Do You Like To Watch?

Title: Do You Like To Watch?
Description: Lana goes to Clark for help on an assignment, but ends up learning more than she wanted to. Romance Clex M/M,Anal,Minor,Oral,Voy
Category: TV Shows
Subcategory: Smallville
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. Please don't sue. All I have is my cat. And you don't want her.
[A/N: Much thanks to all my buds for keeping me relatively sane and feeding my obsessions! Please read and review! I'll give you candy...]


~*~*~
Lana’s steps left footprints in the Kent’s dusty driveway. Clark parents weren’t there, but he’d mentioned that on the phone when she’d called to ask if he would help her on her history essay. He’d say yes, of course. Clark. He was always there to help her, even if it was for a fairly simple- though obviously sadistic- history assignment. If she suspected he meant more by his friendliness, she kept it to herself. It never came up like it used to, and Lana didn’t want to ruin the peace.

Lana knocked and opened the front door. “Clark?” she called. No answer. She walked inside and shut the door. “Clark!” she called again, looking around the clearly empty house. She checked her watch; she wasn’t early. She was actually a little late.

Lana walked out the back door, heading for the barn. He was probably hermit-ing it out up there. Clark and his “fortress of solitude.” He was such a dork, she mused fondly.

The barn door was open a little, and Lana could hear noise inside. Yep, that’s where Clark was. She strolled inside and stopped. A plaid shirt lay on the ground by her feet, a little ripped. Her brow shot together. Something wasn’t right.

Suddenly, she heard a groan from the loft. Clark was hurt.

Lana started running. She charged up the stairs, careful not to trip on the creaky wooden boards and-

She halted.

After all that had happened over the past year and a half, not much really shocked Lana. But what she was looking was so totally unbelievable, she could tear her eyes away from it.

Clark was lying on the floor- naked- in between the couches.

Entangled with him, was Lex Luthor.

Lana tried to look away. She really did. But it was like a car crash; you didn’t want to watch, you really didn’t, but somehow you just couldn’t stop looking.

Lex moaned as Clark continued thrusting into him. They obviously hadn’t heard her come in. Not that she could begrudge them that. They seemed a little occupied.

Lana ducked behind a beam as she heard Clark’s voice, “Tell me what you want.”

“Clark…” whimpered Lex. That surprised her more than anything. She didn’t even know Lex could whimper.

“Come on, Lex,” continued Clark, his voice taunting. “Tell me.”

She heard a low grumble.

“What was that?” asked Clark. She heard more noise, as if he was moving faster, or harder, and why couldn’t she just leave? Tell Clark she’d forgotten all about their study session?

“You,” muttered Lex in submission. She didn’t know Lex could submit either. “I want you, Clark.”

“Scream for me,” she heard Clark murmur, with humor in his voice. “Lex…”

“Oh God, Clark-” something made Lex’s voice hitch. Lana was pretty sure what. Looking across the barn floor, she saw what should’ve been her biggest tip: not far from Clark’s shirt was a pile of expensive-looking clothing. An Armani suit, by the looks of it. Lex Luthor’s, all right.

At that point, she heard Lex laugh. Lana peeked around the beam. Lex was on top of Clark, a superior smile on his handsome face. He was kissing Clark, and boy, was there some tongue action there. Lex continued down Clark’s neck to his chest, then to his muscled stomach, and stopped right above somewhere Lana was glad was hidden from view by the blanket covering them.

Lex’s hands gripped Clark’s thighs, and he laughed again. “Your turn, Clark,” he said, his voice deep and full of- God, this was disturbing- lust. Lex parted his legs and Lana hid again.

Why didn’t she just leave? This was definitely not for her eyes. If she really looked deep though, she knew the answer: it was fascinating. Clark Kent and Lex Luthor. No one would’ve ever seen that one coming. And here all this time she’d thought Clark had just been hiding his feelings. No, he’d been having them for someone else! And obviously, Lex had returned said affections.

She heard Clark’s voice again, though now he was the one pleading. “Oh, God, Lex… Just… oh, right…there! Lex!”

Amazing. Totally amazing. The tiny town of Smallville would be turned upside down if they ever heard about this. It became obvious why Clark and Lex had hidden this, from everyone.

She heard something between a growl and a cry come from Clark, and then silence. Both men’s breath came raggedly.

She heard Clark mutter something unintelligible to Lex, and Lex’s laughter.

“Lana?” called Lex.

Lana froze. How could they have seen her?

She heard Clark’s voice now, the same reassuring voice that had comforted her so many times and was so different from the over-sexed voice from earlier. How long had Clark been hiding this? How many times had she found Clark at Lex’s mansion, and probably interrupted something much like this? “Lana? I know you’re there. I saw you look around that beam. Please, it’s ok.”

Lana stepped out of her hiding place, her face burning. She looked above their bodies, even though anything important was covered. “Hi, Clark, Lex.”

“Lana,” greeted Lex amusedly. She envisioned the smirk on his face and the blush on Clark’s. She heard something being moved around: a zipper, a belt buckle. Soon, Clark stood in her line of vision.
She looked sheepishly at his half-clothed form.

“Uh, sorry?”

Clark blushed deeper, just like she knew he would, and smiled. “No, um, I- Oh, God.” He looked at Lex and continued, “I’m sorry. I knew you’re were coming over, I should’ve just…”

“No, no, really, you obviously had previous plans.” She shuddered to think. And when did Clark become so toned? That was just outrageous. He was ripped like nothing she’d seen before.

Lex stood, the blanket wrapped around his middle. Him too! Good God, did they work out together?

Well… probably, now that she thought about it. [A/N: Ok, so that really has nothing to do with the story and is completely out of character. But seriously, have you looked at those two? Damn!]

“Actually, Lana, this is all really my fault,” said Lex, perfectly composed as usual, though a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I heard Clark’s parents were in Metropolis for the day and stopped by for a little… visit.”

“Told you we’d lose track of time,” muttered Clark.

Lex ignored him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I believe my clothes are down there.” Lex walked past her casually.

Clark shook his head. “Nothing ever bothers him. Lucky bastard.”

Lana snorted at the joke.

Uncomfortable silence followed.
*~*~*~*~*
It wasn’t like Clark hadn’t wanted to stop when he heard Lana. It was just that Lex kind of had him in a bind at the time. He wondered how long she’d been there. Didn’t really matter, it all meant the same thing: the secret was out.

Oh, it wasn’t as dramatic as that. After all, Clark had told Pete, and he was fairly certain Chloe had figured it out already.

It’d been fairly easy for Pete to accept that Clark wasn’t entirely straight. It was the twenty-first century, after all, and not too uncommon. Besides, he knew Pete was his best friend and would still be there for him no matter what. The harder thing was that it was Lex Luthor, Pete enemy number one. Pete had never trust Lex, had never trusted his intentions, had never trusted his last name. Clark knew his friend was just looking out for him, but he suspected that at the heart of it Pete was really jealous that Lex would be Clark’s new best friend, win him over with shiny cars and expensive presents.

Once Pete had gotten over the shock, he’d really tried to accept Lex. After all, Lex held a position Pete wanted no part of: lover. It was still a process, though, and there was still distrust from Pete. Though now it mainly centered on friendly protection from the big bad Luthor.

He’d love for Pete to be there now, though, to break the silence between him and Lana, to be the natural peacekeeper he was. To maybe stop Lana from staring at him like that.

“So, it’s not what you think,” Clark gushed all of a sudden.

“You and Lex Luthor were…doing it… in the loft of your parents’ barn.”

He nodded. “Ok, so it’s exactly what you think. But that’s not it-”

“And you’re involved in a secret, clandestine romance?”

Clark let out a huge breath. “Sums it up.”

“I thought so.”

Clark rubbed the back of his neck nervously, very aware of his bare chest and still quite uncomfortable. He was ready to get down on his knees and thank God when Lex appeared, fully dressed and pristine, at his side. Lex handed him his shirt, an amused smile on his lips.

“The buttons are ripped off, Clark,” he said, forcing down a chuckle.

Clark scowled at him. He took the shirt from Lex and pulled it on, managing to salvage a few buttons. Still, he’d need a new one. He could say it had gotten ripped doing his chores. It’d worked in the past. At the moment, though, the issue of Lana was slightly more pressing.

Thankfully, Lex took over. “Why don’t we all go inside? Clark can grab a shirt and then we can explain.”

Lana sighed, almost as if relieved. Apparently she felt the awkwardness too. “Sure.” Lex ushered her down the stairs, and he and Clark followed.

They walked to the house in silence, Clark in between Lana and Lex. The only two people who he had ever really fallen hard for. Though, as Lex’s arm brushed ever so slightly against his as they walked, Clark knew to which one he belonged.

Once inside, Clark offered them the tea his mom had made that morning before sprinting upstairs to find a shirt. Really, his relationship with Lex was not at all good for his wardrobe. This was only one shirt in a long line of ripped, torn, or simply lost clothing. Clark sighed and tossed it onto his bed.

As he arrived downstairs, he found Lex and Lana drinking tea and laughing.

“See what I mean, Lana?” Lex was saying. “Flannel. It’s all he owns.”

Clark grinned and faked a laugh. “Oh, you’re funny.” He poured himself a glass as once again silence consumed the room.

“So…” said Clark, trying to think of a way to begin. Thankfully, Lana seemed to notice his plight.

She asked, “So, how long has… this… been going on?”

“Five months, next week,” answered Lex.

“Why did you hide it?” She stopped. “Ok, I know why you hid it.” She cast a glance at Clark. “Really doubt your parents would like the information that their son is… you know.”

Clark laughed and leaned against the counter. “Which one? That I’m kind of… you know, or that I’m… dating Lex Luthor?”

“Either one. So, am I the first to find out?”

Lex shook his head. “Clark insisted on telling Pete.”

Lana raised her eyebrows. “Pete? Kind of an odd choice.”

“I thought so too,” said Lex. “After all, Pete wasn’t exactly fond of me to begin with. I was pretty sure this wasn’t going to help.” He glanced at Clark. “But apparently it did. Pete seems at least a little more open now.”

“Probably because now he knows I’m no threat to his crush on Chloe,” muttered Clark.

Lana looked at him hastily. “Does Chloe…?”

Clark shook his head. “No. Well, at least, neither of us has told her, and Pete hasn’t either. But I think she suspects. You know Chloe. She’s very… investigative.”

Lex snorted and refilled his glass. “Investigative is the polite word for what Chloe is.”

Lana shook her head at Clark. “Man, and I’ve just been so stupid. I mean, this whole time I thought you…” She trailed off, embarrassed.

Clark smiled and looked at the floor. “Were in love with you?” Lana nodded, her face red. “Don’t say you’re stupid, Lana. I mean, I did pretty much worshiped you for a while there, and it was hard to get over that.” A slight blush crept onto his cheeks. He didn’t like admitting this, in front of Lana or Lex. “But… I just don’t feel that anymore. I’m still attracted to you, Lana. And I do love you. But I’m in love with Lex.”

Lana looked up sharply at that. After a moment, she smiled. “Well, that’s great, Clark. I’m really happy for you, and you too, Lex.”

“Thanks, Lana,” said Lex, smiling at her.

She continued, a reminiscent tone in her voice, “You know, looking back, I suppose there were signs. If I had paid a little more attention, maybe…”

“Which brings us to the more serious side of things,” said Lex. “Lana, it’s really important that this stays quiet.”

Lana nodded. “I know. Of course. I wouldn’t do that.”

Clark broke in, explaining, “We know that. And we trust you, completely.” He shared a long look with Lex. “It’s just… Lana, if someone were to find out about the extent of our… you know, if it were to get out-”

She held up her hand. “Clark, I understand. I can imagine the reactions.”

“No, Lana,” said Clark firmly, meeting her eyes with a worried gaze. “If the wrong people ever found out… Lana, Lex could go to jail.”
*~*~*~*~*
Lex watched as the implications of his and Clark’s relationship really sunk in: the concern in her eyes, the fright evident on her face. But she had to understand that the consequences could be very serious, should anyone ever discover this before Clark was of age.

Lex knew he should insisted on them waiting. Maybe not two years, but at least longer than two weeks. He was older than Clark, and supposedly more levelheaded. But it had been so long; the months of glances that told more than they should have and everyday touches that lasted longer than was practical, all leading up to that kiss and a love that Lex didn’t even know he was capable of feeling.

It was this love that worried him about Clark. It frightened Lex to think of what would happen if someone other than the good-natured but obviously naïve Lana Lang found them out. He really should at least try and put an end to their physical relationship, but every time Clark touched him, or even just smiled at him with that wide grin… Lex knew he was powerless against such powers.

Lex met Lana’s worried gaze. “So you see,” he said, “why it was so important that we kept this hidden, at least the physical aspect.”

“It’s illegal,” she stated, really more of a thought. It wasn’t meant to sound accusing at all, but it hit Lex hard. Clark seemed to notice. He opened his mouth to say something, but Lana cut him off.

“Oh, my God, I’m sorry,” she said. “That- that came out all wrong.”

“It’s alright,” said Lex. “I understand if you think what we’re doing is illegal. It’s not-”

“Oh, God, no, that’s not what I meant, it just…” she trailed off for a moment, searching for words. “It’s just, I never thought about those kinds of laws.” Lana shook her head. “I don’t think it’s wrong. There are plenty of people out there, just screwing around, and definitely with people older than them. You guys… love each other. That’s not… wrong. That’s beautiful.”

Clark smiled big at her. “Thanks, Lana. That means a lot.”

“It really does,” added Lex. He looked at Clark and sighed. “I suppose now we have to tell Chloe. It would kill her if Lana knew and she didn’t.”

“You’re right. I guess we do.” Clark sighed too. “That’ll be a fun discussion.”

Lana asked timidly, “When are you… Are you going to tell your parents, Clark? And what about your dad, Lex?”

“My dad will be in the dark about us for as long as possible,” said Lex firmly. That was the last thing they needed, for Lionel Luthor to work his magic and once again screw up everything in Lex’s life. He wasn’t going to get Clark. Lex would never let that happen.

Clark was saying, “My parents… well, I don’t think I’ll be rushing to tell them anytime soon. It’s not that I think they couldn’t handle the truth, it’s just…”

Lex took over. “Mr. Kent already has enough reasons to hate me. We’ll leave corrupting his only son until later.”

Clark laughed. “You hardly corrupted me. I blame an overactive imagination and your thighs.”

Lex smirked, and then flinched as he remembered Lana was there. He glanced at her apologetically. “Sorry, Lana. This is probably pretty weird for you, to say the least.”

Lana nodded. “It’ll take some getting used to.”

“Of course,” said Lex. “And if you think you need some time away, from either of us…”

“What Lex is trying to say is, if you want to just avoid us for a while, we’ll understand.”

“What? Oh, God, no, that’s- that’s not what I meant!” Lana stumbled over her words. She stopped and collected herself for a moment. “Look, I’ll admit: it is weird. It’s… very weird. But I’ll get used to it. You two are my friends. I’ll get used to it.”

Clark beamed at her. “Thanks, Lana. So,” he clapped his hands together, “what is it that’s getting you about history? Your report’s on Native Americans, right?”

Lana shifted and smiled apologetically. “Actually, Clark, do you mind if we meet at the Talon later? I think I need time to let everything, you know, sink in.”

Clark nodded understandingly. “Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks.” Lana slung her backpack over her shoulder. “How about seven?”

“Sounds great.”

She left, very quickly.

Lex leaned against the counter. “Well, that was an experience.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” replied Clark, leaning next to him.

Lex laughed. “It could’ve been worse. She could’ve walked in on you juggling tractors or something.” He stopped. “Can you do that, by the way? Juggle tractors?”

Clark gave him a look. “I don’t intend on trying anytime soon.”

Lex shrugged. “I’m just saying, it’d be pretty cool.” He smirked and headed for the refrigerator.

Suddenly, he was thrown back against the counter. Clark smiled over him, a lusty glint in his knowing eyes. “My parents are still gone, Lex, and now no one’s coming by.” Lex grinned as Clark’s talented hands began- once again- unbuttoning his shirt.