Spring Fling Fic - Therapy Sessions (2/2)

[twilighthdfan]

 

Day 9

“He destroyed my labs,” Lex said, as he leaned back in the chair. “Again.”

“Now, Superman,” Ann said turning to him. “Why do you think you feel this need to destroy Lex’s property?”

Staring at the woman, it took Clark a few moments to realize that she was serious.

“Because he’s doing dangerous and illegal things?” Clark replied, wincing a little as he realized that it had come out as more of a question.

“Could it also be you want some of Lex’s attention?”

Clark felt his jaw drop, could feel Lex’s amusement and wondered when he had stepped into the twilight zone.

“No,” he said, standing up, cocking his head to one side and pretending to listen. “And there’s someone who needs my help.”

**

Waking up suddenly, Clark groaned as he felt his cock throb, the dream of the milky smooth skin leaving him breathless and panting.

Not even thinking about where he was, Clark pushed the sheets off, taking his pants off at the same time and wrapping his hand around his erection.

Running his thumb over the head, Clark whimpered as he started to move his hand up and down. He spit in his hand, groaning as he started to stroke again, pleasure starting to shoot through him, his hand picking up its pace.

Closing his eyes, he almost jumped when he heard his whispered name, every part of him freezing as he looked around his darkened room, wondering where he had heard it.

He couldn’t help it, his x-ray vision kicked in and he couldn’t stop from looking through the wall, not having realized that his room was next to Lex’s and that Lex was …

Blushing, he groaned as his cock jumped, clearly enjoying the sight of Lex jerking himself off.

His eyes followed the slow movement of Lex’s hand, not realizing that his own hand had started moving again in the same time as Lex’s.

He whimpered as heat started to coil tighter in his belly, his hand moving faster as his eyes watched Lex’s face devoid of the blankness, full of pleasure, wetting his lips as Lex groaned, his breaths coming in pants.

“Clark …”

Lex’s breathy voice sent him over the edge, the sight of Lex coming the last thing he saw as he came, before he had to squeeze his eyes shut, heat building behind his eyes, slowly dissipating as he lay panting on the bed.

Catching his breath, Clark, lay back on his pillow, wondering when his life had changed so dramatically.

He had hoped that this experiment might make it easier for him and Lex to be friends, but instead, it seemed to have opened up feelings that Clark had thought he’d dealt with a long time ago.

Day 14

Clark had been avoiding Lex since that night, which was a hard thing to do when you had therapy sessions, but he had managed to go and say something that Ann approved of, while not thinking about, talking to, or touching the man next to him.

He should have known that Lex would notice, would seek him out to find out why. Lex never did like not knowing what was going on.

“He’s avoiding me,” Lex said on that day’s therapy session.

Clark felt himself stiffen. He hadn’t thought that Lex would bring it up in a therapy session.

“How do you mean, Lex?” Ann asked, writing something on her notebook.

“Exactly what I said,” Lex replied, annoyance in his tone. “He’s avoiding me. Yesterday I made a death ray, had it pointed at the mayor’s office and he didn’t even show up to stop me. He sent the Green Arrow, the Green Arrow!”

Ann nodded, before turning her penetrating gaze on Clark.

“Do you think you’re avoiding Lex, Superman?” Ann asked, her mouth twitching a little.

“No,” he denied, shaking his head, looking at her innocently. “I’ve … I’ve just been busy.”

“With what?” Lex asked, crossing his arms, and raising an eyebrow, Clark wondering briefly what it would feel like to reach-.

“Work,” Clark replied, looking away from the man next to him, deciding that it was safer to look at Ann.

“Liar,” Lex answered.

“Now, now, Lex,” Ann admonished. “What did I say about name calling?”

“Well he is,” Lex replied.

“And how would you know that?” Ann asked, looking at him expectantly.

“I … can just tell,” Lex replied, the small pause enough for Clark to know that he was lying.

And Ann apparently, if the look of disbelief on her face was anything to go on, thought he was lying too.

“Alright, fine,” Lex said. “I make it my business to know what he does. He’s my enemy.”

“You’re stalking me?” Clark asked, looking at Lex in confusion.

Why would Lex stalk him and then not do anything about it. It made no sense.

Unless Lex was interfering in his life without Clark knowing …

“It was you!” he exclaimed, glaring at Lex.

“What was me?” Lex asked, looking at his fingernails, trying to look bored.

“I was going to go on a date with Dan, from Sports, and then all of a sudden he cancelled on me,” Clark said, noticing the tiny flicker of Lex’s mouth. “And then, Louis, from down the hall, suddenly got transferred. And Mark, from the coffee shop-”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Cl-Kal,” Lex said, rolling his eyes, as if what Clark was suggesting was ridiculous.

Glaring at Lex, Clark wondered what else Lex had interfered with in his life.

“Now, why would you do something like that, Lex?” Ann asked, not even blinking at Clark revealing that he obviously had a secret identity.

“I didn’t,” Lex replied, shaking his head. “Kal clearly has a crush on me and is trying to make it look like I also do.”

“I … I do not!” Clark spluttered, trying to ignore the blush spreading across his cheeks and the ache in his chest. “And how else would you explain it?

Lex simply looked at him coolly, an eyebrow raised.

“Maybe I don’t think you deserve to be with anyone,” Lex replied.

Clark looked away from the gaze, swallowing hard, trying to tell himself that Lex was his enemy and that his comments couldn’t hurt him.

“Now, gentlemen,” Ann said, her eyes looking at Clark with sympathy.

The rest of what she said was cut off, Clark freezing as he heard a deep rumble, followed by a sound he hadn’t heard in a long time.

Doomsday.

“I have to go,” he said, standing up, already moving towards the window.

“Superman, you can’t keep running away,” Ann started to say.

“Doomsday’s back,” he threw over his shoulder, before jumping out of the window.

Day 25

Clark woke slowly, groaning, as his whole body throbbed, lying for a moment, before the memories came back to him.

Doomsday had returned and they’d fought. Clark had taken, what he had thought was a fatal blow, and so had used his body to destroy the monster in what he thought would be his final act.

He could barely open his eyes, only able to squint and look around the darkened room. He groaned again as a flash of pain ran through him, the sound rousing someone by his bed side.

“Clark?”

The voice almost made him cry, a part of him feeling four years old again, when he’d fallen in McGregor’s farm and hurt himself, his mom coming and taking him away from the kryptonite.

“Mom?” he asked, his voice barely louder then a whisper.

“Oh, honey,” his mom said, kissing him on the forehead. “We were so worried.”

“What-” he started, swallowing as his voice cut out. “What happened?”

“The League found you,” Martha said, hand running gently through his hair. “You were … we thought you … Bruce, he tried everything but … and then Lex … he saved your life.”

Clark closed his eyes, shaking his head, stopping when it made something pull on his back. He must still be asleep.

“I couldn’t believe it at first, but I think this counseling thing might be doing you both some good,” Martha continued. “I had always hoped you boys would find your way back to each other.”

Clark’s eyes snapped open as far as they could, staring at his mom in disbelief.

“What?” she asked, shrugging. “I’m not the only one who thought what you two were doing was … more.”

Swallowing hard, Clark shook his head sadly.

“There’s nothing there, mom,” he whispered. “Lex … Luthor, hates me as much as he ever did.”

Closing his eyes, he missed his mother’s confused look, wondering how much longer he would have to be in contact with Lex.

Day 29

It took Clark four days to be able to move and walk around the penthouse. He’d been surprised when he’d discovered that he was in the penthouse and not in the League Station.

He avoided Lex as much as possible, wondering what the other man’s game was. Lex had made it pretty clear that he still hated Clark, so why did he save him?

Sighing, he sat down on the deck chair, his skin soaking in the sun rays, making him feel stronger.

“You’re avoiding me again.”

He stiffened as he heard the low voice, not turning his head, wondering if he ignored him whether Lex would just leave him alone.

“I’m not going to go away until you talk to me,” Lex continued, coming and sitting next to his feet.

“I’ve been in bed,” he replied, clearing his throat when it came out husky, not meeting Lex’s eyes.

The fight with Doomsday had made him tired, not just physically but emotionally and mentally as well.

He didn’t have the will to fight Lex at the moment, he wasn’t sure he ever would again.

“You’re looking better,” Lex said, eyes searching his face for something, a frown crossing his face when he didn’t find it.

“Mmm,” Clark agreed, wondering when the ache in his chest would go away, when he would finally understand, come to terms with the fact that Lex hated him.

Always would.

“I … wanted to, um, apologize,” Lex said quietly, looking down at his hands, before looking back up at Clark.

“For what?” Clark asked, still not looking at the other man, staring out over the balcony.

“The other day, in our therapist’s office,” Lex replied, staring at him intensely.

“Its fine,” Clark answered, getting up gingerly from the chair. “Forget about it. We only have one more day left of therapy and then you can go back to hating me.”

He walked away, not looking back at Lex.

Day 30

“Well, gentlemen,” Ann said, sitting in her chair, looking between the two of them. “Today ends your court ordered therapy sessions.”

“I realize that you didn’t attend every day,” she continued, giving Clark a look full of concern. “But the mayor has decided that you may have learnt what he wanted you to, considering that Lex helped you, Superman.”

Clark nodded, staring down at his hands, hoping that the session would be over soon, not wanting to dwell on the reason why Lex helped him, it raising too many confusing feelings.

“What was going through your mind, Lex?” Ann asked, apparently not wanting to help Clark push his feelings down.

“Panic,” Lex said, making Clark look up at him.

“What?” he asked, swallowing hard as Lex looked at him, his expression more open then he’d seen it before.

“I was worried,” Lex said quietly, staring at him, holding his gaze. “It felt like my whole world had stopped.”

“Because Superman is such an important part of your life, even though he’s your arch nemesis,” Ann said, nodding and writing something down.

“Because he’s always been the most important thing in my life,” Lex continued, hand moving closer to Clark’s.

Clark felt his chest tighten, a frown crossing his face, as his eyes flicked to Ann, and then back to Lex.

“You won’t believe me if I don’t say this in front of someone else, won’t listen,” Lex said, leaning forward. “I’ve loved you for so long, almost from the moment we met, and then when I found out about you, found out the people you’d told who weren’t me, I hated you just as much.”

“You stopped accusing me and storming into my study,” Lex continued. “You ignored me and then you became ‘Superman’. You had time for everyone but me, and I hated you even more. And so I did the one thing I knew would make you see me again.”

Clark felt his breath freeze, his heart racing as he stared into Lex’s gaze.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” Lex said, shaking his head. “Some of it was done for me and my company. But the death rays? The killer robots? You really think I couldn’t build a functional one if I wanted to?”

“I’m sorry,” he finished, hand covering Clark’s, eyes imploring.

Clark jumped when he heard Ann clear her throat, the woman looking between the two of them, a small smile on her face.

“Oh, dear,” she said, looking down at her clipboard. “I just remembered I forgot some of the paper work you gentlemen need, I’ll be back in a moment.”

Clark watched as she left, wondering what the woman was up to, before he felt smooth lips cover his own, gasping as one of Lex’s hands ran through his hair, opening his mouth when Lex’s tongue moved over his lips, letting him explore the inside of his mouth.

“I’m sorry, Clark,” Lex whispered. “For hurting you.”

Pulling back, Clark looked into his eyes, could see the truth of what Lex was saying.

“I …,” Clark started, shaking his head, before looking back at the man in front of him. “I’m sorry too. For hurting you, back in Smallville. But we can’t go back to the past.”

He felt Lex stiffen, felt him try to pull his hand out of his grip.

“But, maybe,” he continued, squeezing Lex’s hand. “We can move onto a new future.”

He couldn’t help but smile when Lex did, pulling the man closer.

“I’m still evil,” Lex whispered against his lips.

“And I’m still Superman,” he replied, before closing the small distance between them and kissing Lex gently.

END