Yes

He had parked far down the drive, wanting to keep his car out of view from the watchful, suspicious eye of Jonathan Kent. Walking down the long drive had left a layer of dust on the bottom hem of his tailored pants. His shoes sleek shine had been dulled to a dim semblance of their earlier glory.

He didn't care.

Clark Kent was bent over the side of the tractor, doing something useful with a shiny, silver tool. Lex was certain it was important.

He didn't really care about that, either.

Clark's ass was raised up, covered by thin, aged denim. There was a worn spot over his left ass cheek, and a small hole there was growing larger with every move Clark made. Long legs bent at the knee as Clark twisted his body, trying to get to something under the bottom of the chassis. The hole ripped loudly in the silence of the outdoors, and golden skin was exposed to the sunshine and Lex's ravenous eyes.

Surprised, Clark snapped up straight, and twisted around, tugging at the back of his ancient jeans to look at the long rip. Sweaty, dark hair caught on the nape of his neck as he shook his head in exasperation.

Sighing, Clark leaned his head back, rolling his eyes up at the brilliant cerulean shy. As Lex watched, a breeze came through the air and caressed Clark's face. Lifted wet curls away from tanned skin, and he watched Clark shiver. Watched him smile.

Relaxed now, Clark looked around again, at the frayed gap that edged around his hip and shrugged.

"Eh. Who cares?" He muttered softly, laughing before he leaned back over, returning to his task.

Lex cared. About Clark's ripped clothes...and his taut, heavenly ass playing peek-a-boo? He definitely cared.

Stepping forward, Lex kicked a small rock that lay in the path of his dusty shoe, and grinned as it bounced off of Clark's calf.

That pretty face whipped around to his, and luminous green eyes locked on. Held him.

"Lex! Hey, what are you doing here?" The voice was full of welcome, and lit with friendly curiosity.

Lex grinned and moved closer, appreciating the warm light that showcased Clark's perfect arms. He reached forward, impulsively, and teased a bicep with a fleeting squeeze. "Watching you."

Thick eyebrows shot up, and Clark's eyes grew wide. The green of his eyes seemed unnaturally stark against the rosy gold of his face. Everything about Clark was so striking. Lex's smile broadened as Clark reached a slow hand over to rub the spot where Lex's hand had just grasped.

"Huh," Clark said, his voice hitching. He cleared his throat, and nodded. Lowered his head, and looked up through a thick layer of lashes. "Sounds kind of boring." He joked, his voice unusually tight.

Lex stepped forward another few inches. "Oh, I don't know, Clark. I don't feel bored." Tilting his head to the side, he narrowed his eyes, arched a pale brow over eyes he knew were a smoky blue-gray in the shade. "I was waiting for you to finish up, but I don't mind watching you while I wait."

Clark sucked in a quick breath, and backed up a step, jumping as his back hit the side of the tractor. The wrench he'd been holding slipped from his hand, and bounced off of his toe, unnoticed. Clark laughed shakily, and moved his hands at his sides erratically, looking confused as he finally shook his head and laid his hands on his thighs, rubbing briskly along the faded, almost-white fabric that covered his legs.

Advancing further, Lex pursed his lips, cocking his head to the other side and chuckled; bared his teeth in a dangerous smile. His lips slid across his white teeth as he closed his mouth and licked his lips, wetting them. Smiled brightly again, and moved closer. Watched Clark's eyes watch his mouth.

"You don't mind me watching, do you, Clark?" Lex asked, his voice low and pleasantly polite.

Clark shook his head quickly, his mouth falling open in a soft pant as Lex raised a finger and brushed it along the front of Clark's white, cotton shirt.

Tsking softly, Lex ran his tongue along the edges of his teeth. "Look at you," he murmured, "so dirty." His smile grew even more as he raised his eyes from the smudged shirt to look into Clark's dilated gaze.

His finger was joined by the rest of his hand, and he flattened it to the hard planes of Clark's abdomen. He rubbed in a small circle, moving the cloth over Clark's skin with his hand.

"Your shirt is a mess, Clark."

Clark sucked in a deep breath, and blew it out slowly, in a shaky stutter. His large, dark-smeared hands were trembling as they moved to the hem of his shirt and began to raise it over his chest.

Lex sighed. "You poor thing. Look at you. You're shaking." He frowned, "You've been out in the sun too long, Clark. You had better let me help you."

His pristine, pale hands covered Clark's and pushed them up, and over his head, taking the damp shirt off of that magnificent chest. Tugged it from Clark's fingers and dropped it on the ground.

Coppery-rose colored nipples were stiff and prominent, and Lex dropped a hand down onto Clark’s chest, letting his thumb brush across a puckered peak as he slid his palm across slick skin.

Lex stepped in further, his silk shirt brushing against Clark's skin, and clinging. His head dropped in, and his eyes were focused on Clark's. Beautiful bright green, unblinking and dazed. Aroused. Lex rubbed his bottom lip against Clark's cheek, and whispered to him. "You need to come inside, Clark. Why don't you come with me? Let me take care of you. I’m sure I have everything to accommodate your needs."

Clark licked his lips, his tongue pushing against those soft, pliant lips, and formed a soundless word.

"What's that?" Lex asked, his voice feather-soft. His tongue darted out to taste salty, golden skin. He hummed, pleased.

Clark's head jerked back hard as he gasped into the open air. His eyes never left Lex's, and as he pulled back, he swallowed hard.

And answered. "Yes."