Clark Kent and The Sexy Slytherin 1.7
I really tried. But my Clark muse says he doesn't put out on the first day. Date yes, but not day! And I don't want him to stop talking to me.
~~~
Crossing and re-crossing his legs to hide certain unmentionables, Clark checked and double checked his potions homework with the guidance of Hermione.
She even taught him a small spell to get rid of the blotches by making the end of his quill like an eraser. It was quite ingenious and he wondered if it would get the mustard stain out of one of his old shirts.
“At least now Snape won’t have any extra reason to complain.” Clark sighed after an hour.
“Except for getting some robes. You can ask around. While no one is as tall as you, a close fit with ankles showing is better than nothing.”
“Works for me. I haven’t seen Chloe around all day.”
“She’s probably getting interviews from teachers about what to expect from the year for the first edition. We have some time now that we’re done so early. It’s weird to have a partner that doesn’t hold off of homework.”
“I’m on kinda scholarship to even be here. It’s like a foreign student exchange program, but instead it’s witches and wizards.”
They walked off to Chloe’ Phoenix room, but it was empty.
“You just missed her. She rushed off to interview the Bloody Baron. I don’t know which one of them is scarier.” A female voice informed them.
“Thank you, portrait.”
A woman dressed in medieval flare nodded and walked down the hall of her picture.
“I thought her being a witch would make it easier.” Clark said in wonderment.
“Trying to interview him? No wonder she’s in Griffindor.”
“I’ll try to help her with the issues once I catch her. That’s how we used to hang out with The Torch. She must be using a time warp to be able to do both schools and be able to graduate at the same time.”
“How’d you figure that out?”
Oops. I can’t tell her I sensed the air disturbances.
“She left articles sometimes on her computer for this school. Because of her Wall of Weird and theory conspiracies about contaminated drinking water turning people into docile slaves at hearing certain frequencies, no one took them seriously.”
“Huh. I figured you’d want to try out for Quiddich. At least as a beater.”
No sports for him, even now. It was still too risky.
“Don’t tell anyone. But I’m kinda afraid of heights.” He ducked his head.
Especially since he could start floating and had taken a few short flights without a broom.
“Really? Me too, a little. That’s why I never bothered trying out.” A faint blush from her.
A loud rumble came out of nowhere.
“Sorry. I guess I’m really hungry. I wish we could get some food early.”
“I haven’t visited the house elves for a while. I have to tell them my new plans for S.P.E.W.”
“What’s that?”
Clark later regretted those two little words.
~~~
Hermione filled up the time talking about elf rights and Clark tried to show patience, really he did, but with the rushing in the halls he was able to make his break politely.
“But I haven’t even told you about the letter campaign-“
“I’m starving!”
Hermione rushed to keep up with him.
“Fine, fine. But you have to sign up and the petition!”
“Later. Need steak, or whatever passes for it in this place.”
He took his seat by her and Harry, followed by a flustered Ron and Cho came to sit with them.
They chatted and talked about Quiddich practice and tryouts, but when a bald young man met his searching eyes from across the room Clark went deaf.
“You don’t want to try out for beater, Clark? But you’d be great!”
“He’s joining The Phoenix.” Hermione told them.
“Why?”
“Sports aren’t my thing.” Catching this with his name, Clark didn’t want them to think he was a total wuss. The pile of potatoes and what looked like stew was being devoured and he got a few stares as he went for his fourth and fifth helpings.
“Americans are strange. Are you all so big? Almost like from another planet.”
Clark glared at Ron.
“Kidding. Kidding.”
He was tempted to just go sit with Lex, but he had to hold out.
Why was he holding out?
You don’t have sex on the first day of knowing someone. It’d just be too weird.
“I can’t wait for the first time.”
“Me too.” Clark blurted.
“I thought you weren’t going to try out for goalkeeper?” Another boy called Seamus stated, while smiling at him. People did that a lot around this place. So many people paying attention to him was kind of odd.
“Sorry. Thinking about something else.”
Something entirely different.
“He’s already got someone in mind, Seamus. Don’t act so surprised.” Hermione said while buttering a roll.
“A guy can look, can’t he?”
“At what?” He’d lost the thread of conversation again.
Clark puzzled over the laughter that met him, and got up to leave. It only seemed to stop when he bent to pick up a fork that someone had dropped on the floor on his way out.
~~~
The robes were a deep red, and a full dark green that had the kind of richness of color that Clark always wanted in his clothes.
“Aren’t you going to try them on?”
Lex was sitting on his bed in a languorous posture that was difficult to ignore, and made it even more impossible to think about what they could be doing on his bed. Almost like a black cat with those robes hugging his lean frame, the young man stretched soundlessly. Clark wanted to pet him.
He had a hard time looking into those eyes as he looked up from his gifts.
He had a harder time trying to convince the fat lady that the Slytherin wasn’t lost, and yes, he was invited in. It was also embarrassing how he’d paced back and forth until he ran into a wall of the other young man yet again.
Avoiding the looks of disbelief as he guided Lex to his room Clark refused to be cowed. He had a feeling his new friend was laughing inside.
“This is too much.”
“I thought you would like those colors.” Lex tilted his head.
“I do. But this gift looks too expensive-”
“Do you want to make Snape mad at you again?”
“No.” Clark glanced at him.
“Do you want to give Malfoy more verbal ammo to make fun of you with?” Lex checked his nails, which appeared to be manicured.
“Heck, no.”
“So enjoy your armor.”
“But-“
“The store they were owled from has a no return policy. And they won’t fit me.”
“I don’t want to put you out-“
“Please do.”
“I mean, you don’t have to spend-”
“I’m rich. What’s the point of having gold if you don’t spend it once in a while?”
Clark wondered what he should do. His parents would say no way.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to throw them away.”
His parents hated waste. Clark figured he was left with no choice, and the robes reminded him of the material Lex wore.
“No! I’ll wear them.” He looked about as if he could give Lex something wonderful too, but all he noticed was that stupid S.P.E.W. button Hermione forced him to take.
Lex’s smug grin was a conceded victory.
“I’ll find a way to pay you back.”
“I dissolved the price tag.”
“I’m still getting a part time job soon.”
“Fine.” Lex sighed. “Are you going to try it on now?”
“S-sure.”
It was just changing clothes. He’d done it a million times before, but never with a hungry eyed audience.
Buttons undone, he pulled off his shirt so only his undershirt showed. His fingers had trembled over every button, but they seemed to calm some by the time he got to his pants. Clark thought he heard a small moan from the bed. He didn’t dare bring his eyes up. He sat on one of his chairs to take off his shoes and slide the jeans under his hips without catching his boxers until he stood up again, in only his underclothes and a mismatched pair of white and red socks.
He braved a look at his bed. Lex’s eyes traveled the length of his body with absolutely no shame. The eyes were approving of whatever he saw, because he didn’t make fun of Clark’s poor ability to keep the right colors together in his draw.
Clark reached for the red robe first, because that was his favorite color, and felt the softest material since velvet slide all around him like water. It covered every inch of his large frame right down to his feet. It was more form fitting than his flannel, which struck him as something he did not expect at all.
“How does it feel?”
“Great!” He said without hesitation. “Thank you. I promise to pay you back.”
“You already have.”
Clark grinned.
“But a blow-job wouldn’t hurt.” Clark was under the impression he looked like a piece of pie for some reason to give Lex such an intense stare.
“Would you settle for some making out?”
Clark raced back into his clothes, turning away from Lex this time, but knowing that he was looking all the same made zipping up over a hard on a bit too close for comfort.
He reached for the chessboard he’d brought from home while Lex had moved to look out of Clark’s telescope at the stars.
“You taking Astronomy?”
“Yeah. I always liked the stars. It’s like I feel the pull from them sometimes.”
Instead of his usual innuendo, Lex spoke with some reverence.
“I always enjoyed the ancient Greek myths that came with the stars. Many clusters and constellations have stories of their own. Have you ever read any?”
“A few at the school library. We had to read the Odyssey for school, and the cliff note version of the Trojan War. I felt very sorry for all the people that were forced into it over that doofus Paris. Because of him, so many died.”
Lex warmed to the subject immediately.
“It was fate. The words were written in stone what would happen long before he was born.”
“That doesn’t mean he didn’t have a choice.”
“The Greeks felt that every man already had his life mapped out before him. He was fated to do certain things, it was unavoidable.”
“You can’t fight destiny? Those stars must be very sad, then.” Clark went to look out the window with Lex.
“I prefer to think we have a destiny, but we can choose to shape it in whatever form we want.”
Clark liked the sound of that much better. He was never into the world domination gig, no matter how much Jor-El said it was in his blood.
“I hope so. I don’t want to be forced into doing or being something I don’t want."
“Me either. But now we are allies, and look out for each other.”
“Except when you look out for my butt.”
“Friends with benefits, Clark.” Lex sashayed right to the chessboard.
“Stop playing with that bishop!”
“I could think of another head I’d like to play with.”
Clark blushed, but went to sit across from him.
“Can we play one game without any dirty remarks?” He crossed his legs to hide how interested he really was.
“Ah. So now we get to a real challenge.” Lex smirked knowingly.
~~~
“Checkmate.”
Clark stared at the board for a few seconds.
Lex had beaten him in less than fifteen moves if his memory was any indication.
“Amazing. You should play Ron, I heard he’s beaten everyone in Griffindor tower, and even Cho-Chang.”
“You built up a mostly solid defense, but I was pretty quick to find your Achilles’ heel.”
Lex closed the set and put it aside.
“You have a problem with aggression. You hold back too much.”
And Lex leaned over the desk and sealed his lips yet again as he did something to his own neck, letting the robe fall away from him to show designer black pants and a silver shirt, which, while pretty, wasn’t as soft as the robe he was wearing over it.
Clark found himself standing to get around the desk while trying not to separate his lips, wanting to let Lex feel his skin up close as much as he wanted to see what was under that shirt.
“We have to lock the door.” He panted.
“Already taken care of. You forgot to check if I was armed.” Lex withdrew a small version of his wand from his pocket that grew in his hand to it’s regular size.
“Silence charm?”
“When you were setting up the board.”
And just as suddenly as they were talking, they both crashed on his bed while tugging at each other’s shirts and Clark was having the greatest and most frustrating time ever making those buttons go out of their little homes. Lex got done a lot faster, as if he dressed and undressed other people with a timer every day, and that was a thought he didn’t want to be thinking while taking a moment to lick at the other boy’s neck.
“Raise your hands.”
“Oh.” He’d forgotten about the white undershirt and took extra moment to let Lex slide it over his head.
And then Lex was licking all over his chest with great dexterity, melting anymore thoughts other then one: get off those terrible threads that hid Lex’s chest from him! And so Clark managed with only a bit of maneuvering to finally get the thing off of the beautiful man. He wondered for a moment if the Slytherin was double jointed and swallowed. Pale skin gleamed up at him like moonbeams that he could slide up and down on.
The heat of a body next to his, in an intimate embrace that he had never felt before with another person was something Clark felt he’d always remember.
While Lex tried to lick his way down his abs, he went after the little nob on the back of his neck that stuck out in a most entrancing way, and begged to be tasted and explored. He had no idea what he was doing, but he wasn’t going to let the chance go by. Lex froze for a moment as if he’d hit a pause button, then rose up some to give Clark better access to this tender spot. Clark took his time relishing this fleshly delight as much as the feeling of Lex being on top of him.
“No one has gone after that spot before.” He heard the pale young man say.
“You’re just so...I can’t stop...” Was all he could manage.
Lex took back control by raising his head to feed off of his mouth, jaw, ear and neck, and damn if he wouldn’t leave several bruises if Clark wasn’t invulnerable. They rolled until Clark was on top, and only having read some of romance novels, decided to go for one of Lex’s nipples. He licked very gently at first, but when a hand forced his head down, he decided to suck like there was no tomorrow coming. The moans were intoxicating, and when Lex grabbed his ass in a firm grip, he let out one of his own into the skin he’d molded his lips to.
He was achingly aware of how small his jeans felt, and Lex somehow dipped his tongue into his navel and ground against his groin almost simultaneously.
“Wait, I...” Clark pushed himself off and away, and the sound of a door opening made him realize how close to the edge of the bed he was when he fell onto the ground.
“Are you alright? What has that slime done to...you?” Ron’s voice growled.
“Snogged him senseless, like I told you.” Harry said smartly, and took pleasure in watching him and Lex try to cover themselves up.
“What are you guys...” Clark rose to sit next to a very unflustered Lex.
“The door was locked and we didn’t hear anything for the longest time. We were worried.” Hermione said, and blushed when she saw their obvious excitement for each other.
“Here I am, all in one piece.”
“I see I’ve worn out my welcome.” He started up his shirt and grabbed his robe.
More like you’ve worn me out!
“Let me walk you out.”
Lex didn’t say anything, but waited for him to throw his shirt on before sliding past the three noisy teenagers.
“Sorry about that.” He said as they went out the portrait.
“I didn’t get to come.”
“Neither did I. We’re even. Besides, I still want to get to know you better before we do anything more.” Clark said nervously.
“I am agreeable to that. But...next time we go to a place of my choosing.”
“Why?”
Lex backed him into the wall and licked his jaw, then turned and walked away.
“No interruptions.”
~~~
Crossing and re-crossing his legs to hide certain unmentionables, Clark checked and double checked his potions homework with the guidance of Hermione.
She even taught him a small spell to get rid of the blotches by making the end of his quill like an eraser. It was quite ingenious and he wondered if it would get the mustard stain out of one of his old shirts.
“At least now Snape won’t have any extra reason to complain.” Clark sighed after an hour.
“Except for getting some robes. You can ask around. While no one is as tall as you, a close fit with ankles showing is better than nothing.”
“Works for me. I haven’t seen Chloe around all day.”
“She’s probably getting interviews from teachers about what to expect from the year for the first edition. We have some time now that we’re done so early. It’s weird to have a partner that doesn’t hold off of homework.”
“I’m on kinda scholarship to even be here. It’s like a foreign student exchange program, but instead it’s witches and wizards.”
They walked off to Chloe’ Phoenix room, but it was empty.
“You just missed her. She rushed off to interview the Bloody Baron. I don’t know which one of them is scarier.” A female voice informed them.
“Thank you, portrait.”
A woman dressed in medieval flare nodded and walked down the hall of her picture.
“I thought her being a witch would make it easier.” Clark said in wonderment.
“Trying to interview him? No wonder she’s in Griffindor.”
“I’ll try to help her with the issues once I catch her. That’s how we used to hang out with The Torch. She must be using a time warp to be able to do both schools and be able to graduate at the same time.”
“How’d you figure that out?”
Oops. I can’t tell her I sensed the air disturbances.
“She left articles sometimes on her computer for this school. Because of her Wall of Weird and theory conspiracies about contaminated drinking water turning people into docile slaves at hearing certain frequencies, no one took them seriously.”
“Huh. I figured you’d want to try out for Quiddich. At least as a beater.”
No sports for him, even now. It was still too risky.
“Don’t tell anyone. But I’m kinda afraid of heights.” He ducked his head.
Especially since he could start floating and had taken a few short flights without a broom.
“Really? Me too, a little. That’s why I never bothered trying out.” A faint blush from her.
A loud rumble came out of nowhere.
“Sorry. I guess I’m really hungry. I wish we could get some food early.”
“I haven’t visited the house elves for a while. I have to tell them my new plans for S.P.E.W.”
“What’s that?”
Clark later regretted those two little words.
~~~
Hermione filled up the time talking about elf rights and Clark tried to show patience, really he did, but with the rushing in the halls he was able to make his break politely.
“But I haven’t even told you about the letter campaign-“
“I’m starving!”
Hermione rushed to keep up with him.
“Fine, fine. But you have to sign up and the petition!”
“Later. Need steak, or whatever passes for it in this place.”
He took his seat by her and Harry, followed by a flustered Ron and Cho came to sit with them.
They chatted and talked about Quiddich practice and tryouts, but when a bald young man met his searching eyes from across the room Clark went deaf.
“You don’t want to try out for beater, Clark? But you’d be great!”
“He’s joining The Phoenix.” Hermione told them.
“Why?”
“Sports aren’t my thing.” Catching this with his name, Clark didn’t want them to think he was a total wuss. The pile of potatoes and what looked like stew was being devoured and he got a few stares as he went for his fourth and fifth helpings.
“Americans are strange. Are you all so big? Almost like from another planet.”
Clark glared at Ron.
“Kidding. Kidding.”
He was tempted to just go sit with Lex, but he had to hold out.
Why was he holding out?
You don’t have sex on the first day of knowing someone. It’d just be too weird.
“I can’t wait for the first time.”
“Me too.” Clark blurted.
“I thought you weren’t going to try out for goalkeeper?” Another boy called Seamus stated, while smiling at him. People did that a lot around this place. So many people paying attention to him was kind of odd.
“Sorry. Thinking about something else.”
Something entirely different.
“He’s already got someone in mind, Seamus. Don’t act so surprised.” Hermione said while buttering a roll.
“A guy can look, can’t he?”
“At what?” He’d lost the thread of conversation again.
Clark puzzled over the laughter that met him, and got up to leave. It only seemed to stop when he bent to pick up a fork that someone had dropped on the floor on his way out.
~~~
The robes were a deep red, and a full dark green that had the kind of richness of color that Clark always wanted in his clothes.
“Aren’t you going to try them on?”
Lex was sitting on his bed in a languorous posture that was difficult to ignore, and made it even more impossible to think about what they could be doing on his bed. Almost like a black cat with those robes hugging his lean frame, the young man stretched soundlessly. Clark wanted to pet him.
He had a hard time looking into those eyes as he looked up from his gifts.
He had a harder time trying to convince the fat lady that the Slytherin wasn’t lost, and yes, he was invited in. It was also embarrassing how he’d paced back and forth until he ran into a wall of the other young man yet again.
Avoiding the looks of disbelief as he guided Lex to his room Clark refused to be cowed. He had a feeling his new friend was laughing inside.
“This is too much.”
“I thought you would like those colors.” Lex tilted his head.
“I do. But this gift looks too expensive-”
“Do you want to make Snape mad at you again?”
“No.” Clark glanced at him.
“Do you want to give Malfoy more verbal ammo to make fun of you with?” Lex checked his nails, which appeared to be manicured.
“Heck, no.”
“So enjoy your armor.”
“But-“
“The store they were owled from has a no return policy. And they won’t fit me.”
“I don’t want to put you out-“
“Please do.”
“I mean, you don’t have to spend-”
“I’m rich. What’s the point of having gold if you don’t spend it once in a while?”
Clark wondered what he should do. His parents would say no way.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to throw them away.”
His parents hated waste. Clark figured he was left with no choice, and the robes reminded him of the material Lex wore.
“No! I’ll wear them.” He looked about as if he could give Lex something wonderful too, but all he noticed was that stupid S.P.E.W. button Hermione forced him to take.
Lex’s smug grin was a conceded victory.
“I’ll find a way to pay you back.”
“I dissolved the price tag.”
“I’m still getting a part time job soon.”
“Fine.” Lex sighed. “Are you going to try it on now?”
“S-sure.”
It was just changing clothes. He’d done it a million times before, but never with a hungry eyed audience.
Buttons undone, he pulled off his shirt so only his undershirt showed. His fingers had trembled over every button, but they seemed to calm some by the time he got to his pants. Clark thought he heard a small moan from the bed. He didn’t dare bring his eyes up. He sat on one of his chairs to take off his shoes and slide the jeans under his hips without catching his boxers until he stood up again, in only his underclothes and a mismatched pair of white and red socks.
He braved a look at his bed. Lex’s eyes traveled the length of his body with absolutely no shame. The eyes were approving of whatever he saw, because he didn’t make fun of Clark’s poor ability to keep the right colors together in his draw.
Clark reached for the red robe first, because that was his favorite color, and felt the softest material since velvet slide all around him like water. It covered every inch of his large frame right down to his feet. It was more form fitting than his flannel, which struck him as something he did not expect at all.
“How does it feel?”
“Great!” He said without hesitation. “Thank you. I promise to pay you back.”
“You already have.”
Clark grinned.
“But a blow-job wouldn’t hurt.” Clark was under the impression he looked like a piece of pie for some reason to give Lex such an intense stare.
“Would you settle for some making out?”
Clark raced back into his clothes, turning away from Lex this time, but knowing that he was looking all the same made zipping up over a hard on a bit too close for comfort.
He reached for the chessboard he’d brought from home while Lex had moved to look out of Clark’s telescope at the stars.
“You taking Astronomy?”
“Yeah. I always liked the stars. It’s like I feel the pull from them sometimes.”
Instead of his usual innuendo, Lex spoke with some reverence.
“I always enjoyed the ancient Greek myths that came with the stars. Many clusters and constellations have stories of their own. Have you ever read any?”
“A few at the school library. We had to read the Odyssey for school, and the cliff note version of the Trojan War. I felt very sorry for all the people that were forced into it over that doofus Paris. Because of him, so many died.”
Lex warmed to the subject immediately.
“It was fate. The words were written in stone what would happen long before he was born.”
“That doesn’t mean he didn’t have a choice.”
“The Greeks felt that every man already had his life mapped out before him. He was fated to do certain things, it was unavoidable.”
“You can’t fight destiny? Those stars must be very sad, then.” Clark went to look out the window with Lex.
“I prefer to think we have a destiny, but we can choose to shape it in whatever form we want.”
Clark liked the sound of that much better. He was never into the world domination gig, no matter how much Jor-El said it was in his blood.
“I hope so. I don’t want to be forced into doing or being something I don’t want."
“Me either. But now we are allies, and look out for each other.”
“Except when you look out for my butt.”
“Friends with benefits, Clark.” Lex sashayed right to the chessboard.
“Stop playing with that bishop!”
“I could think of another head I’d like to play with.”
Clark blushed, but went to sit across from him.
“Can we play one game without any dirty remarks?” He crossed his legs to hide how interested he really was.
“Ah. So now we get to a real challenge.” Lex smirked knowingly.
~~~
“Checkmate.”
Clark stared at the board for a few seconds.
Lex had beaten him in less than fifteen moves if his memory was any indication.
“Amazing. You should play Ron, I heard he’s beaten everyone in Griffindor tower, and even Cho-Chang.”
“You built up a mostly solid defense, but I was pretty quick to find your Achilles’ heel.”
Lex closed the set and put it aside.
“You have a problem with aggression. You hold back too much.”
And Lex leaned over the desk and sealed his lips yet again as he did something to his own neck, letting the robe fall away from him to show designer black pants and a silver shirt, which, while pretty, wasn’t as soft as the robe he was wearing over it.
Clark found himself standing to get around the desk while trying not to separate his lips, wanting to let Lex feel his skin up close as much as he wanted to see what was under that shirt.
“We have to lock the door.” He panted.
“Already taken care of. You forgot to check if I was armed.” Lex withdrew a small version of his wand from his pocket that grew in his hand to it’s regular size.
“Silence charm?”
“When you were setting up the board.”
And just as suddenly as they were talking, they both crashed on his bed while tugging at each other’s shirts and Clark was having the greatest and most frustrating time ever making those buttons go out of their little homes. Lex got done a lot faster, as if he dressed and undressed other people with a timer every day, and that was a thought he didn’t want to be thinking while taking a moment to lick at the other boy’s neck.
“Raise your hands.”
“Oh.” He’d forgotten about the white undershirt and took extra moment to let Lex slide it over his head.
And then Lex was licking all over his chest with great dexterity, melting anymore thoughts other then one: get off those terrible threads that hid Lex’s chest from him! And so Clark managed with only a bit of maneuvering to finally get the thing off of the beautiful man. He wondered for a moment if the Slytherin was double jointed and swallowed. Pale skin gleamed up at him like moonbeams that he could slide up and down on.
The heat of a body next to his, in an intimate embrace that he had never felt before with another person was something Clark felt he’d always remember.
While Lex tried to lick his way down his abs, he went after the little nob on the back of his neck that stuck out in a most entrancing way, and begged to be tasted and explored. He had no idea what he was doing, but he wasn’t going to let the chance go by. Lex froze for a moment as if he’d hit a pause button, then rose up some to give Clark better access to this tender spot. Clark took his time relishing this fleshly delight as much as the feeling of Lex being on top of him.
“No one has gone after that spot before.” He heard the pale young man say.
“You’re just so...I can’t stop...” Was all he could manage.
Lex took back control by raising his head to feed off of his mouth, jaw, ear and neck, and damn if he wouldn’t leave several bruises if Clark wasn’t invulnerable. They rolled until Clark was on top, and only having read some of romance novels, decided to go for one of Lex’s nipples. He licked very gently at first, but when a hand forced his head down, he decided to suck like there was no tomorrow coming. The moans were intoxicating, and when Lex grabbed his ass in a firm grip, he let out one of his own into the skin he’d molded his lips to.
He was achingly aware of how small his jeans felt, and Lex somehow dipped his tongue into his navel and ground against his groin almost simultaneously.
“Wait, I...” Clark pushed himself off and away, and the sound of a door opening made him realize how close to the edge of the bed he was when he fell onto the ground.
“Are you alright? What has that slime done to...you?” Ron’s voice growled.
“Snogged him senseless, like I told you.” Harry said smartly, and took pleasure in watching him and Lex try to cover themselves up.
“What are you guys...” Clark rose to sit next to a very unflustered Lex.
“The door was locked and we didn’t hear anything for the longest time. We were worried.” Hermione said, and blushed when she saw their obvious excitement for each other.
“Here I am, all in one piece.”
“I see I’ve worn out my welcome.” He started up his shirt and grabbed his robe.
More like you’ve worn me out!
“Let me walk you out.”
Lex didn’t say anything, but waited for him to throw his shirt on before sliding past the three noisy teenagers.
“Sorry about that.” He said as they went out the portrait.
“I didn’t get to come.”
“Neither did I. We’re even. Besides, I still want to get to know you better before we do anything more.” Clark said nervously.
“I am agreeable to that. But...next time we go to a place of my choosing.”
“Why?”
Lex backed him into the wall and licked his jaw, then turned and walked away.
“No interruptions.”