Let's go for a ride...

Author Notes: This story currently needs a ending more so then the one it currently possesses. It is also UNEDITED so please ignore the grammatical errors right now, I have to edit over 177 pages of stories that I've written in the past couple of months so I'm a little behind to say the least. If anyone wishes to edit them for me please be my guest lmao! However you can NOT change the story, just fix my bullshit little period/comma mistakes.

Title: Lets go for a Ride
Pairing: Clark/Lex and an once innocent Ferrari
Word Count: 19,464
Status: UNEDITED, Needs ending.

The past couple of days had been a complete wreck in lex's mind. First of all the surprise trip to metropolis, that was a thrill all in itself. He had been called aside to a "Important mandatory meeting" where he was forced into meeting after meeting one after another until he felt like his brain was about to pop. He just wanted to scream at the end of it, thankfully now it was all over however and he was heading home. Well he had been heading home for what seemed like hours now, in all actually it had been a couple of hours but that it felt much longer then that, in fact time seemed to have slowed down since he had received a delightful message from a certain someone on his blackberry, and it slowed down even more when he finally was close enough to make the call to arms. It was odd because it was a bit awkward for him, he didn’t know what to say or what to do, but he had done it anyway.

"Hey Clark, coming in close to town now, should be there in about a half hour at the latest." The others voice rang in his head, simple words, simple moments and then as soon as it had started it was over. Lex had a lead foot since that phone call, the Ferrari roaring as it plowed through the night. Of course Lex Luthor had always had a bit of a lead foot, even after the faithful day had brought Lex Luthor and Clark Kent together. Tonight though it was a bit fiercer then in past days and as the gun metal grey of the Ferrari prowled through the crisp air, taking each corner and rise with skilled catlike grace as it had been made to do, as Lex noticed that their "meeting” spot was coming up he didn’t bother slowing down, if anything he pushed the car way past its legal limits, within a few minutes his car skidded towards a stop veering off the tarred road and pulled off towards the side, the car seeming to let out a bit of a sigh as it rolled to a stop just mere inches away from a large red pick up truck, Lex felt his heart skip a beat as he spotted it and looked around for the other. Rolling down the passenger side window with a smile he leaned over.

“Looking for a ride, honey?” he said stressing the last word in a joking manner with a laugh, unlocking the doors to allow the other to get in, for now he placed the car in park with a quick yet fluid movement as though he had done it a million times before.

It had still been holiday break and yet the snow ridden scene of Smallville was ever present, albeit melting in slow lingering heaps of cloudy white puddles. The streets were relatively safe and fires brewing indoors were still prevalent among the natives, but the smell of winter was starting to dissipate. It was a sad reality and Clark Kent both longed for it to go and wanted it to stay all at once. Winters were hard on Clark surprisingly. He didn’t understand why that had been the case, but the cloud cover in all it’s constancy was unnerving in some untapped instinctual manner, and he inwardly hoped for the sun’s presence. The lack of understanding always came in small bouts, however, but he oftentimes shucked it aside without too much regard. His mind was elsewhere as it was. He’d been in his loft for a good hour or so tinkering with his telescope and squinting at the vastness of the sky and it’s darkened winter clouds. He’d miss being able to gaze at the stars and that was another troublesome tic of winter he’d come to realize he wasn’t so fond for. Throwing himself on the couch with a bit of a plop, Clark heaved a sigh. He was thankful for the internet really. He caught himself wondering about the e-mail he had sent his friend and the other’s reply. It was enough to make him smile. His head fell back on the cushion he leaned against, dark brunette pools of curls shifted in their disarray as he rolled his gaze toward the rafters. He knew Lex would call, but he had to make sure he was the one answering the phone. His mother and father had already suspected something of their son as every time the phone would ring, Clark would speedily rush to the receiver and announce, “I got it!” before anxiously stating, “Hello!?” A good few times the other end would contain a bill collector or perhaps even Pete Ross. Clark knew the farm was in debt, and for that he almost felt bad in conducting in ill-behavior when his parents already had a sum of troubles on their hands, but he couldn’t convince himself to stop. He had to see Lex. Plodding down the steps to his mother’s voice, Clark made his way indoors. It was getting later in the evening, and just when hope started to decline a ringing came from the wall mounted phone in the kitchen.

“I’ll—“ Jonathan raised a hand and quickly retorted, “I know, I know, you’ll get it.” Clark gave a sheepish grin before answering,

“Hello?” His voice had lost some of the sparkle it had carried in previous encounters. It was Lex! His smooth, solid tenor trickling into Clark’s ear made the boy shudder in delight. Thankfully his parents weren’t watching. He quickly okayed the man on the other line and hung up, snatching the keys to the truck and idly heading out the door.

“I’ll be back later!” Martha’s motherly tone sounded which made the Kent boy stop in his tracks.

“Where are you going, Clark?” Clark thought briefly for a moment and turned to her with an odd smile. “I need to meet a friend halfway into Smallville to make sure they make it in okay.” It was a good deed and his parents liked good deeds and thusly his endeavor was allowed and Clark sped off in a red pick up to their destined spot. He didn’t have to wait long at all, his rump firmly planted to the open tail gate of the truck when he heard the familiar crackle of thunder followed by a sleek Ferrari announcing its boisterous presence. The boy hopped off the truck tail and wandered toward the other leaning into the rolling window with a look that rejoiced the other’s return. He laughed some, feeling a blush heat his cheeks at the Luthor’s comment.

“Sure, thing. I’m headed in—to Smallville, stranger,” he jested back just as playfully before he jumped into the passenger seat with a vim and vigor like no other. Once inside he contained himself, when in all rights he wanted to launch after the other.

The older male had a million thoughts running through his head as he drove a million things he could do, should do, things that needed to be done, things that had already been done, half his thoughts were towards work, the other half were on the events at hand with a certain someone. To be honest it had happened in such a whorl that at times it was hard to believe that all this was real. As the reality of the situation was finally delivered before him, and his cheesy little response was splayed out for the other male and retorted with one equally as cheesy he couldn’t help but smile as he watched the other slide into the bucket seat of the Ferrari with a plop, the movement that the Ferrari had never seen before and it caused the small sporty car to shake a bit. Lex leaned over towards the other unable to quell his emotions. He grabbed at the back of the others head and pressed a kiss into the other males lips a bit more forceful then he had intended to be, but he needed the boy and ways he had yet to understand, but ways that he was oh so willing to enjoy none the less. He was glad he had the Ferrari, while most of his cars were small, after all it was only him driving them, the Ferrari had more moving room then his slue of Porsche’s and Maserati’s. He really needed to look into getting something bigger, like a Cadillac or something of the like, but that was a thought for a later date. He shifted a bit and moved off the other male, giving him a little bit of space as he had really just about pounced on him like a tiger waiting for the kill. He smiled a little bit and ran a hand across the others face as if making sure the other was truly there before he spoke.

“Thank you, Clark. I needed to see a kind face after this weekend.” He wasn’t about to bitch about his meetings, he was sure the tense feelings between both his father and himself had been known by everyone and anyone, so he was sure people could only image what it was like having the pair trapped in a small conference room for days on end had been like.

“I hope I’m not interrupting any plans you might have had.” He said, hew knew it was close to the others end of vacation and truly, he wanted the other to enjoy his school, after all Lex had never been able to, of course he hadn’t really gone to traditional highschool, and unlike Clark, growing up Lex had no friends, it came with the Luthor name, which was sad in a sense, having all that money and power and no one to share it with.

Upon entering the vehicle it was mere glances exchanged. Sure they had their campy moment and it was definitely not in Lex’s general sense of humor to down grade his amusement factor for the sake of others, but Clark realized that he had been an exception in so many ways. This made the boy smile thoughtfully as he retreated his gaze from the other briefly to reach around and paw at the leather strap that would safely fasten him into his seat. However, before he could so much as pull it before his chest a set of hands came rushing at him like a flurry and in an instant Lex’s lips connected with his own and they were sharing that moment the two had longed for since the other left for Metropolis those few days previously. Clark moaned into the kiss, his body succumbing to the power and prestige of the man that commanded his every ounce of attention. It was one of the farm boy’s quirks. He was easily swayed by just about anything Lex said or did and while he didn’t necessarily lie to his parents, he didn’t rightly tell them the truth either. He wanted to be with Lex and it started to cost him just a bare hint of his morals simply because he knew what Jonathan and Martha Kent would do or even react to should they know about this incriminating affair. If Lionel Luthor came to know Lex had been dallying around with some peasant farmboy, he’d likely blow a blood vessel at the mere thought, explode and remove his son completely from Smallville. Chances are no matter what Lex did, Lionel had his fill of disappointment in the boy. Nevertheless, the kiss. Yes the kiss was immaculate—perfection in the rarest form and when it ended Clark nearly cried, but he sustained himself and watched the other intently, ready to lunge at him any given moment.

“No problem, Lex,” he said with a half simpering. “I don’t really know what it is you do when you’re called off to Metropolis, but hopefully we can find something that’ll help you forget?” He wasn’t being suggestive, sadly enough for Clark he never rightly could be—in fact the comment was stated in all innocence, but who knew with Lex. He shook his head vibrantly,

“No, no! I wasn’t really doing anything. Just kinda.. well, sorta waiting to hear from you.” He didn’t want to sound like a giddy little stalker girlfriend waiting for their beau to make his ever loving return so that she could throw herself at him, no, but he was working on sounding just as desperate. Nevertheless, he purred at the touch and took the wandering hand for his own, kissing gingerly the tips of each individual fingertip.

“I did miss you though. I thought about you a lot. I’m really sorry you had such a bum trip. One of these days, you should take me with you.” He wanted to sound promising, but chances are that option was plausible, but Clark wanted Lex to feel better nevertheless.

The younger of the pair drove Lex wild in many ways, he also changed him in other ways. It wasn’t a permanent change by all means. After all as the saying goes its hard to teach and old dog new tricks, but the slight change of character was exiting, and very welcome, atleast on Lex’s part, though he found himself awkwardly hiding it from the rest of the world, which in a sense pissed Lex off, he wanted to tell the world about his fling, he himself was proud of it. However if anyone found out, from either side of their families that would be the end of their relationship, and perhaps in a round about way the end of them as people, we’ll atleast that was the case for Lex, he couldn’t imagine what the things Lionel would do to him if he ever found out, and the things Jonathan would to do him mostly if he found out about Clark and him. Truly Lex was the one who would ultimately be screwed if anyone found out, but Lex was used to that, perhaps a lot more then he really should be. As the two broke apart Lex felt himself wanting more much more, ever since the email the young male had sent, most likely in complete innocence, the thought of Clark Kent had buzzed about inside his head like a swarm of thoughts and possible actions. Lex was completely entranced with the farm boy, and when he was with him it was like nothing else in the whole entire world mattered.

“I don’t do anything all that exciting, in fact all I could think about was getting out of that stuffy office and well, anywhere else really, though I never imagined I’d be able to get anywhere like this.” He said with a smile, not this was perfect, almost two perfect and Lex had half the mind to slap himself to make sure he wasn’t dream and as the other mentioned taking his mind off of his trip he felt an even bigger smile cross his lips, god Clark was too innocent for his own good, of course Lex wasn’t nearly as innocent with his response.

“Oh I could think of a few things that could take my mind off of everything.” He said leaning in towards the other again, his heart skipped a few beats as the other mentioned waiting around for him, in a sense Lex often wondered if the Farmboys thoughts ever swayed towards the Luthor and to hear that even if just for a bit they did, Lex couldn’t imagine being more giddy, that was a new experience, giddy. Not that he would EVER let anyone know he was feeling that way, or had that feeling. Ever. Course that didn’t mean that internally Lex Luthor wasn’t enjoying the feeling and as the other kissed each one of his wandering fingers he just about melted, god Clark was too sweet, he was so sweet that Lex was somewhat surprised he didn’t get a damn cavity from him. He smiled and leaned in towards the other leaning in to meet his lips with the other placing a soft kiss on his lips and then nibbling at the lower one teasingly.

“Oh yeah, I would love to have you come with me into metropolis when I go back next, that is if you can find the time, though with you around I don’t think I’d get much business done.” He said with a bit of a laugh.

Clark had his fill of waiting around for emotions to become in check so instead of holding himself entirely back, Clark let a bit of his excitement emerge. As Lex leaned into to sneak a few kisses along his lips and leave a soft playful nip on his bottom lip, Clark beamed with exuberance and launched at the other. He practically knocked the drive shaft into gear at the sudden motion, but thankfully a Ferrari wasn’t a shoddily made vehicle. Arms threw themselves around the neck of the older man, powerful arms at that and soon Lex would find himself in a merciless loving embrace, his face mashed to the boy’s in one vehement exchange. Clark devoured Lex’s lips, his pliable tongue tracing the crevices before entering the man’s mouth in a desperate need to taste the one he hadn’t seen in days. Jesus, if this is what it’s going to be like when I can’t see Lex for a couple of days, I can only imagine what it’ll be like if I can’t see him for a week—a month—a whole freaking year! Thoughts as such made the boy ultimately clingy to Lex, possessive in a sorts and the kiss, while deep and vivacious only got that much more fulfilling. Clark suckled heavily on the Luthor’s bottom lip, a sweet whimper residing in his gesture as he lost more and more control over his etching hormones. He stole several more moments from the other, capturing his lips over and over again before prying himself apart, a small delicate strand of salivation the last connecting thread of their heated exchange. He licked his lips, breaking the strand and cleansing himself of Lex’s flavor. His blue eyes stared, half-mast, hungry, silent, ever longing for the man before him. He wanted to make Lex’s life more pleasing. He knew the man had it bad while at the same time had it good like no other, but with wealth comes a price. Clark would never know this conundrum fully. He didn’t live in that upper classed realm. Instead he mouthed quietly,

“I can always find time for you, Lex. Always.” While Clark maybe notorious for his absence or vanishing at any given moment, his loyalty to others knew no bounds. He didn’t rightly know where their relationship stood, but he did know that Pete Ross was no longer his best friend and hadn’t been since that fateful, yet disconcerting day.

Lex was somewhat taken aback by Clark’s sudden forcefulness but by no means did he turn the other away from him, instead he wrapped his arms around the other keeping him where he was and arched himself a bit closing the distance between himself and the other male. Oh gods, he hadn’t realized it while driving but he wanted Clark, and he wanted him, no needed him badly. Lex was like an addict getting his fix as the pair exchanged kisses. The motion started out gentle and moved into something feverishly and Lex was all for that. He opened his mouth to allow the other more access to him his on tongue playing against the others in a fight for dominance in one another’s mouths. God Clark tasted so delicious. Every time the pair kissed Lex felt as though it was the first time, everything about the other sent waves of lust and passion coursing through his body. He moved his hands to rest on the others waist sliding them up and into the other males plaid overshirt and then underneath his plain black one to finally rest on the others hot flesh. He felt like he was going to sear the flesh right off Lex’s hands, and Lex loved that teenage fire that burned inside him, in a sense he really shouldn’t enjoy these moments as much as he did. But in all honesty Lex didn’t feel ashamed for liking Clark, oh no if anything he was madly in love with the concept of him and Clark together, united in the troughs of passion. As the other broke away from Lex, Lex felt himself let out a primal needy growl, he didn’t want the kiss to be over, it was too quick, to fast, even though he had lost track of all time when their lips were upon one another. As the other spoke however Lex was brought back to the real world if only for a bit and a smiled graced his lips as he idly rubbed at some of the skin of Clark’s waist and readjusted himself to sit in the corner of his seat and his window a bit better.

“Is that so? Well I have all the time in the world when it comes to you Clark.” And that was true anyone other then Clark Kent would be on Lex Luthor’s time. However if Clark needed something, anything at all even before these little rendezvous had started he would clear his whole board of appointments meetings work anything, with one word he would have his whole schedule wiped free. And as much as Clark Kents loyalties lay in his friends, Lex Luthor’s lied in his only reliable friend, Clark Kent

The moment Lex’s hand sifted through the fabric of Clark’s warm clothing, the boy let out a soothing purr, the flesh hot against the other’s open palm. Luthor knew what he was getting into when the promise to meet was made. A maddening teenage boy with a longing for a particular Luthor and a business man with too much on his plate in just about as much need as the one he was currently with. The soft murmuring of the Ferrari’s engine egged the boy on, his body clambering to be closer to Lex. He took his arms away for a moment and dug at the other man’s clothes, though carefully attended to the Lex’s long coat considering it was keeping the man warm in this frigid weather—not to mention Lex looked absolutely amazing in long coats. He pried it open where about the man’s lithe slender frame was one of his many wondrous concoctions of professional wears. Clark stared in awe that the silky array about Lex’s form and wondered if one day he’d ever get to dress as savvy as the other, but that was completely discarded as he pinched at the tiny buttons of the man’s dress shirt all the while leering over him with a ravenous smile.

“Oh gods, Lex, this is going to sound absolutely crazy, ridiculous even.” He paused, swallowed a thick lump of nervousness and then continued. “But I missed you. I missed you like, well.. I read this while you were gone, and it said, Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.” Clark was an oddball in so many aspects, but his head was stuffed in books quite often and people knew him to read such eccentric works. He was full of mindless trivia that’s value was only great to those who needed it at the time, but nevertheless, he attempted his advance at a poetic encounter with Lex, and his eyes spoke the words as much as his mouth had. He yearned to be with the other and in a brief flash he’d already come to realize that the driver of said Ferrari was open to the world, his shirt and jacket rumples of fabric pushed aside in his seat. He felt about the hot flesh, leaned inward, placing his face against the other chest and nuzzling gingerly. He place soft kisses along the man’s collar bone, lapping the contours of his cut athletic form. Lex was a sight to behold.

The noises that the other made were simply amazing and only urged on the older of the pair, he suddenly felt the primal need to be dressed in nothing but their skin as he felt the other working his way inside his coat and towards his shirt he pulled at the farm boys plaid shirt, working the buttons of with a fierce skill that came from undressing the hoards of woman he used to entertain, though not many of them wore plaid shirts but the concept was the same when it came to undressing. He shifted a bit helping the other wish his shirt until it rested neglected underneath him on the fine leather of the seat beneath him. He shivered a tad as he felt his back against the cool leather and leaned towards the other as he finished undoing the Kent boys shirt. Lex always felt a bit mediocre compared to the well built Clark Kent, though Lex was in no way un-sculptured. He wrapped his arms around the other males waist and began to tug at the males white undershirt as the other spoke, Lex felt himself smile, losing himself in the others words. Lex had a thing for that sort of thing, really knowledge in general from a young age he had been trained to absorb as much of it as he could, and Lex was always willing to hear it come from the mouth of someone he wasn’t having an intellectual battle with.

“I missed you too.” He felt somewhat passé as he spoke for he went to find more words, until he felt the other dive into his neck and suddenly Lex Luthor lost all ability to speak. Instead he moved forward stretching out his neck to allow the other more access to him as he himself shivered a bit in anticipation at what the other could do, was going to do. He lost himself in the boy taking in his sweet scent, he most of worked out on the farm earlier because he smelt of sweat and dirt, god how Lex loved it when he didn’t shower as strange as that sounded. It made the boy smell real, smell alive, not bottled like so many other lovers he had had. To be honest Lex had never had a lover as alive as Clark, so fresh, so new, so inviting, god it drove the youngest Luthor wild, and now that he had a taste of the fine wine that was Clark Kent, he was never going to have anything else that satisfied his pallet.

Clark squirmed quite a bit, writhing at the discomfort of their closed in quarters, but feeling Lex’s fondling, heated touches sent the boy into a world without care for his surroundings. Lex Luthor was the only thing that mattered to him. The fact that they were partially parked in the middle of an intersection, while also partially along the side of the road. They were in a risqué area of Smallville’s entry, but it was late in the evening, the sun had taken its descent and people were nestled in their homes with a blazing fire, or heater what have you out of the growing chill that would last throughout the night. Clark’s shirt became a thing of the past, tossed aside and his mind lost any sensible bearings as Lex’s debonair persona swayed the boy into these intimate encounters. mind lost any sensible bearings as Lex’s debonair persona swayed the boy into these intimate encounters. Clark wriggled more climbing over the middle to reach his intrigue, but he was suddenly stopped by something, something that was very unexpected. His jeans instantly became a misery, a confinement that made the boy whine in retort. Hands went out to grasp at the man across from him as his body shuddered in absolute delight. Awkwardly (and by awkwardly meaning some sort of situation only Clark Kent can muster) he managed to straddle the drive shaft which was thrown into park yet precariously upright and against the boy’s lower anatomy.

“Aah, Lex!” He gnashed his teeth, clamped his eyes shut and felt himself tremble yet again. Apparently whatever Lex didn’t do obviously got blamed on him nevertheless, and the boy’s body was in throes of wonder as he pressed against the imposing appendage of the automobile.

In an odd sort of sense, Lex was used to confinement, not that he should be. But the lack of space didn’t bother Lex at all, in fact if anything he wanted there to be less space, atleast between them. The other hardly even noticed the fact that they were exposed to the elements out here in the car surrounded by nothing but Kansas land, in fact, and though he thought he'd never admit him, the thought sort of turned Lex on even more, the concept of being caught, not that he wanted to by all means oh no, that could never happen. Atleast not now, but the living life on the edge, that thrill, Lex had been living with that his whole life and as the other began to move towards him he licked his lips a bit leaning in to meet the other before he was interrupted as the other shuddered, it took Lex a moment to realize what was going on before he smiled a bit more deviously then he had intended to. He moved his hands back to rest on the boys hips but instead of helping him readjust himself he kept him there savoring the sight, out of all the things he loved in life, which honestly wasn’t that many, Clark Kent and Car’s were one of them, so to have the other inadvertently sync up with the other? Lex got more of a thrill out of that then he really should, he chuckled a bit and looked up at the males hues with his own grey-greens his lips formed into a smile, of course he didn’t want to make things awkward, but he wanted to see what he could do with this precarious situation and all its glory.

“Hmm, So Clark, making moves on my car now hmm?” He asked teasingly, unable to hold himself back. From the cheese that just seemed to pour from him today.

The hands that came to rest at his hips only aided the situation. Lex must have turned the heater to the vehicle off or they must have turned it off with their whirling bodies, but whatever the case maybe, the night air was slowly creeping in, not that it affected Clark in the least. In fact, a tiny array of moistness was starting to form on his forehead at the intensity of their little encounter and deep down their whereabouts turned the boy on as well. To have someone tap on the window with a blaring flashlight while Clark was riding the Luthor for all he was worth seemed like a fun idea. In all reality Clark Kent couldn’t fathom where these ideas were coming from. In fact, he only ever thought them in the heat of the moment and in the end it only made him blush like the maiden he practically was, save for the gender. One eye came open, the other still squinted shut and he gritted his teeth with a small hiss as Lex moved him a bit for his own personal situation.

“I—I, don’t—“ he didn’t exactly know how to reply to the other. It was mildly embarrassing as it was, but the vibrating shaft against his lower regions was definitely something he could easily take advantage of and, well, couldn’t rightly ignore for that matter. He moved a bit, attempting to pull away from the thrumming stick only to lose his footing on the floor mats, his feet slipping up a bit which in turn caused his body to mash into the drive shaft yet again. A howl came from the boy upon contact and a miniscule moistness tainted the front of his jeans, barely there, but evident enough to set a want that he’d never known to exist. His body mimicked the rumbling engine of the car, vibrating in sheer delight, and again he was nearly gone to the pleasantry.

“Lex,” he whimpered modestly, “I’m sorry.. I can’t m-move..” He looked rather pathetic, his bottom lip absently poking in between pearly white teeth as he attempted to gain some sort of physical control over himself. It wasn’t as if he wanted to move either, ironically enough. His body was craving a Ferrari. What the hell was up with that? But the driver made the experience just that much more enchanting…

A shiver coursed through Lex’s spine as he felt the other writhe in his hands. It was almost too much for the other he had half the mind to strip the stunning beauty that hovered about him and fuck him for all he was worth, but at the same time he needed to draw this out, it was far to good for anything else. He shifted a bit to rest himself more comfortable while making sure he kept the other where he was. Of course if the other wanted to move, he could Lex wasn’t the sort to force, well atleast he didn’t think he was, but having the other so splayed in all his sexual prowlness he didn’t even likely know he possessed was almost enough to have Lex second guess how much of a gentlemen-ness he actually possessed. Lex felt himself getting particularly aroused by this predicament; he knew he really shouldn’t be after all he did feel a pang of guilt but as the other lost his footing on the sleek interior and go down he made an half assed attempt to catch him watching him with those dangerously intense eyes, as the other fell onto the very thing he was trying to avoid and something inside Lex snapped. He needed more of this, with a quick movement he leaned up towards the other.

“Oh gods, you and this Ferrari are the hottest things on this planet right now.” He said with a bit of a wink, moving his hands from the position to help the other a bit off the shifter while at the same time using his multitalented hands to pry open the others jeans, with a few skilled movements and a lot of maneuvering in the small car he managed to fiddle the others pants off him, working the males boxers off him at the same time, his fevered breath fogging up the windows all around him as he exposed the other to all the elements, watching as his body responded towards the warmth they provided in the car and the cool air that sneaked in from various cracks.

“You know, I bet you, it’d feel a lot better now that you’re nude.” He said licking his lips, while he wasn’t going to force the other back on to the very thing that seemed to be tormenting him just a moment ago, but god damn if he wasn’t going to give it a fighting chance. “Less things rubbing against one another.”

Clark finally managed both eyes open now, focusing on the other finally with some sense of strength, although his body was riddled with trembles and shakes as he tried desperately to not allow a car to best him like this. It was a failing effort and Clark knew he was on a one way track to defeat. For this his head fell, brown locks spilling in their ever loving disarray. Grunts and struggling whines sounded as Lex flailed with mindless perfection at the boy’s clothing. He couldn’t help that the car was such an amazing asset to his needs at this point. It was everyone male’s fantasy to have an excruciatingly hot girl posed while skimpily clad in something less than conservative all over some high priced automobile, but in this case, Clark’s unknowing fantasy came in a sudden splay at this very encounter. The vehicle was incredible, the Luthor behind the wheel, even more so, but putting the two together was something no ordinary farmboy would have the opportunity to ever experience. It was far to intense for him to muster anything back, but he’d been shucked of all wears, his work boots tattering up the floor ways and his jeans a mess flung over the back of the seat while his boxers laid in their plaid glory in the bucket seat that he had originally started in. He was absolutely amazed that Lex had pulled such trickery off so fast, but then again Clark was in a throng of passion and distractibility so everything went practically in a whorl of teenage zeal. Upright and ever attentive, his manhood greeted Lex with obvious enchantment of their voracious antics. Clark couldn’t help but blush a bit at this. He didn’t mind being exposed when there were sheets to shield him when he felt a bit too revealed to the world, but nothing would save him now… He continued nibbling on his lip, the combination of the creeping chill and their heated exchange gave rise to his nipples as well, his entire body responsive to one Lex Luthor and his smashing sports car. The boy’s thighs quivered a bit and looked briefly down at the drive shaft that both taunted and stood in his way. Blue hues danced upward and over the features of Lex Luthor as well, his melting form wanting desperately to relax into the shifter, but he held some sort of minor resistance to it. The concept was enticing, but he was fearful at once. The vibrating appendage managed to catch the boy a bit unawares, stirring him up a bit and another groan set forth as he nearly gave in to its innocent whims. The car knew nothing of what it did to the Kent boy and thusly remained an oblivious piece of machinery that provoked a young boy to glaze over it in some undeclared covetousness.

“Ah gods, I want it now, Lex!” He called out to the other, clinging still to the Luthor for both support and human contact. “What do I do?”

The good thing about high priced cars were their sleekness in every aspect of their design, there outer bodies shaped for perfect wind speeds. Their tailored interiors, their crisp paneling and of course, their smooth accessories. This was indeed a male fantasy, perhaps a bit different then most men pictured it, usually it was some bottle blonde with huge knockers and an ego to match. No Lex had had his fill of those in his life so far, and he was all set on having another one, that being said, even if it was a bleach blonde with nothing but the clothing god gave her, Lex didn’t think he could be as turned on as he was right now. He half felt as though his erection was going to tear right through the hundred dollar pants he had on, but he wasn’t going to attended to that problem, oh no right now he had bigger fish to fry. He moved in towards the other, lapping at one of the hardened nubs of the other males nipples nipping and sucking playfully as he took a moment to collect himself, to think about what he truly wanted the other to do, and as his soft shaky teenage voice appeared, laced with a need and a want that only those begging for release contained Lex had formed a thought, a process. He moved his mouth up towards the others neck, to his chin and then finally towards the others lips, leaning in to place a rather fierce kiss on the young males lips before pulling away. To speak, his voice deep and husky as he lead the other down another one of his tainted roads, perhaps Jonathan and Martha we’re right about Lex, he wasn’t all that great an influence on the other. But at the same time Lex couldn’t help but feel like he would do anything for the young male, and that wasn’t a tainted feeling at all, but right now however all he wanted to do was fuck him.

“Have you ever felt the rumble of a a 660 horse power engine Clark?” He asked damn well knowing the answer but hell he was going to ask it anyway. “If not then I suggest you slide on, and take this baby for a spin.” He licked his lips deviously as he nibbled at the Kent boys lower lip eagerly waiting to see if he would take his advice.

Everything Lex Luthor did nearly sent the rampaging hormone-infested boy into another one of his howling fits. His body was already taking on a sexual beating as it was, with the rebellion against the vehicle, but it was a losing battle. Lex only aided to encourage the boy to continue what he was fighting so hard to cease, but all in all the struggle only led Clark to submit to his decision. That and the wandering mouth of his best friend. His nipple tingled the instant the other’s hot lips came into contact with it, his body shedding miniature convulsions at the other’s gestures. A small release spouted out the tip of his cock topping it off with a creamy Kryptonian delight caked with a young boy’s groan in the midst of a growing pleasure.

“Ah, Lex, I want it so bad..!” His body couldn’t fight it anymore and when the other’s lips continued to run races over his body, Clark had become nothing more than a quaking mess of anticipation. The breath and unspoken suggestion came from the Luthor like pouring silk into a flannel pile. It was a strange concoction, but oddly enough it fit well, too well and he cringed at the thought of resisting any longer. Again his lids fell, ceasing his vision once more as Lex spoke dangerously into his ear. He shook his head as the other inquired, tussled locks shifting at his movement. He couldn’t win. His body dropped heavily against the shaft, and with the frigid air, the metallic surface and the lack of lubrication, it was all encompassing pain-meets-pleasure and Clark howled in absolute glory of it all. He was unable to formulate anything sensible, but the general message was his avid ecstasy. He held onto Lex, however, both hands grasping at the Luthor’s forearms for support. The reverberation on his insides now thrummed his entire body and Clark lost himself in world of absolute bliss. The boy threw his head back, letting his body warm the shifter as he settled in on top of it. A few more trickles of cream relinquished from the boy out of sheer excitement. He wasn’t spent by any means, but his body had probably never felt such an estranged connection before.

Lex’s head was dizzy with the heat, the passion and the fact that Clark Kent, object of his affection, was simply waiting for sexual release right in front of him. This was all so tantalizing for Lex but oh how he loved every minute of it and as the other spilled a little bit of himself on the leather seat and coated himself with his own delicious nectar Lex had half a mind to lap it up as not to let it go to waste, but that would require a hell of a lot more yoga lessons then he would ever be willing to go to. Instead he turned his attention towards the others neck once more, nibbling at the skin where the males neck met his shoulder happily running his hands down towards the others waist one more as he spoke.

“I know, I’ll take you there.” He said his words were smooth, needy and as the Luthor felt the other slid down around the cool metallic stick shift Lex seemed to purr a little bit. There it was his fantasy sprawled before him in the blissful action of teenage lust. He shifted a bit pushing his foot to rest on the gas pedal. Thankfully they were in park, however even if they weren’t without Lex pressing the clutch they would just stall out, so it didn’t matter what the other did at this point, as Lex stretched he kept his ever attentive mouth on the males neck, moving one of his hands to gently fondle the mans nads before tracing upwards, his fingers dancing across the already sticky mess that was Clark’s erection. He placed his thumb on the tip toying a bit with the precum that had recently dispersed itself and used it as a bit of a lubricant, as he caressed the males hard length. With the very tip of his foot he tapped on the gas and the engine purred to life after its long idle, he did this twice before flooring it, of course the car went no where, but the engine had no idea it was in park, so it roared to life, screaming like a wild beast shaking the whole Ferrari in a desperate attempt to what it had been designed to do. Lex felt the males erection vibrate in his hand as he did so and felt his own twitch leaking a bit onto his pants, no matter he had hundreds of other pairs at him, there was no shame in losing one for a greater goal.

Everything felt unmistakably right, abet odd, but right. His insides continued to burn and cling at the intruding piece of machinery which in turn made his clutch on Lex that much more severe. He couldn’t control himself, but surprisingly his strength was in check, and to Lex’s lack of knowing, thankfully so. His body came upward some, the urge to keep moving was overtaking the boy and soon he let himself drop again, the feeling of power inserted between his legs had been nearly too much and Clark was ready to explode then and there, but Lex sustained him, his fingers tracing the tip of his penis in an almost soothing fashion. His words were warm, buttery, and they came from a realm of euphoria where Clark felt he belonged. The outside world, the halfway mark into Smallville had been all but forgotten and the only thing that remained was Lex, the Ferrari, and Clark Kent in his decadent stupor. He leaned in some, nuzzling the Luthor and relinquishing the man’s arms so that he could place his palms alongside himself in order to allow the riding process to proceed. This freedom gave Lex the ability to explore the boy further in which he did, tracing his fingers over the boy’s revealing nether regions. Clark’s response to Lex’s dancing digits elicited a cry from the boy, the bobbing motions on the shifter started to intensify as though he’d been advocated by both the muttering vehicle and the impish Luthor that knew exactly where to fondle. Clark kept a timid pace with the thrumming apparatus, finding a rhythm in both Lex and his prized car. He kissed the male with a burning depth of need, want, and longing all the while he stayed relatively slow in his motions. Then something happened. Something that would change everything for the boy and would send him into a heavenly oblivion where he feared he might never return from. The roar of the engine resounded in the cockpit of one Ferrari. The blazing gears, the quaking contrivance, the snarl of a fiery beast ready to leap onto the road with scorching bright eyes sent sparks through Clark’s entire body, his joints locking up, a wail in his throat, his thighs clamping over the gear shaft as though clinging desperately to its revving existence… The car had become a relatively expensive intimate object, or Clark becoming the beast’s personal plaything, one. Nevertheless, whichever it maybe, Lex Luthor was the real man behind the curtain of things. This was all mainly for him and him alone.

No one man should get as much of a thrill out of this as Lex was getting. The purr of a farmboy and the roar of what had now become a 300 grand sex toy was orgasmic in its own right and it took Lex a moment, and a couple of harsh breaths to keep himself from spilling his seed all over the inside of his pants. He managed to stable himself and he shifted as the other male did leaning up to place a fevered kiss on the males lips pressing into him with an unhindered need however keeping note of the boys pace, as he didn’t want to disrupt the very untraditional riding of a sports car. Lex was conflicted about whether or not he wanted to pull the boy off and claim him for his very own but at the same time this situation was too good to stop. Much too good. He pulled away from the other licking his lips, savoring the taste of the farm boy that still lingered on them. Gods Clark was delicious in ever aspect of himself, and as the boy writhed as the engine roared in dominancy Lex lost just about all his inhibitions. He used his free hand that wasn’t dancing around the other males erection to pull at the farm boys soft curls, pulling his head and body back a bit to give him more access to the other male in his entirety. He kept his hand there for a while whilst his mouth began to explore the other, dancing about the farm boys neck, nuzzling, nipping, sucking, Clark was now the Luthor’s tasty treat as he continued on his trek lower and lower, stopping to tease each one of the males hard nubs of flesh at his chest before he continued lower, his hand now following his mouth as it trailed down Clark’s chiseled form. Greek gods would have been jealous of Clark’s form, Lex was sure of it and right now, in this car, in this moment it was all Lex’s and no one else’s. He shifted a bit as he finally made his way towards the others length, lapping at it a few times teasing the very tip, tasting the boys salty nectar. It was a rather odd position and to be honest was slightly uncomfortable, but they didn’t have a lot of room nor a lot of options, and the prize was worth the pain, his hands moved back towards the others hips as he rose and fell on the stick shift. Helping the other along with his movements as his mouth became preoccupied with the others erection, moving his mouth following hungrily as the other bounced along in the middle console of the car.

Clark had become completely submissive to the omniscience of the Ferrari and its driver. He was getting a two for one and that was fine by him. Lex held the real sentience in this scenario however, in that, the vehicle’s very essence wouldn’t be if it hadn’t been for the addressing Luthor. The boy was a growing mess of emotions in both a mental sense as well as the physical. His leaking manhood twitched with a need, a sort of desperation for attention while he pumped his body along the stick shift. The console was really doing more than it should for anyone in all aspects of things, but here he was, locked and loaded with a Ferrari giving him the experience he’d soon never forget. Guttural sounds came from the farmboy, growls, yearning whimpers, timid squeaks of joy, grunts of an increasingly approaching climax. His body tensed instantly, several moments of inhaling precious oxygen had to be taken when Lex imposed himself upon the boy again. It was more than he could ever ask for, and in the end he’d likely be apologizing profusely to the other for ramming his shifter where it’s obviously not supposed to be—chances are, Clark is going to be one embarrassed young man. But until that time he remained warped, captivated by the moment and every once of him tingled at the touch of his best friend. A wail of delight elicited from the younger of the pair as Lex attended to his aroused nipples, his ginger snaps and tweaks nearly sought Clark’s release then and there, but it wasn’t until the Luthor came downward to face the real necessity of the situation that Clark nearly poured his contents free from their entrapping. A holler, an all out wail of sheer ecstasy resounded in the vehicles small enclosing and he clung tightly to the console, his back rubbing against the panel behind him as he began to move more rigorously along the shifter. “I think I’m going to--!” He was in that state of in-between, not quite there, but nearly on the brink. It was a combination of Lex Luthor and his thrumming vehicular plaything that got the boy all bent out of shape…

Oh yeah, that was what Lex wanted, the shear power that he had over the young man. Lex got off on that power, not in the physical sense, though right now he was pretty damn close to it, no in the mental sense. He kept his hands on the boys hips feeling his body shiver and tense, He could feel that the boy was close, primed on the edge of sweet release and he couldn’t help smile, knowing he had been the key factor in it all. He placed his foot against the pedal one more time, just for the sake of doing it and the engine roared to life once more as the car and the Kent shivered and announced himself Lex found his mind going into a primal state, he encased the boys stiff erection in his mouth and gods it was delicious. The boys salty seed and the heat that emanated of the length drove the Luthor to a near maddening state. His noises not helping any as the other male teased the others cock with his mouth and tongue, sliding across the heated length this way and that, up and down, taking as much as the boy into his mouth as he could, Lex just wanted to devour the other whole, if he could, instead however he savored the other like a fine wine, his movements soft and gentle yet tainted with a need that knew no bounds. He moved his hands down from the others hips to rub at the inside of the other males thighs, urging the other on with his silent gentle touches, he wanted the boy to go all the way, he wanted to watch him in his passionate state as opposed to traditional positioning when you were on top pleasuring your partner you often missed a lot, most everything was hidden in a mesh of bodies, but the thing about this situation was that Clark was completely exposed in all his grandeur for Lex to see, and by god he was going to see it all.

The revving engine vanquished any sanity Clark Kent might have had left in him and blankets of white shielded his mind from any visible coherency. The roaring beast took precedence and he knew it was going to happen, he would slip into the gates of heaven united with a Ferrari and soon to be a Luthor. Lex’s roaming mouth met with the boy’s length connecting the three; a boy, a young man, and an inanimate object in what would a most particular arrangement. Lex’s roving mouth, sliding tongue, fixated palms about his hips was enough to steady Clark in his rhythm as he bobbed up and down along the drive shaft, imagining nothing more than the wickedness of fucking a car. Something in those thoughts were enough to send him over the edge. He was riding a car in all forms of immoral unanimity, he was riding it and riding it hard and there was nothing more that he’d want at this time other than Lex himself. But the other was firmly planted in his place as well, fingers caressing the boy’s inner thighs now while his mouth consumed his cock. It was increasingly mind boggling and finally with the dying roar of the engine as Lex took his foot away from the accelerator, Clark spilled every last ounce of himself into the others mouth, pouring in profuse amounts of a confined affection that lasted the duration of Lex’s absence. Tears welled in the young man’s eyes as he threw his head back, biting his lip fiercely as his body sprang into fits of passion and completion. He unleashed another howl, muffled by his gnawed upon lip, which eventually led into a choked sob of joy, the release was more than he could have ever hoped for, causing him tears of elation and massive amounts of spillage. “Lex…” he barely heaved, his face intensely flushed with deep scarlet hue.

Lex felt the other male tense up as he neared his completion, gods Lex was having way more fun then he should truly be having. He was so wrapped up in pure bliss that he really didn’t stop to consider the repercussions of his actions and this predicament, but at the same time Lex didn’t rightly care. What was done was done, though he was sure the younger more innocent of the pair would say or do something to apologize and as usual the older of the pair would shrug it off, Clark was the only one he often found himself letting off Scott free for everything. If any other person in the universe were to do this to his car, they would be buying him a new one. But now after all this, this car was going to be his prized possession, for a number of reasons, but mainly this moment attached to it. He wouldn’t sell it for all the money in the world. (Not that he needed the money, but if the situation ever arose.) As the farmboy quickened his pace Lex moved his head, keeping in rhythm with the other males actions, he could feel the other as he throbbed for release against his mouth, and with a few more rides of the Luthor’s ride, Lex felt the other orgasm into his mouth, Lex had half a mind to just let the other spill completely into his mouth, which he would graciously devour as though it were the best treat in all the land, he wanted to watch the other, watch the effects he had on him, Lex was a voyeur in that sense, but he had come to live with himself. He removed his lips from the others length and licked at the bit he had managed to salvage before watching the other release himself wave after wave onto to Ferrari’s sleek console and decorative leather seating. Feeling his own cock twitch as he let out a bit of a purr as he leaned up towards the others mouth, thankful for the fact that he wasn’t hunched over any longer because it was killing his spine he was length and licked at the bit he had managed to salvage before watching the other release himself wave after wave onto to Ferrari’s sleek console and decorative leather seating. Feeling his own cock twitch as he let out a bit of a purr as he leaned up towards the others mouth, thankful for the fact that he wasn’t hunched over any longer because it was killing his spine he was sure of that. He placed a forceful kiss at the others mouth, lapping at the males upper lip playfully spreading the boys and his own taste all over the lip. “God’s, you’re so delicious Clark.” He said a smile curled up on his lips.

A few saline sparkles trickled from the boys eyes as he cringed against the drive shaft in finishing. He could feel the mouth around his cock leave and which nearly made him cry out in sadness for Lex’s departure, but the feeling was still to intense to abandon the blissful ending. His seed layered the console, the seats, some even mustered his lower abdomen and a bit of Lex’s lap. It was a fiery spill, the hot liquid that nearly singed their landing space emitting from the tearful young farmhand. His body continued to shudder in utter delight, his mind racing with feelings of pleasure as Lex worked his wonders and the Ferrari simple sat in sheer existence. He finally caved, his mouth suckling Lex’s tasteful lips, the flavor of both himself and the other tainted their healthy embrace, and soon he was a huffing heap of bare flesh, rested ever so articulately on the drive shaft with his knees bent and arms shivering as they supported his mass. He blinked a few times, puffing and heaving for air and composure. The outside world was a fog-ridden place, unable to be seen from the confinements of the car. He was finally able to focus when he realized exactly what he was doing and particularly what was where it shouldn’t have been. His hands dove to collect Lex while his body wriggled some to get free, but the gesture wasn’t completed as he sought to look the other in his glazed countenance. Lex looked starved for attention and while Clark had spent himself, the Luthor looked famished for some affection.

“Lex, I’m so sorry,” he pleaded while clinging to the man’s arms again “I don’t know what, well, what came over me. I’m sorry..!” The tears the streaked his face had arisen out of joy and pleasure, but they started to take on a new meaning. Chances are, Lex’s automobile was tainted and it was all his fault. But the look in Lex’s eyes told him that the man was after a different sort of release. Lips collided with lips as Clark sought to give his apology another way, a fierce connection of fire and admission of guilt.

As bad as Lex was, he wasn’t a complete asshole. As much as he loved seeing the other perched on that drive shaft, he knew it must not be the most comfortable of all things, so rather then the first time around where he had watched the other suffer to remove himself from it, he helped the other, shifting a bit and allowing the other off to be as relaxed, well as relaxes as one could be buck ass naked in a small confined area. He smiled as the boy went into the panicked fit Lex knew was coming, he let out a chuckle as the other did just what he expected, Lex loved that aspect of Clark, there were times when he was mysterious and hard to tell, and at other points he was utterly and completely predictable. He leaned in towards the other as he placed himself in the passengers seat.

“Why are you sorry?” He asked playfull as the other leaned in towards him to kiss at his lips. Lex nearly melted into the kiss but he remained in the now to speak again. “I’m not sorry, I have other cars.” He said simply, and that fact was true indeed, in fact he had a large multi-car garage full of cars, one lost Ferrari was the least of his problems. Besides that’s why Lex had a detailer on the payroll.

“The nice thing about leather, is its easily washable.” He breathed against the others lips as the two locked them once more in heated embrace as the other indicated another heated kiss, he shifted himself a bit relaxing into the bucket seat to become a bit more comfortable and to allow his back to stop screaming at him as the pair continued on their passionate embrace, Lex was driven on by the fact that the whole care was steamed and smelt of man and sex. God, he may never wash this car, though he knew he would.

Clark blushed massively, his sheepishness overcoming him as he sat in his side of the car with a look that bred the epitome of guilt. When Lex inquired as to his apology Clark’s hand automatically rose to the back his neck, rubbing at the sweat curls that lapped at his nape nervously.

“I figured you’d be weirded out I guess,” he spoke feeling very obvious in all his nudeness. He was also quite a of a mess as well, but the scent of the vehicle was definitely tantalizing and when he looked downward toward the drivers gear shift he winced a bit noting his body had left behind its own natural lubricant, a milky sticky like something or other that aided his movement along its sleek metallic arm. He felt obligated to clean it up and went for his undershirt, but instead of wiping up the Kent like residue on the shifter, and probably the milk stains about the console and seat, he felt himself enraptured in all that was Lex Luthor yet again. Their lips had been the main source of their passion, an essential exchange of heat and life through the sheer simplicity of a kiss. He purred in the midst of their lip-locked union and the undershirt had been easily discarded. His hands crept at the span of Lex’s chest, pawing the man’s contoured shape, crawling downward until he came in contact with a certain leather belt. He broke the kiss and stared eagerly into the other’s eyes. Everything about Clark Kent was completely coherent now, his eyes smoldering with a need to attend to Lex and a focus that would allow him to give everything and all to the man of his affections.

“Lex,” his voice dropped a few octaves, “You need.. you need something too, right?” He almost sounded uncertain of himself, as though hoping he wasn’t barking up the wrong tree. He wanted to love Lex as much as the Ferrari had done for him, and suddenly with a bit more grace, Clark was removing the man’s belt, pulling open his trousers and he couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortably tight they were on the young man, and how a little moistness had appeared in their front. A small embarrassed smile came over him as he wriggled his fingers into the fabric, helping Lex to lift his hips some so that he could shimmy out of the contents allowing them to rest at his thighs, enough for Clark to see the upright appendage that appeared delectably before him. He watched the other intently, hoping for some sort of confirmation to keep going, lapping at his own lips in preparation.

The older male let out a bit of a scoff, and shook his head. “Christ Clark, the last I’d be is weirded out.” He said with a smile opening his eyes lazily to look at the other male, and when the other made the move to clean up after himself, and Lex moved in to kiss him that fact was reassured. Oh no, weirded out was the last emotion on the tip of the younger Luthor’s tongue. The older male groaned a bit as he felt Clark’s hand dancing about below his beltline, working the dark leather piece from its home and to the floor with a clunk of the belt buckle. Lex hadn’t really been expecting anything to be honest, he was more concerned with getting the other off then he himself. Though as the other fiddled about with his pants, Lex realized that he was uncomfortably stiff. As the other spoke Lex felt himself growl a little bit with a need he hadn’t realized he had until now, he let out a bit of a devious chuckle, the corner of his lips curling into a smile.

“I suppose its my turn then huh?” He asked in response to the other, oh yeah, he hadn’t been expecting anything, but he wasn’t the sort to turn away an offer. Oh no and certainly not one from an ever so willing farmboy, he shifted himself so his pants and undergarments rest at his hips revealing the prize that hid behind the silky pants and undergarments his erection twitched and bounced a bit in its new found freedom as if beckoning the other to continue on with his plan. Lex found his hands idly moving to rest at the other males shoulders pawing at them eagerly with the thought of what the boy was about to do, what he wished he would do. He felt his breath become a bit harsher at just the mere concept of it all, another one of man’s great fantasies was about to played out, and Lex wasn’t really sure if he had died and gone to heaven, this whole night was too good for words, and nearly to good to be true, but at each touch, each kiss. Lex was reassured that this all was real, that this was truly happening, Lex was in paradise and he dared anyone to take it away from him.

Clark started by simply gaping in awe at the other’s length that was presented before him like some miraculous prize he’d somehow managed to win. Lex Luthor was a man of wealth, power, and upward status and while he held many encounters as a once sexual deviant it still had to be somewhat considered an honor to so much as partake in any sort of sensual activity with the man and oftentimes Clark wondered why it was him, of all people Lex Luthor could have—a simple farmboy. I’m not anything special—I’m a freak, but nothing anything particular, he would find himself thinking on so many different occasions when Lex would smile at him that way he did, or lean on his pool cue in that certain manner of arrogance, or even those afternoons after school when Lex was busily typing away on his laptop and Clark barged in with want to see the other. Lex’s face had always been the picture of calm and composed and it nearly sent shivers through his spine on almost every visitation to the Luthor manor. So many times Clark would be nearly in puddles when he was around the other and this was no exception. A vague sense of understanding came over him as to why he did what he did with the Ferrari and it was simply because of its owner. As it was now, he felt himself shiver in anticipation as he situated both himself and the other. Lex’s back was now to the door in the driver’s seat, his arms forward and grasping at the farmboy’s muscular shoulders with one leg propped over the console and the other mustered in the opposing direction which made it easier to access between the Luthor’s thighs. Clark squirmed some, his positively unclothed body exposed to all the elements of both the situation and the intensifying weather. He managed to bring his knees up beneath him surprisingly, his behind positioned in the air and against the passenger side door some while he rested his front downward, his arms to their elbows with his face nuzzling into the Luthor’s crotch. For a moment he simply reveled in it, his curls dancing along the sensitive skin as he purred against the other’s cock. He closed his eyes a sweet smile breaking across his face before he finally lapped at the beckoning flesh, applying tender kisses to the base of the length. He opened his mouth, using one hand to pull back the slacks some in order to access the mans sac where he pulled some of which in to his mouth suckling ever so softly. He kept this endearing process up for a few more moments before his hand dove upward to readjust himself, this time accidentally striking the control panel some. This stole his attention a moment before the radio came on and began blaring a vicarious tune that Lex had left for later listening. The harsh melody resounded throughout the cockpit and Clark gave the Luthor a playful smile, leaving well enough alone before he went back to his duties, this time meandering his lips about the other’s tip before taking it into his mouth as well.

The youngest Luthor relished in these moments, and thought briefly on how this started, to this day it all seemed like a dream, and sometimes Lex was still sure it was. He moved himself about to give the other better access to him, to do what needed to be done for both Clark and Lex. But mostly for Lex at this point, for when the other leaned in towards the males nether regions and kissed at the base of his length gently he just about spilled himself all over the other males face, which while interesting, would most likely been a bit awkard, but Lex had experience, something the other was lacking, not that Lex cared, but he choked it back with a groan as the others mouth went down to play at the soft sensitive flesh that dangled below his erection. His back arched subconsciously as the other teased at the flesh and he felt a shiver course from his nads all the way up his spine and to his brain which screamed internally with a feral need for more. This resulted in a moan like growl as the other threw his head back resting it against the cool glass of the fogged window, it felt nice in a odd sense as his skin felt like it was on fire, and the cool crisp air that bounced of the hot inside of the car felt good on his head. Sometimes being bald did have its advantages he had to admit. He searched for words, detailed words, words that his high education should have been able to grasp, but they lacked and he fell back on his dirty bedside manners. “Oh god Clark, I need you to suck me off.”

He growled bucking his hips a bit as if reminding the other why he was down there in the first place. Clark realized that what he was doing to the man had been teasing him all along and just sense he start trickling kisses all about him hear and there, but ever since Clark had taken severe advantage of the Luthor’s drive shaft and perhaps even before that—Clark didn’t know, but Lex was ravenous, absolutely desirable and needy all at once. Nearly unable to resist the charm of the other in the severity of his words Clark obliged quickly, diving into his task with a brandishing ardor. He took the man’s length into his mouth, plummeting the entirety into his throat like he had practiced before. Practiced before, meaning on objects behind closed doors that he spoke nothing about to anyone. He always came across to Lex as so untrained and it was exasperating probably to Lex as well that he was so pathetic in the love making scene. He wanted to surprise the other with what he had practiced though, dipping into the other as though he were the tastiest treat he’d ever had. His throat contracted, as though swallowing the length while his tongue did numbers on the backside of the Luthor’s sensitive flesh. He kept a slow pace at first getting used to the depth and the power that was now inside of his mouth. He could smell the other’s need, his exotic scent overpowering the youth, his mind whirling a bit with a momentary haze. He could also taste it, a small hint of the Luthor seed tickled the back of his throat causing the boy contract again, swallowing the little bit feverishly. Gods Lex tasted so wonderful. It was no surprise that the Luthor seed was liquid gold—anyone would be hard pressed not to have for themselves, the rich favorable promise into a family of wealth should it be used accordingly, but Clark never had intentions like that, nor was he the appropriate gender so in more ways than one it worked out well for the boy. As he picked up a bit of the pace, he hummed into the man’s length, a yearning noise resonating around the hardened length. It was needy and pulling, a greedy want for what Lex was holding in.

Lex felt himself trickle a bit in the mouth of the other, unable to quell his bodies desire for the sweet release the boys mouth promised, but he wasn’t ready yet, oh no, the boys mouth had gone from awkward suckling to a new found skill at giving a wonderful blowjob. For the briefest of moments Lex wondered where he had suddenly obtained such a skill but as the others mouth continued on its endeavor the thought all but escaped Lex’s mind, he moaned closing his eyes and melting into the moment, he wanted to watch, oh he wanted to stare at the other as he worked his magic on Lex’s own stick shift, but he was in such a state of pure bliss that it was hard to do. He squeezed at the others shoulders urging him on as he let out a growl of want and need, finally able to pull himself together enough to pull his head forward and look at the other, watching his head move about in his crotch. He bucked into the other a bit, careful not to hurt the other, though he wasn’t sure just how gentle he was being, after all he wasn’t really in the best of all mind sets, but he was sane enough to know better then use his whole strength to do what he had done.

“Oh gods Clark, don’t stop…” He had a feeling that the other wasn’t going to, but he said it anyway, because if the other did stop right now Lex would go mad, though he was sure, in a sense, he already was. After all he had just half forced the younger male to self fuck a Ferrari, but that was beside the point now, and as the other moved about, using himself to vibrate against the other, and the events that had just transpired between the pair, Lex’s body noted that it was just too much for it to quell anymore, and Lex groaned feeling his whole body quiver one last time before he lost himself in the sensual bliss that was Clark Kent’s mouth. He groaned as his cock twitched and finally spilled its salty-sweet nectar into the younger males mouth, his hips bucked and twitched unable to control the pure bliss that raced through his body, up his spine and down to his toes which curled in pleasure hidden behind expensive loafers. He panted heavily as his body tried to regain something of a normal state of being and he smiled, pulling the others mouth up towards his own when he and the boy was satisfied that he had had enough of the Luthor’s seed to appease him.

“That was amazing.” He stated simply pulling the others mouth towards his own where he met it with a fevered kiss, tasting both the other males delicious warm mouth, and his own seed that still lingered in and around on the boy’s lips.

Clark could feel the urging kneading fingers of Lex Luthor, tugging at his shoulders and pulling him into position as he needed him. Clark didn’t fight this in anyway and made every effort to do as he was told, and over the loud blaring music he even still heard the commands of the other, never once ceasing, when in fact as though pacing along with the music, he met a rhythm he found that Lex liked judging by the way the other threw his head back. He continued to follow the sound of the Luthor’s music preference, bouncing in perfect harmony, rocking out as it were to the length that was engulfed within his mouth. He kept this up, continued to be the perfect plaything to appease his best friend wanting only be good at this so that for once he wasn’t fumbling about or tripping up in some fashion. He continued this, kept up with the Luthor’s demands, which in all reality for some was nearly impossible as Luthor’s preferences were high and they had a tendency to be high maintenance as well. Surprisingly Clark felt as though he had been doing a good enough job. He could almost feel the slate grey eyes watching him now but that wouldn’t deter him. His backside, up and presenting to the world followed in suit with his body and suckled the Luthor like a candy pop. It wasn’t until he noted the man’s form tensing, he was about ready to explode and Clark prepared himself for this getting ready to suckle down every last drop of the man. He waited for, his tongue running circles over the backside as he came up and down along the shaft. And like a waterfall of pure bliss Lex poured into the boy’s gullet, who in turn guzzled every bit that he could, but more kept coming causing a few strands of milky white to squeeze out of the corner of Clark’s mouth. He moaned, feeling as though he were a bit of a failure for not taking in every last drop, but the pressing lips, and the compliment had been more than enough to make him feel adequate yet again. A smidgen of Lex’s seed had been exchanged into the Luthor’s mouth, a taste of his own medicine as it were and when the kiss broke Clark lapped at the corners of his mouth with an enthusiasm only a student could have when wanting to impress their instructor.

“I’m.. I’m glad you think so,” he stuttered once again looking sheepish as he took to his seat again watching Lex settle himself. Clark leaned in some cutting the volume to the music down a bit so he could share a conversation with the other without having to shout. He eyed his clothes for a moment, reaching for his boxers beneath him in an awkward display and placing them in his lap with a nervous guilt-ridden smile and a coy head tilt.

Perfection, shear perfection, that was the only thing that was running through the Luthor’s mind as he the sweet release he desperately wanted and needed finally bubbled forward. The fact that Lex had spilled so much that the other couldn’t possibly manage it all didn’t upset the older male, oh no if anything it excited him even more. He smiled as they broke apart their kiss wanting more of it, but then again satisfied with what he had managed to get. He ran his hands through the other’s hair and allowed him the space and couple of minutes that he would need to settle himself. The moment wasn’t awkward in the least but, atleast not to Lex, but he noticed that the small digital clock on the left side of his steering wheel blazed a time that truly had no right in being there, it was past midnight, Lex had assumed it was late, but not that late. He kept the time to himself for a moment as he watched the other fiddle with the volume of the stereo and cover himself up he frowned a bit at the loss of the delicious sight but did about the same thing, only pulling his pants up with a bit of a smile and a nod.

“I’m not letting you drive home like this.” He stated simply, Lex had had experience driving home after experiences not just like the one they had just shared, but akin to it, and it was dangerous, after sex one was tired, one was weak, and certainly not prepared to drive at all let alone back into town which was atleast a 20-30 minute drive. Oh no, the last thing he wanted was for Clark to get into some sort of accident. As it would have been Lex Luthor’s fault, and Lex couldn’t have that. Of course he lacked general knowledge that could sway his thoughts, but right now he was set in his ways and as far as he was concerned he was going to make sure that the other male would be as safe as humanly possible. The older male thought for a moment as he fished around for his shirt, he didn’t bother putting it on, but he didn’t really want to sit on it either.

“Are your parents expecting you home?” He asked in all honesty Lex really didn’t want to be dropping the other off at home at this hour of the night, no he would never hear the end of it and in all honesty he might never be able to see the other again. Lex was conflicted in a lot of ways, one way was that he didn’t want to get the other in trouble, a part of him was worried about that, but there was a bigger part, a needier part that wanted the other to come back to the mansion with him, regardless of the repercussions, and knowing the Kent family there were bound to be a couple.

“Because I could drive you there, but I can’t leave this car, its to expensive” to be honest Lex couldn’t give a shit about the car, not to mention the fact that no one but him could drive it, since they wouldn’t have a key, that had a microchip that was essential to starting the car, but Clark being the innocent farmboy he was wouldn’t know that and in a sense that worked towards Lex’s goals.

“And this will wake them up, if I drop you off, not to mention the tow truck I would need to get in order to get your truck there, which I don’t mind doing, but I think perhaps if you were to spend the night in the mansion, we could avoid all that…” Lex was one to cut to the chase that was for sure, he didn’t really want the boy to lie, and perhaps if there was indeed a tow truck involved either way it wouldn’t be so hard to just mention that the truck had broken down and a certain someone with oodles of cash and who happened to be a friend just happened to be close by and paid for the tow and the repairs but it was too late at night to return back to the Kent base, and the truck wasn’t working well enough yet after the repairs. Lex was an ass, he knew that but he wanted this to last forever, he needed the other male right now, and god damn if he was going to let him escape.

Clark began fumbling around with his wears as Lex took his time to recuperate from his little escapade. A shifty smile came across the boys face as shimmied his body into the shorts and eventually his jeans. With a lack of sunlight, the healing process as a bit slowed however Clark never really understood why that was, nevertheless when he sat himself back down while clothed, he winced a bit. The drive shaft hadn’t been lubricated in any form leaving the boy to his own devices, but the vibrating piece of machinery had taken him to a heaven of cars and hot guys that he never knew could exist. Now considering his infatuation with his best friend, Clark began to come a little out of the closet of things such as the very same gender in which he derived from. He noticed that Lana Lang was still very much the pretty face she’d always been, but her ever loving jock of a boyfriend had piqued an intrigue in the farmboy that he hadn’t really noticed before. Another example had been one of his instructors. A fresh young face coming right out of Met. U. with a degree in English had completely captivated not only Clark’s writing style, but his interest in other ways as well. The young Kent was gaining a sense of appreciation for the masculine gender with a growing disregard for the females that encompass him on a daily basis and he likely had Lex to blame for that but he was becoming less and less jittered about it as well which was good because his first breathless encounter with the quarterback had been over Lana’s affections (or so Whitney presumed), but Clark wasn’t some mindless hussy either and he easily kept to himself all these estranged inklings that came literally from no where. Elsewhere in the depths of the night, Smallville had two particularly roused individuals waiting about in worry a midst their living room. Martha watched the telephone with an intensity that literally bore a hole into the plastic while Jonathan leaned forward in a recliner, his fingers interlaced and placed beneath his chin. Worried glances were exchanged and Jonathan nodded quietly making his way toward the phone with the intent to travel down the list of Clark’s friends to seek out the boy’s whereabouts. In the meantime, Clark, now fully clothed while disheveled, looked toward his friend with curious eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle it, Lex,” he attempted to sound reassuring, but in all light he wanted the same exact thing as the Luthor. He rubbed a flannel elbow on the passenger side window to peer out at the red pick-up sitting quietly on the side of the road. He understood the value of his truck compared to this amazing piece of work. In fact—he took the end of his undone shirt and began to clean the drive shaft with a nervous laugh.

“..What about the truck?” he asked looking up thoughtfully at his friend. He didn’t rightly know everything like Lex did and was easily, easily manipulated to the other’s wishes, a sweet, endearing little pawn in the palm of Lex Luthor’s hand. He sat up some after he’d cleaned up his mess and began patting at his pockets until he found what he was looking for. Clark wasn’t fortunate enough to have a cellphone, but from his pockets he pulled the keys free and eyed the window once more. He looked a little worried—that was his dad’s truck.

Lex suddenly felt bad for the amount of pressure he placed on the boy, he subconsciously knew he did, but most of the time he chose to ignore it, but it made the fact that they came from two separate families on two separate wavelengths all the more prevalent each and every time a situation such as this had arose. He frowned deeply but not at the other, at himself and then turned to face the other as he dressed, sad to watch the chiseled form bury itself once more in the casual clothing that hid all its beautiful nooks and lines. But he had a feeling he might see the form again. To be honest Lex still saw himself as mostly straight, there were few people who he figured he could love of the same sex. He had fooled around a couple of times in drunken stupors but that didn’t really mean anything, not until now. Oh no, Lex Luthor had homosexual thoughts for one person alone, and that happened to be the person sitting co-pilot beside him, and not only did Lex love Clark, but he had never, ever, loved anyone, male or female as much as he loved the male sitting beside him. He hadn’t really said it yet, and felt like he should, but Lex was in a sense scared of it, everyone he had ever told “I love you” had gone on to burning him in more ways then one. From using him for nothing but his money and his fathers company, to deciding that they would rather not be with him for one way or another. Love had never really felt right to Lex Luthor, as if the word and the feeling itself were cursed. Lex didn’t think he could handle loosing Clark, though he would never admit it. He wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but on that faithful day, that honestly wasn’t all that far back. He had loved Clark Kent, perhaps not as strongly as when they had first met up in his office a few months back, but there was always something nagging at the back of Lex’s mind that kept him on the subject of Clark Kent and all his glory. Lex shook his head and pulled out his cellphone, he punched a couple of numbers in it as the he watched the other clean up his mess with another frown, though Lex knew it was going to have to be cleaned eventually.

“Hi, Yes, I need a tow. Gunmetal Grey Ferrari,” He looked irritated for a moment and then spoke rather harshly. “Lex Luthor, I need it delivered to the Luthor estate ASAP.” He smiled a bit as it seemed the other changed his voice and Lex nodded subconsciously as the voice ceased and Lex turned off the cell phone, opening the door and sliding out of the Ferrari with a catlike grace reserved for such movements, beckoning the other to follow and holding out his hand.

“I’ll drive you home.” He said somewhat dejectedly, Luthor’s hated admitting defeat, it just didn’t happen. But Lex knew if he kept the boy any longer there would be hell to pay so sadly he knew he had to relinquish the other to the arms of his loving parents, who ironically had managed to call the last person on their sons list of friends, and quite honestly the last people Lex could talk to right now, regardless he opened the cell phone again and answered in a smooth business like voice. Martha thankfully was the one who had been roped in to calling the Luthor and he greeted her as he had greeted her so many times before.

“Mrs. Kent, Yes he’s here. No, my car broke down and he came looking for me, managed to find me before I froze to death. I cant get anyone out to where I am till morning, yeah. He’s driving me back into town. Yes, of course Mrs. Kent.” He removed the phone from his ear and handed it to Clark with a nod, moving towards the car and placing it in neutral before slamming the door down madder then he had originally intended it to be.

Clark watched Lex shift through a various sum of emotions and suddenly he felt a bit guilty almost as if he had upset the man somehow. It was the frown that etched its way over the Luthor’s features that made the boy suddenly feel at fault for something. When the two were quietly arranged on their sides of the vehicle Clark’s mouth came open as if he had something to say, but he quickly clamped it shut and sulked a bit. He kept his eyes downward realizing his feet were still barren without his work boots. Scooting forward some he reached for his boots and began to stuff them on his feet with a real lack of effort considering their bulkiness. He quickly turned his head to the other who was now leaned into a small black phone. Clark couldn’t decipher the brand, but it looked relatively new and he assumed it might have been the Blackberry he’d seen on the commercials. He wished he had a cellphone actually, as everyone in school toted one about like it was the best thing in the world, but the Kent’s didn’t find it necessary for Clark, although Martha had been trying to convince Jonathan otherwise with the help of the youngest Kent. When Lex called in the tow favor Clark took the other’s arm and shook his head quietly. He didn’t want to be any trouble to his best friend and he tried to get out of it the best he could but the order had been issued and Lex was quick to exit the vehicle. Clark followed in suit shutting his door with heavy consideration for the expense of the Ferrari that he had already tainted with earlier. He followed the man, took his arm delicately and tugged lightly to gain his attention. Once again his mouth came open to speak, but a ringing occurred that sounded like an elevator chime or perhaps some ritzy chirping, nevertheless, Lex’s phone matched the owner and his swift, sleek maneuvers addressed the call with a patience that Clark had always suspected to hide some deeper intent within. Blue hues widened as he noted the woman on the other end. He listened to the two exchange for a moment and he motioned for Lex to offer over the phone. The man hadn’t seen it, issued his pseudo-explanation to the other end and then gingerly cut off the conversation.

“Lex, please don’t be upset. I can drive. I’m okay to.” He knew the true intentions on both their parts and yet no one actually wanted to admit to their need to stay with one another. He motioned for the other’s phone,

“Lemme call my mom back. I’ve got an idea.” He didn’t want to lie to her, it wasn’t in his nature and he was going to lecture the Luthor on such as soon as he set everything straight. When he managed to get the phone he eyed it curiously before he had to have Lex take it back, speed dial the number, and then offer it to the boy again. “Thanks,” he said a bit awkwardly. He waited a moment before,

“Hey mom.” Pause. “Yeah, yeah. I’m okay, I’m fine. Lex is okay too. I’m going to get him back to the manor. It’s freezing out here.” Thus far, he wasn’t lying too terribly much save for the fact that Lex had every intention on driving. “I was wondering, maybe I could stay the night there. It’s really late and it’s not—“ Apparently the other end cut him off, kept him there for a few moments before he got a chance to speak again. “Yeah, I know. I know. I’ll be home tomorrow first thing for chores, I promise.” Clark looked at Lex now, a stare that bore a hole through the man’s skull, not literally thankfully. “I’m pretty sure he already does feel bad enough about it, but he appreciates it nevertheless. Yeah, I love you too. I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks mom.”

As the older male had his cell phone taken from him he blinked a few times. He wasn’t used to the farmboy being so forceful and as he re-dialed his home phone number and spoke with his mother one more he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat as he asked if he could stay over the Luthor mansion and as the other bargained and then seemed to win he felt nearly like jumping for joy, of course Lex wasn't that sort, so he simply smiled a bit taking back his phone as it was presented to him once more. It wasn't the concept of the other staying over that really excited him, though that was very exciting, it was the concept that he actually -wanted- to do it. He wasn't lured by the other, or forced into a corner like Lex had felt he had been so often doing to the other male, it was something he actually wanted to do. As he wrapped up the conversation Lex tilted his head about at the stare he was receiving not that he wasn't into it in some sort of way, but he was curious as to why he was receiving it. But when the other hung up the phone he strode somewhat lazily towards the red truck.

"I'm taking it she’s pretty pissed at me then?" He asked as he opened the door waiting for the other to get inside. The trip itself felt quick and had Lex been the one driving as originally planned it would have been even quicker no doubt, however the other had insisted he drive and to be honest Lex was in too good a mood atleast for now to be phased by the other male’s stubborn-ness. It was a family trait but to be honest atleast it was a good family trait, unlike some of the ones the youngest Luthor had obtained through his family linage.

As they arrived at Lex's mansion Lex lead the other too the kitchen, Lex was a bit hungry and was starting to get a sort of nagging headache in the back of his head as he hadn't eaten since he left metropolis, as he grabbed himself a glass of his token drink and a bowl of chopped fruit to simply nibble on he offered the other something as well, unsure of if the other was hungry, thirsty or a combination of both after there encounter. Lex had been tired right afterwards, but Lex was a night owl and a morning bird interestingly enough. His body was trained to accept little to no sleep as the norm, so it no longer rebelled when he treated it in such a harsh way.

"Can I get you anything to drink or eat Clark?" he asked offering up a chair to allow the other to sit as he moved about the kitchen, for someone who never cooked he moved about the kitchen like it was his job and though he had done it a million times before though in all reality he hardly ever came in, but it was his job to know his house back front and sideways.

After the conversation with his mother ended Clark obliged Lex with another stare that suggested a mild irritation, but he didn’t want to come on too strong to the other so he kept it to himself. Lex posed his query though and Clark was hard pressed to respond, pulling open the door to his father’s truck yet standing there a moment to watch the other. His response was hasty, “No, she’s fine.” He clambered into the truck and before he knew they were on the road. The trip was silent and he kept his gaze forward as they made their way to the Luthor manor. He kept wondering how he could approach the other about things like this. It wasn’t as if Lex did these things on purpose really—he was taught, raised on these ethics of his father and to Clark, he needed correction. Once they made their way indoors he followed the other to a smashingly large kitchen. He’d seen it a thousand times after becoming Lex Luthor’s official produce delivery boy, but it still shocked him every time he entered it. He recalled the one incident he had come in with a load of vegetables and the chefs were running rampant speaking in what Clark assumed to have been, French. He didn’t rightly know what they were going on about at the time, but Lex had later told him about Lionel’s dinner party and everything had to be perfect, etc. Clark had felt like he was in the way, but now it was late, the staff had called it a night and the two stood in the kitchen alone. When Lex pulled out his blue bottle of water and a bowl of fruit the boy watched with a mild interest. He wasn’t exactly hungry, but he was uncertain, mulling over how he could go about approaching the other. Finally he placed himself carefully on a stool and leaned into the island bar.

“Lex,” his voice took on a hint of seriousness. “I know what we do, what we share isn’t something we can talk about to everyone—well to anyone, but I really don’t like making excuses to my parents, especially ones that aren’t true.” He already made untrue excuses to everyone else in this world about everything else, but he wanted something honest in his life, some upholding and unbreakable.

The kitchen felt oddly silently for a minute as Lex ate a couple more pieces of fruit before speaking, he needed something in his stomach before he responded in typical ass-hat fashion, as he had been known to oh so often do. It was a bit of an awkward silence for a not so awkward moment. Lex had assumed it was coming from the moment the other had bore into him with those vibrant blue hues. Lex closed his eyes and shook his head letting out a sigh, he needed the right words to say, but none of them seemed to be right, for a man so articulate as Lex Luthor it was oh so embarrassing when the younger male seemed to steal his words right from him. He started simply then with the three words that needed to be said first.

“I’m sorry Clark.” He stated shaking his head. God’s he hated the effect that Clark Kent had over him sometimes, in a round about way it pissed him off. Whenever the younger male was around Lex turned into an absolute pansy, which was completely out of character for the other male. He shifted a but and stared at his water bottle finding it suddenly oh so interesting the funny thing about Lex was he had never been reprimanded for most of his actions, while Lex hated to admit it, he wasn’t going to deny that growing up he had been a bit spoiled. However it was a double edged sword, Lex got away with most anything that involved lying, cheating, and beating your way to the top. So the feeling was a bit odd to him, and had it been anyone other then Clark Kent they would have been met with a very angry Lex Luthor, instead Clark was met with an unsure and nervous one, which may have been scarier then the angry Lex. “I ask a lot of you, and sometimes I forget that you and I come from two completely moral high grounds.” Lex was pretty sure he didn’t even HAVE a moral high ground, but that was beside the point. It was his turn to lean against the counter crossing his arms in thought. He had no right response to the first bit of the other males statement, they couldn’t tell anyone, and that truly upset Lex. Finally Lex felt like he had found someone he could trust, he could confide in and he couldn’t even share it. He let out a bit of a sigh as he lost most of the ability to form words currently. He waited for the other to respond, having a feeling there was more the boy had to tell him and Lex was all for listening, he wanted this thing he had between him and Clark to work, and work well.

Martha Kent would be able to rest a bit easier tonight considering she knew where her son was, but the man she called her husband tossed and turned in a fidgety tantrum before reaching over to his nightstand and clicking on his lamp. There was an exchange and on his part he had been less than understanding to the concept of Clark staying over at the Luthor manor while Martha soothed the inferno called Jonathan Kent. She made every effort to remind him of the time of day it had been, and Clark’s initial promise to be home in order to do his chores. Chances are all this worrying would keep Jonathan up for far too long and both he and Clark would be exhausted when the farm’s tasks were being fulfilled. She coaxed the man back to bed with her caressing him into a slumber while she considered a new found realization. Clark had been spending an awful lot of time with the youngest Luthor and while she found it to be a good influence on the man in creating his chance to outshine his father, she’d taken note of Clark’s uncanny attachment to the man. There was no connection to the reality of what was going on between both her son and Lionel’s offspring, but there was a mild suspicion, perhaps a wonderment. Elsewhere in a Luthor kitchen, Clark observed Lex, waiting for the man to respond to his words of hurt. He could tell Lex felt bad for something, but he wanted to make sure that he knew what exactly he should be tucking his tail for. The apology was met with silence and a pair of crossing arms. The boy couldn’t stay mad at Lex for very much longer, but he was working with what he had now and trying to make the best of it. “Lex, we lied to my parents. You weren’t broke down. I came out to see you, we did some things, and then because of that, you worried about if I could drive or not—does any of this sound right to you?” His voice took on a hint of desperation. “I’m sneaking around to see you, and then I’m…” He shook his head, dropped his arms and his gaze drifted into space, perhaps looking for that distant home he knew nothing about. “..I dunno. I feel bad, but I don’t want to lose you at the same time. I guess I want my cake and to eat it too. But no one ever really gets that do they?” Now was when Clark need reassurance, but he wasn’t necessarily looking for it either. He wanted understanding, forgiveness, and a chance to reveal everything about himself to the entirety of the world!

Lex turned to face away from the male now, only because he felt words bubbling up inside him that he truly didn’t want to say to the other, and if not saying them meant turning away. He took a moment to gather himself before turning towards the other once more. “I know we lied to your parents Clark, but think for a minute if you told them the truth what would happen?” He said his face hardening a bit, he didn’t want to assume that he was completely justified in what he had lied about, but at the same time he was frustrated about the fact that the other didn’t seem to understand. He ran a hand across the skin of his head in thought and shook his head once more. “Listen Clark, if I could, I’d tell the whole world, about you and I. About what you mean to me, and what I would be willing to do for you, but at the same time Clark, you know as well as I do that I can’t. If anyone were to find out about us. He wanted the other to have his cake and eat it too, he wanted to give the boy everything, and yet at the same time he felt like he couldn’t do a damn thing for the other. He felt like he should go over and comfort the other and let him know that he was truly sorry, but Lex was in trouble, and Lex understood why and knew that right now he should let the other have his space. He sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Listen Clark, sometimes there’s good reason for lying, I understand how you feel about it, and to be honest I really wish I shared the same moral sense you had. But I don’t do it because I enjoy it, oh no far from it. But Clark I do it, to protect us.” He said, it sounded horribly lame all out in the open, it sounded much better in his head. But he said it anyway, feeling like it was better then just rolling over to the other, though he sort of thought he should roll over and let himself be chewed out by the other, but a small part of him couldn’t roll over. Not just yet.

One thing Clark was had been gullible. If Lex said that things were the way there were because of how they were, then Clark would let his heart, soul, and mind believe it. And if Lex did what he did to protect Clark, then far be it from the farmboy to lecture the other on how he did things. One thing the boy couldn’t comprehend was the mind of Lex Luthor. He could bring himself to even try and understand Lionel’s mold of what he would call a semi-successful offspring. Instead of attempting to understand, Clark would simply take the man’s word for it. He pulled away from the counter and stalked over toward the other, placing himself in Lex’s line of sight purposefully. “I know you want what’s best for me—for us, but because we can’t have everything other people in an open relationship can, you’re going to have to expect to have these uncomfortable moments. I’m sorry for wanting so much,” he leaned downward some, leveling himself with the Luthor. “I feel like I’m being greedy. Or that I want too much out of us, and I’m sorry.” He took Lex into his arms. It was like scolding an angry puppy, save for the gracefulness Lex inevitably had. Clark couldn’t stay made at the man for very long at all.

“It doesn’t really matter now though..” He chimed with a mild squeak in the back of his throat. One would think Clark was hitting puberty, when rather he was just a bundle of unhinged nerves. “We’re here. Now. And you look famished. Is that bowl of fruit really going to work for you? I could whip you up a sandwich.” Clark wandered over to the fridge, giving Lex an almost motherly look over his shoulder. He was his mother’s son, adopted or not.

“Let’s see,” he said prying the massive chrome door open. “You’ve got all kinds of meat in here. The question is, which is which. Ah wait.” He pulled a delicately wrapped package from one of the shelves and held it up. “This one’s ham.” In light of everything that had transpired, Clark felt miserable for getting onto Lex for doing what he only knew how to do. It’s like teaching a dog from birth how to fetch and then suddenly scolding it for chasing a run away ball of yarn.

The other let his shoulders fall a bit, he still felt bad. In all honesty the other was right in a lot of ways, and in an odd sort of way it pissed the other off, but not in a way where he was actually going to be miffed about it.

“I’m always trying to look out for you Clark, you mean the world to me.” That was not a lie, in any way shape or form. “Unfortantly, I understand that, about not living up to who you truly are Clark, but I’ll tell you one thing Clark that’s not a lie. Either way, I love you Clark, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He watched the other as he moved about the kitchen as though he had been there a million times before. Lex liked this, he liked it a lot. Clark was so homey, like a perfect little house wife, it was a shame he wasn’t a woman, he’d make a great mother. Though Lex played that off to his upbringing and as the other moved over towards him he smiled.

“Don’t worry Clark, I promise, I wont ever put you in that position ever again.” He wrapped his arms around the others waist bringing him towards the other and placed a tender kiss on the others lips. Just before the other disappeared from his arms to make the other a sandwich. Lex laughed a little, honestly he was fine with the fruit, but the other seemed to be on a mission now and he wasn’t going to deny the other from it. “Ham sounds good, but you had better make yourself something also, I won’t have you starving to death just because you choose to fix me up something. He walked over towards a cabinet and pulled out a couple of plates. It was times like this Lex wished he wasn’t so rich, what he wouldn’t give for a simple paper plate. But that was beside the point for right now.