New Fic: "I can wait", CLex, NC-17
Title: „I can wait“
Author: Bev *too*
Beta: Twinsarein, thank's, dear.
Wave/Prompt: 32 / No. 24 „Till you love me“
Summary: Lex can wait until Clark finally loves him. Though waiting isn't always that easy.
Rating: NC-17 (but just at the end)
A/N: Wow, this is the first time I actually wrote two stories for a wave. But the prompts were so wonderful that I just couldn't resist. I hope you enjoy my second story.
„... and I love her so much it hurts.“
Clark gazed at Lex like a wounded puppy that wanted to be cuddled and petted and told everything was going to be alright again, and Lex sighed. How often had he heard that statement, although in different variations? 'Oh Lex, I love Lana so much.' 'Oh Lex, why doesn't she love me the way I love her?' 'Lex, what can I do to make her love me?' He was *so* sick of it.
„I understand you, Clark,“ he said out loud. Oh boy did he understand. He was at the receiving end of those emotions, too, after all. „But what do you want me to do?“
'Wanna have my car?' he asked silently. 'My money? My cock? My … oh no … not going there.'
„You have so much experience,“ Clark said now, blushing a little. Oh yeah, Lex *really* enjoyed being called a slut. „So I thought you might have some … tips for me.“
„Tips?“
„Suggestions, maybe. Something I can do that might help me win her?“
Lex was severly tempted to bang his head against a wall. Or his desk. Or maybe bang Lana's head against the desk. Yes, that might be a nice change. „Clark, I … I really don't know what to say. I don't know what you want from me.“
A deep sigh was the only answer he got. Then a quiet murmured, „Neither do I. I just thought … you always have such beautiful women on your arm when you date.“
'Who almost always either want to kill me, or at least disembowl me. Or simply want my money.' As usual he said nothing he really wanted to. Instead, he just listened.
„So I thought you could tell me what you … you know … *do* to those women to make them love you.“
'Wave my money around, be a hard-ass, a mean sonofabitch … women seem to like that,' he thought, cleared his throat, and answered, „Just be yourself, Clark. If she's worth your attention she‘ll see what‘s right in front of her.“
'Just like I do.'
Clark left half an hour later, and Lex watched him leave. One day, he swore to himself, one day you *will* see what I can offer you. One day you‘ll come to me because you‘ll finally acknowledge your feelings for *me*. Until then I can wait.
Lex spent the night in Metropolis, with a young man kneeling between his spread legs, trying his best to suck Lex's brain out through his dick. The young man had black hair and green eyes, and Lex shoved him away the moment he had come. Without any further ado, he tucked himself in and left.
~*~
Lex Luthor cursed the day he ever introduced Oliver ‚Fucking‘ Queen to Clark ‚Innocent Farmboy‘ Kent. Within a few days, Oliver had managed to get from 'I just met you' to 'BFF'. And this pissed Lex off to no end.
„... and so I said, sure, why not? What do you think?“
Lex looked back, realizing belatedly that Clark had been speaking to him for the last several minutes. But he‘d tuned out, and had walked over to the window after he'd heard the name Ollie one too many times. Which meant that right now … Lex had absolutely no clue what Clark was asking him about.
„What?“ he asked, ignoring Clark's wounded look.
„I said, Ollie wants to take me to the Theater this weekend and I thought about renting a tuxedo. I wanted to know your opinion. Do you think a tux would be overdressed? Would my suit be okay instead?“
Clark in a tuxedo? Wow. The thought alone made him shiver. In a very, very good way. But then he thought of Clark in a tux. In Metropolis. With Oliver Queen at his side. And decided that the vultures of Metropolis shouldn't be allowed to see such a stunning beauty. He turned away from the window.The young man had the puppydog look on his face that caused Lex to cave in each and every time. With a sigh he sat down behind his desk, and shuffled some papers.
„Your suit should be just fine, Clark,“ he said after a few moments. He didn't have to look up to know that there was a happy expression on Clark's face. Still, he startled a bit when the young man jumped up, and clapped his hands together.
„Thank you, Lex. I don't know what I'd do without you.“
And with that he was gone. Lex blinked at the spot where only seconds ago Clark had been. Then he let his head drop down onto his desk. It met the desk with a dull sound. And somehow it felt good.
~*~
The pictures he saw the next morning on the front page of about a dozen newspapers hurt like hell. Clark, smiling, blushing, beautiful Clark at the side of a smirking Oliver Queen who had his arm around Clark's waist.
As if he had a right to touch.
Did he?
As long as Lex could remember, Clark had always talked about women. Lana. Chloe. Even that girl he'd taken to Metropolis that one time … what was her name? Jennie? No, Jessie. Right, Jessie.
Never before had Clark shown any interest in batting for the home team. And he would know, wouldn't he? Wouldn't he have guessed? Or at least … felt something?
Apparently not.
He cast one last glance at the pictures of a smiling Clark before he threw all his papers in the trash.
Two hours later, he picked them out again, cut Oliver neatly out of every picture and kept only those of Clark, smiling and beautiful, in a world that wasn't his.
Maybe one day, he could show Clark this world. But then it would be with Lex at his side. Like it should be.
~*~
Seeing Clark bouncing with happiness was something Lex hadn’t known he‘d missed until Clark entered his office that way. The grin on his face was so wide that Lex was actually afraid the young man might hurt himself.
„Guess what?“ he yelled excitedly.
„What?“ Lex asked back without looking up from his files.
„I got a date!“
The pencil broke in his hand.
„A date?“
Beaming, blinding smile. „Yep, a date.“
Lex threw the broken pencil in the trash, and took a new one. „With Oliver?“
Clark frowned. „What? No! How … why would you think something like that? I'm not … no, Oliver is just a good friend.“
I'm not gay, he'd wanted to say. Lex was absolutely sure of it. And in a way he was relieved. Relieved because now he knew that Oliver would never get his hands on Clark.
But, on the other hand, it also meant that Clark was off limits for himtoo.
Lex sighed. Well, he couldn't have everything, right?
„So, what do you want from me, Clark?“
Clark strolled closer, sat down on one corner of Lex's desk, and played with the broken pencil. „Advice, Lex. I need your advice. Dressing-wise.“
Lex's eyes slid over jean-clad thighs, a chest covered by a blue shirt, up to wind-tousled dark hair. Nothing wrong with Clark as far as Lex was concerned. But he wasn't. Concerned that is. So maybe he wanted to take his new girl out for a night in the town. Like he did with Jessie.
„Which club will you go to?“ he asked finally. Maybe he could show up there later. Purely by accident of course.
„The Metropolis' Soul.“
Another pencil followed the path of the first. A clean break. The Soul. The Soul?
„The Soul?“ Lex had to ask. Had to make sure he did indeed heard right.
„Yes. Why?“
Because The Soul was Metropolis' most famous - and most expensive - gay club. Something that had apparently somehow seemed to have slipped Clark's notice. So of course it was Lex's duty to set his friend straight.
So to speak. Which he did.
The casual, „I know,“ he got for an answer was certainly not what he had expected.
O-kay. „So … then … if you know, why do you want to take your date there?“
Clark shrugged. „Jeff said it's a nice place.“
„Jeff?“
Clear green eyes looked up, gazing steadily, almost a little challenging into his. „Jeff. My date.“
Of course. His date. His male date. His male date who took him to Metropolis's finest gay club. Lex felt the urge to bang his head against a very hard surface. Again. This was becoming a habit.
„Lex? You okay?“
Oh hell, no. He wasn't even in the same country as okay. „Sure. Why are you asking?“
Clark simply looked down at Lex's hands, and, with an apologetic smile, Lex dropped the remnants of the pencil. He had broken it into several pieces.
„Are you … do you ...“ Clark sounded suddenly very shy. Terribly insecure. „Do you mind my date being a man?“
Oh great. Now Clark seemed to assume that Lex was a homophobic asshole, when in reality he wanted nothing more than to bend the younger man over the next flat surfaced and ravage him. Quickly, he got up, walked over to Clark, and put his hands on his shoulders, for a moment revelling in the warmth and the strength of the other man's body. „Of course not, Clark. I'm glad you found someone you can trust.“
Bullshit! He wanted nothing more than to get a hold on this Jeff and make sure that nobody would ever find the body.
And he sure as hell would be at The Soul tonight.
~*~
A warm hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to spin around, and look into the eyes of Oliver Queen.
„Hey, Ollie,“ Clark greeted happily. He was glad to see his friend here for his date, Jeff, had gone AWOL over an hour ago. The arm settled heavily on his shoulder, a solid, comforting weight.
„Why the long face?“ The music was blazingly loud, and Oliver had to put his mouth close to Clark's ear. The younger man shuddered when he felt the hot breath. Oliver looked around, apparently searching for someone before leaning close again. „And where is your date?“
„Wish I knew,“ Clark mumbled into his drink.
Oliver raised his head, searching until he seemed to find what - or better who - he was looking for, and said, „Ah, there he is.“
Clark raised his head, too, but Jeff was nowhere to be seen. „Very funny, Ollie,“ he said, slightly angry. „No need to mock me. I know that I'm pathetic. We were here less than an hour when he suddenly took off.“
Oliver simply looked at him funny, and a little stressed, Clark asked, „What?“
„Just wondering what the hell you're talking about. He's standing right there, Clark!“ He pointed toward the end of the bar. Clark straigthend up again, and looked more closely over the heads of those around him. But all he could see was Lex's bald head - and what the hell was he doing here anyway? - but not the black curls of Jeff.
„I don't see him,“ he answered, slouching down again. Once more Oliver turned around, and back to Clark.
„Do I have to worry about your eyesight, too, Kent, along with your fashion sense?“
Clark made a face at him, tempted to stick his tongue out like a petulant little child. „All I see is Lex.“
Oliver made a Duh-face. And when Clark sent that face right back at him, he threw his hands up in the air. „Who else were you looking for, Clark?“
„My date,“ Clark said very slowly as if he was talking to a mentally disabled. „And last time I checked, my date was *not* Lex Luthor.“
„It wasn't?“ Now Oliver seemed to be really confused. „And I always thought the reason you brushed me off was that he was jealous.“
„I … what? What did I?“ Clark sputtered.
„Clark, I've been flirting with you ever since I met you. But you never responded … you always talked about Lex this and Lex that. So when you told me you had a date - a serious date, which hurt me by the way, because I always thought all our dates were serious - I assumed that Lex had finally gotten around to asking you out.“
For a moment Clark was simply speechless. Oliver really thought that he? And Lex? And God, didn't he wish it was true? But it wasn't. He took a deep breath, and led Oliver a bit to the side.
„Ollie, Lex and me … there never was anything. And there never will be anything. Lex is straight. As straight as they come! And I … well, I'm not. I … God, I'm an idiot. Jeff asked me out. No pussyfooting around it. We met, he said he liked me, and he asked me out. Lex … he never did something like that.“
„No, he didn't,“ Oliver acknowledged. „He did other things for you. Helped you when you needed it. Was always there for you when you had no one else to talk to. Lent you his Ferrari when you wanted to impress some girl.“
Clark's eyes grew wide, and Oliver snickered. „Oh yeah, he told me. But some I know from Chloe.“
„Chloe?“
Oliver nodded. „Chloe. She also thinks that you should finally make a move on Lex. She's getting tired of all this dancing around you two do.“
„Oliver, are you seriously trying to tell me that Lex Luthor might be … could be … ?“
„... in love with you?“ Oliver provided helpfully, and with an almost unnaturally broad grin, „Exactly.“
Clark searched for Lex's gaze again, locked with his, and suddenly it was there for him to see. Had been there all the time, and just as suddenly Clark felt like the biggest fool ever.
~*~
He knew that they were talking about him.
Knew it because his skin prickled. And if he'd still had hair, he was sure that it would be standing up. He'd spotted Clark and Oliver in their corner on the other side of the bar the moment his childhood friend had stepped up to his farmboy. Had touched him. He'd gritted his teeth, and it took all of his willpower not to crush his glass in his hands.
He shook his head at the bartender's question about another drink. He let his gaze drift through the club. For a few seconds he closed his eyes, took in his surroundings through the noise, the smell, the voices, and suddenly he got the feeling of being watched. He looked back to Clark, and found himself under the younger man's intense gaze.
He didn't dare to move. Didn't dare as much as breathe when he saw Clark putting down his glass, and walking closer. He pushed his way through the dancing masses, shoved half-naked people out of his way, until he finally - finally - stood in front of Lex.
For a long moment nobody spoke. Then Clark bowed down a bit, and said directly into Lex's ear, „Why didn't you say something?“
Oh hell, yeah. Because it was so easy, right? Everybody walked up to his *male* best friend to declare his love on a daily basis. But before he could find the right words to form the answer, Clark's lips pressed softly against his. It was the mere thought of a kiss, sweet and fleeting, and gone so quick that Lex wasn't quite sure it hadn't been simply a figment of his imagination. Then Clark moved closer, wound his arms around Lex and pulled him flush against him.
A sudden burst of arousal flooded Lex's senses when he felt the hard length of Clark's cock press tightly against his. And involuntarily he moaned.
„God, yes,“ Clark hissed, between two kisses, „let me hear you.“
Lex wondered how Clark could hear *any*thing, for the noise in the club had reached an almost deafening level. But he didn't care. He would do anything Clark asked of him. He lost all track of time, standing in the middle of the smokey club, getting kissed by Clark Kent. It took him a while to realize that the kisses were anything but clumsy and virginal. No. Clark's kisses were experienced, almost masterful. And he got jealous of all those men and women that Clark had kissed to gather this experience. He broke the kiss, grabbed Clark's hand, and growled, „Let's get out of here.“
Clark followed willingly.
~*~
Several hours later, Clark lay in Lex's bed, with the older man's body still draped around him, feeling as satisfied and happy as never before.
He hissed softly when he felt Lex slowly slide out of him, and the soft trickle of cum leaking from his ass. It was a strange feeling. One he might never get used to. It felt filthy. And weird. And good. And amazing. And Clark wanted to feel it again and again and again.
„A penny for your thoughts,“ Lex murmured behind him, kissing his shoulder.
„Why didn't you ever say something?“ Clark asked, without opening his eyes or turning around, repeating his question from earlier.
„Hi, Clark. How are you today?“ Lex began in a casual tone. Clark frowned, but before he could turn around, Lex continued. „I'm fine, thank's for asking. How about meeting tonight? We could have something to eat, and afterwards we can go to my bedroom where I‘ll fuck your brains out. Think your parents would let you stay overnight?“ A snort followed. „Yeah, I can see how well that would have gone.“
Clark winced slightly. Yes, Lex was right. That would have been a little too much. He snuggled closer to Lex, ignoring the wet spots.
„What about you?“ Lex asked softly after a few minutes silence.
„What about me?“ Clark asked back, enjoying the tender stroking of Lex's fingertips over his skin.
„What made you change your mind?“
With a sigh, Clark rolled over and opened his eyes. „Ollie,“ he said, and Lex gritted his teeth. „We met at the club, and he simply presumed that I was there with you.“
Clark laughed softly. „He couldn't believe that I wasn't. And then I looked at you, and … I don't know. Suddenly everything fell into place. I … Lex, do we have to talk about that now?“
Clark knew that he whined a little, but right now he *so* didn't care. Lex kissed him softly. „No, we don't,“ he murmured against Clark's mouth. Another kiss followed, and then Lex lay down again, pulling Clark even closer though that hardly seemed possible.
Clark could feel sleep tug at him, and with a smile he closed his eyes again, listening to Lex's heartbeat, the even in and out of his breath.
„I waited,“ Lex whispered after a while, and Clark opened his eyes again, staring into the darkness of Lex's bedroom. He could feel that Lex didn't expect an answer, probably thought him asleep, so he remained quiet and simply listened. „It nearly broke my heart to see you with all those other people. Lana. Chloe. Jessie. Oliver. And it was me who loved you so much. So I waited. Waited for the day you would finally love me back.“ A soft kiss to his shoulderblade. „I'm so happy you do now, Clark.“
Clark turned around, and took Lex in his arms, startling the older man slightly. „I do,“ he whispered. „I love you, Lex.“
Lex didn't answer. He just kissed every patch of skin he could reach until - entangled with each other - they finally fell asleep.
The End
Author: Bev *too*
Beta: Twinsarein, thank's, dear.
Wave/Prompt: 32 / No. 24 „Till you love me“
Summary: Lex can wait until Clark finally loves him. Though waiting isn't always that easy.
Rating: NC-17 (but just at the end)
A/N: Wow, this is the first time I actually wrote two stories for a wave. But the prompts were so wonderful that I just couldn't resist. I hope you enjoy my second story.
„... and I love her so much it hurts.“
Clark gazed at Lex like a wounded puppy that wanted to be cuddled and petted and told everything was going to be alright again, and Lex sighed. How often had he heard that statement, although in different variations? 'Oh Lex, I love Lana so much.' 'Oh Lex, why doesn't she love me the way I love her?' 'Lex, what can I do to make her love me?' He was *so* sick of it.
„I understand you, Clark,“ he said out loud. Oh boy did he understand. He was at the receiving end of those emotions, too, after all. „But what do you want me to do?“
'Wanna have my car?' he asked silently. 'My money? My cock? My … oh no … not going there.'
„You have so much experience,“ Clark said now, blushing a little. Oh yeah, Lex *really* enjoyed being called a slut. „So I thought you might have some … tips for me.“
„Tips?“
„Suggestions, maybe. Something I can do that might help me win her?“
Lex was severly tempted to bang his head against a wall. Or his desk. Or maybe bang Lana's head against the desk. Yes, that might be a nice change. „Clark, I … I really don't know what to say. I don't know what you want from me.“
A deep sigh was the only answer he got. Then a quiet murmured, „Neither do I. I just thought … you always have such beautiful women on your arm when you date.“
'Who almost always either want to kill me, or at least disembowl me. Or simply want my money.' As usual he said nothing he really wanted to. Instead, he just listened.
„So I thought you could tell me what you … you know … *do* to those women to make them love you.“
'Wave my money around, be a hard-ass, a mean sonofabitch … women seem to like that,' he thought, cleared his throat, and answered, „Just be yourself, Clark. If she's worth your attention she‘ll see what‘s right in front of her.“
'Just like I do.'
Clark left half an hour later, and Lex watched him leave. One day, he swore to himself, one day you *will* see what I can offer you. One day you‘ll come to me because you‘ll finally acknowledge your feelings for *me*. Until then I can wait.
Lex spent the night in Metropolis, with a young man kneeling between his spread legs, trying his best to suck Lex's brain out through his dick. The young man had black hair and green eyes, and Lex shoved him away the moment he had come. Without any further ado, he tucked himself in and left.
~*~
Lex Luthor cursed the day he ever introduced Oliver ‚Fucking‘ Queen to Clark ‚Innocent Farmboy‘ Kent. Within a few days, Oliver had managed to get from 'I just met you' to 'BFF'. And this pissed Lex off to no end.
„... and so I said, sure, why not? What do you think?“
Lex looked back, realizing belatedly that Clark had been speaking to him for the last several minutes. But he‘d tuned out, and had walked over to the window after he'd heard the name Ollie one too many times. Which meant that right now … Lex had absolutely no clue what Clark was asking him about.
„What?“ he asked, ignoring Clark's wounded look.
„I said, Ollie wants to take me to the Theater this weekend and I thought about renting a tuxedo. I wanted to know your opinion. Do you think a tux would be overdressed? Would my suit be okay instead?“
Clark in a tuxedo? Wow. The thought alone made him shiver. In a very, very good way. But then he thought of Clark in a tux. In Metropolis. With Oliver Queen at his side. And decided that the vultures of Metropolis shouldn't be allowed to see such a stunning beauty. He turned away from the window.The young man had the puppydog look on his face that caused Lex to cave in each and every time. With a sigh he sat down behind his desk, and shuffled some papers.
„Your suit should be just fine, Clark,“ he said after a few moments. He didn't have to look up to know that there was a happy expression on Clark's face. Still, he startled a bit when the young man jumped up, and clapped his hands together.
„Thank you, Lex. I don't know what I'd do without you.“
And with that he was gone. Lex blinked at the spot where only seconds ago Clark had been. Then he let his head drop down onto his desk. It met the desk with a dull sound. And somehow it felt good.
~*~
The pictures he saw the next morning on the front page of about a dozen newspapers hurt like hell. Clark, smiling, blushing, beautiful Clark at the side of a smirking Oliver Queen who had his arm around Clark's waist.
As if he had a right to touch.
Did he?
As long as Lex could remember, Clark had always talked about women. Lana. Chloe. Even that girl he'd taken to Metropolis that one time … what was her name? Jennie? No, Jessie. Right, Jessie.
Never before had Clark shown any interest in batting for the home team. And he would know, wouldn't he? Wouldn't he have guessed? Or at least … felt something?
Apparently not.
He cast one last glance at the pictures of a smiling Clark before he threw all his papers in the trash.
Two hours later, he picked them out again, cut Oliver neatly out of every picture and kept only those of Clark, smiling and beautiful, in a world that wasn't his.
Maybe one day, he could show Clark this world. But then it would be with Lex at his side. Like it should be.
~*~
Seeing Clark bouncing with happiness was something Lex hadn’t known he‘d missed until Clark entered his office that way. The grin on his face was so wide that Lex was actually afraid the young man might hurt himself.
„Guess what?“ he yelled excitedly.
„What?“ Lex asked back without looking up from his files.
„I got a date!“
The pencil broke in his hand.
„A date?“
Beaming, blinding smile. „Yep, a date.“
Lex threw the broken pencil in the trash, and took a new one. „With Oliver?“
Clark frowned. „What? No! How … why would you think something like that? I'm not … no, Oliver is just a good friend.“
I'm not gay, he'd wanted to say. Lex was absolutely sure of it. And in a way he was relieved. Relieved because now he knew that Oliver would never get his hands on Clark.
But, on the other hand, it also meant that Clark was off limits for himtoo.
Lex sighed. Well, he couldn't have everything, right?
„So, what do you want from me, Clark?“
Clark strolled closer, sat down on one corner of Lex's desk, and played with the broken pencil. „Advice, Lex. I need your advice. Dressing-wise.“
Lex's eyes slid over jean-clad thighs, a chest covered by a blue shirt, up to wind-tousled dark hair. Nothing wrong with Clark as far as Lex was concerned. But he wasn't. Concerned that is. So maybe he wanted to take his new girl out for a night in the town. Like he did with Jessie.
„Which club will you go to?“ he asked finally. Maybe he could show up there later. Purely by accident of course.
„The Metropolis' Soul.“
Another pencil followed the path of the first. A clean break. The Soul. The Soul?
„The Soul?“ Lex had to ask. Had to make sure he did indeed heard right.
„Yes. Why?“
Because The Soul was Metropolis' most famous - and most expensive - gay club. Something that had apparently somehow seemed to have slipped Clark's notice. So of course it was Lex's duty to set his friend straight.
So to speak. Which he did.
The casual, „I know,“ he got for an answer was certainly not what he had expected.
O-kay. „So … then … if you know, why do you want to take your date there?“
Clark shrugged. „Jeff said it's a nice place.“
„Jeff?“
Clear green eyes looked up, gazing steadily, almost a little challenging into his. „Jeff. My date.“
Of course. His date. His male date. His male date who took him to Metropolis's finest gay club. Lex felt the urge to bang his head against a very hard surface. Again. This was becoming a habit.
„Lex? You okay?“
Oh hell, no. He wasn't even in the same country as okay. „Sure. Why are you asking?“
Clark simply looked down at Lex's hands, and, with an apologetic smile, Lex dropped the remnants of the pencil. He had broken it into several pieces.
„Are you … do you ...“ Clark sounded suddenly very shy. Terribly insecure. „Do you mind my date being a man?“
Oh great. Now Clark seemed to assume that Lex was a homophobic asshole, when in reality he wanted nothing more than to bend the younger man over the next flat surfaced and ravage him. Quickly, he got up, walked over to Clark, and put his hands on his shoulders, for a moment revelling in the warmth and the strength of the other man's body. „Of course not, Clark. I'm glad you found someone you can trust.“
Bullshit! He wanted nothing more than to get a hold on this Jeff and make sure that nobody would ever find the body.
And he sure as hell would be at The Soul tonight.
~*~
A warm hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to spin around, and look into the eyes of Oliver Queen.
„Hey, Ollie,“ Clark greeted happily. He was glad to see his friend here for his date, Jeff, had gone AWOL over an hour ago. The arm settled heavily on his shoulder, a solid, comforting weight.
„Why the long face?“ The music was blazingly loud, and Oliver had to put his mouth close to Clark's ear. The younger man shuddered when he felt the hot breath. Oliver looked around, apparently searching for someone before leaning close again. „And where is your date?“
„Wish I knew,“ Clark mumbled into his drink.
Oliver raised his head, searching until he seemed to find what - or better who - he was looking for, and said, „Ah, there he is.“
Clark raised his head, too, but Jeff was nowhere to be seen. „Very funny, Ollie,“ he said, slightly angry. „No need to mock me. I know that I'm pathetic. We were here less than an hour when he suddenly took off.“
Oliver simply looked at him funny, and a little stressed, Clark asked, „What?“
„Just wondering what the hell you're talking about. He's standing right there, Clark!“ He pointed toward the end of the bar. Clark straigthend up again, and looked more closely over the heads of those around him. But all he could see was Lex's bald head - and what the hell was he doing here anyway? - but not the black curls of Jeff.
„I don't see him,“ he answered, slouching down again. Once more Oliver turned around, and back to Clark.
„Do I have to worry about your eyesight, too, Kent, along with your fashion sense?“
Clark made a face at him, tempted to stick his tongue out like a petulant little child. „All I see is Lex.“
Oliver made a Duh-face. And when Clark sent that face right back at him, he threw his hands up in the air. „Who else were you looking for, Clark?“
„My date,“ Clark said very slowly as if he was talking to a mentally disabled. „And last time I checked, my date was *not* Lex Luthor.“
„It wasn't?“ Now Oliver seemed to be really confused. „And I always thought the reason you brushed me off was that he was jealous.“
„I … what? What did I?“ Clark sputtered.
„Clark, I've been flirting with you ever since I met you. But you never responded … you always talked about Lex this and Lex that. So when you told me you had a date - a serious date, which hurt me by the way, because I always thought all our dates were serious - I assumed that Lex had finally gotten around to asking you out.“
For a moment Clark was simply speechless. Oliver really thought that he? And Lex? And God, didn't he wish it was true? But it wasn't. He took a deep breath, and led Oliver a bit to the side.
„Ollie, Lex and me … there never was anything. And there never will be anything. Lex is straight. As straight as they come! And I … well, I'm not. I … God, I'm an idiot. Jeff asked me out. No pussyfooting around it. We met, he said he liked me, and he asked me out. Lex … he never did something like that.“
„No, he didn't,“ Oliver acknowledged. „He did other things for you. Helped you when you needed it. Was always there for you when you had no one else to talk to. Lent you his Ferrari when you wanted to impress some girl.“
Clark's eyes grew wide, and Oliver snickered. „Oh yeah, he told me. But some I know from Chloe.“
„Chloe?“
Oliver nodded. „Chloe. She also thinks that you should finally make a move on Lex. She's getting tired of all this dancing around you two do.“
„Oliver, are you seriously trying to tell me that Lex Luthor might be … could be … ?“
„... in love with you?“ Oliver provided helpfully, and with an almost unnaturally broad grin, „Exactly.“
Clark searched for Lex's gaze again, locked with his, and suddenly it was there for him to see. Had been there all the time, and just as suddenly Clark felt like the biggest fool ever.
~*~
He knew that they were talking about him.
Knew it because his skin prickled. And if he'd still had hair, he was sure that it would be standing up. He'd spotted Clark and Oliver in their corner on the other side of the bar the moment his childhood friend had stepped up to his farmboy. Had touched him. He'd gritted his teeth, and it took all of his willpower not to crush his glass in his hands.
He shook his head at the bartender's question about another drink. He let his gaze drift through the club. For a few seconds he closed his eyes, took in his surroundings through the noise, the smell, the voices, and suddenly he got the feeling of being watched. He looked back to Clark, and found himself under the younger man's intense gaze.
He didn't dare to move. Didn't dare as much as breathe when he saw Clark putting down his glass, and walking closer. He pushed his way through the dancing masses, shoved half-naked people out of his way, until he finally - finally - stood in front of Lex.
For a long moment nobody spoke. Then Clark bowed down a bit, and said directly into Lex's ear, „Why didn't you say something?“
Oh hell, yeah. Because it was so easy, right? Everybody walked up to his *male* best friend to declare his love on a daily basis. But before he could find the right words to form the answer, Clark's lips pressed softly against his. It was the mere thought of a kiss, sweet and fleeting, and gone so quick that Lex wasn't quite sure it hadn't been simply a figment of his imagination. Then Clark moved closer, wound his arms around Lex and pulled him flush against him.
A sudden burst of arousal flooded Lex's senses when he felt the hard length of Clark's cock press tightly against his. And involuntarily he moaned.
„God, yes,“ Clark hissed, between two kisses, „let me hear you.“
Lex wondered how Clark could hear *any*thing, for the noise in the club had reached an almost deafening level. But he didn't care. He would do anything Clark asked of him. He lost all track of time, standing in the middle of the smokey club, getting kissed by Clark Kent. It took him a while to realize that the kisses were anything but clumsy and virginal. No. Clark's kisses were experienced, almost masterful. And he got jealous of all those men and women that Clark had kissed to gather this experience. He broke the kiss, grabbed Clark's hand, and growled, „Let's get out of here.“
Clark followed willingly.
~*~
Several hours later, Clark lay in Lex's bed, with the older man's body still draped around him, feeling as satisfied and happy as never before.
He hissed softly when he felt Lex slowly slide out of him, and the soft trickle of cum leaking from his ass. It was a strange feeling. One he might never get used to. It felt filthy. And weird. And good. And amazing. And Clark wanted to feel it again and again and again.
„A penny for your thoughts,“ Lex murmured behind him, kissing his shoulder.
„Why didn't you ever say something?“ Clark asked, without opening his eyes or turning around, repeating his question from earlier.
„Hi, Clark. How are you today?“ Lex began in a casual tone. Clark frowned, but before he could turn around, Lex continued. „I'm fine, thank's for asking. How about meeting tonight? We could have something to eat, and afterwards we can go to my bedroom where I‘ll fuck your brains out. Think your parents would let you stay overnight?“ A snort followed. „Yeah, I can see how well that would have gone.“
Clark winced slightly. Yes, Lex was right. That would have been a little too much. He snuggled closer to Lex, ignoring the wet spots.
„What about you?“ Lex asked softly after a few minutes silence.
„What about me?“ Clark asked back, enjoying the tender stroking of Lex's fingertips over his skin.
„What made you change your mind?“
With a sigh, Clark rolled over and opened his eyes. „Ollie,“ he said, and Lex gritted his teeth. „We met at the club, and he simply presumed that I was there with you.“
Clark laughed softly. „He couldn't believe that I wasn't. And then I looked at you, and … I don't know. Suddenly everything fell into place. I … Lex, do we have to talk about that now?“
Clark knew that he whined a little, but right now he *so* didn't care. Lex kissed him softly. „No, we don't,“ he murmured against Clark's mouth. Another kiss followed, and then Lex lay down again, pulling Clark even closer though that hardly seemed possible.
Clark could feel sleep tug at him, and with a smile he closed his eyes again, listening to Lex's heartbeat, the even in and out of his breath.
„I waited,“ Lex whispered after a while, and Clark opened his eyes again, staring into the darkness of Lex's bedroom. He could feel that Lex didn't expect an answer, probably thought him asleep, so he remained quiet and simply listened. „It nearly broke my heart to see you with all those other people. Lana. Chloe. Jessie. Oliver. And it was me who loved you so much. So I waited. Waited for the day you would finally love me back.“ A soft kiss to his shoulderblade. „I'm so happy you do now, Clark.“
Clark turned around, and took Lex in his arms, startling the older man slightly. „I do,“ he whispered. „I love you, Lex.“
Lex didn't answer. He just kissed every patch of skin he could reach until - entangled with each other - they finally fell asleep.
The End