Title: Silverhoops

Author/pseudonym: Margaret Newman/mererid

Fandom: Smallville

Pairing: Clark/Lex

Category: AU, PWP

Rating: NC-17

Status: in progress, almost done

Archive: Yes

E-mail address for feedback: mereridkat@aol.com

Author's websites: http://www.livejournal.com/users/morudai/

Disclaimers: don't own 'em, ain't making money anywhere

Notes: For CJ, to cheer her up

Brief Summary: Clark and Lex have sex?

Warnings: m/m

Anything else you'd like to add: Alien sex Clark, but no double penis.

My thanks to Diane for her beta (Revised Version)


Silver Hoops
by Mererid



The first thought Clark had when he saw Lex was, "wow, way out of my league."

Lex had on an iridescent purple shirt that was shot through with metallic thread. The black pants just seemed to accentuate the lean legs. Clark could smell the expensive cologne from the doorway. It wasn't that it was strong or overpowering, just that Clark could smell Lex and Lex smelled good.

Please oh god of mighty Krypton, don't let me have another cycle tonight!

Clark had been having trouble over the summer with his libido. He would do fine for a couple weeks, and then all of a sudden wham! He was a walking erection.

His mom thought it had something to do with the red Kryptonite ring he had stolen and run off with last summer. His body hadn't been the same since.

"Clark?" Lex was frowning at him.

"I'm sorry." Clark smiled sheepishly, shaking his head. "So when are you going to break off and go solo with LexCorp? Why keep letting your dad drive you nuts?"

He cringed as the words slipped out of his mouth.

"God, Lex-." Clark paled, taking a few steps further into the room. "I'm sorry! Maybe I should go, I'm in a weird mood."

Lex smiled at him, that quirky smile that lit up his eyes. Clark's eyes were drawn to the shirt and the way something between Lex and the shirt seemed to be catching on the shirt, right about nipple level.

Nipple level. Nipples. Lex's nipples.

"The least you could do is stay focused on my face for more than three seconds." Lex laughed as he walked over, waving a bottle of water in Clark's face.

Clark blushed a very deep red.

The gods of Krypton truly hated him. Lex had caught him staring at his chest.

"I'm- Oh- shit." Clark sighed.

Lex shoved the bottle of water into Clark's right hand, then grabbed a handful of black t-shirt and used it as a handle to maneuver Clark to one of the leather couches. He angled Clark around and then with one finger, he pushed Clark down onto the couch.

"Just sit there and shut up, farm boy." Lex chuckled.

He walked over to the music system and pressed a button. Dance trance music started out slow and gradually increased in volume until it stopped at what Clark guessed was a pre-selected limit. Lex picked up a remote and pressed a button. The lights went down so low as to almost not be on, but a lamp glowed softly at the end of one couch. Another button and the plasma screen on the far wall came on. He watched a moment until he felt that either he would die of permanent embarrassment or -or something equally horrifying.

On the humongous screen was him, Clark him, from last summer. In Metropolis. Shirtless, wearing black leather pants that were not buttoned on the way up.

Clark could feel himself start to hyperventilate but he could not pull his eyes away.

He was dancing in the center of a small group. Some male, some female. Hands above his head, hips gyrating. This was not sexually suggestive like his dad complained about dancing these days. This was sex with your clothes mostly on, mostly not.

Lex sauntered back over to him, tossing the remote down on the other couch. Clark looked up at him in shock. His friend was smiling at him. It wasn't a smile often turned on him, the farm boy. Regular, every day Clark.

Maybe Kal from Metropolis but not Clark Kent.

Lex started gyrating, slowly raising his hands above his head. His hips doing small circles as his body undulated.

There, see. Clark managed on some inner speaker system. His shirt is catching on his left nipple.

Kent, who the fuck cares? Lex Luthor is giving you a lap dance!

Clark blinked. His hand was wet. Why was his hand wet? He looked down. The bottle of water had been crushed.

The couch was wet. Not good.

Kent!

That was his inner-Kal talking. The sexually aggressive, unrestricted Clark.

Clark stood up slowly, stepping a little closer to Lex. He was hot, his skin felt like it was on fire. What should he do? What should he do?

What a fucking moron!

Clark closed his eyes for a moment. He punched Kal into a trunk in his mind.

This is me. This is Clark and this is Lex dancing in front of me.

The music seemed to pulse everywhere, even in his blood. If he didn't loosen his jeans soon, his cock would rip the denim seams.

Lex kept dancing and didn't hesitate once Clark settled his hands on Lex's narrow hips. He turned and turned within the span of those large hands until his back was to Clark's front and those muscular arms circled around his chest. One hand slipped down to grip a hipbone, pulling him snugly back to feel the hard dick against his ass. The other hand slipped under his shirt, the fingers splayed out and slipping up over his skin.

There. Clark found Lex's left nipple and the hoop dangling from it. Clark gave it a light tug before searching out the right nipple. No hoop. Just a stud. Another tug, and then he let his hand travel down, down until he was cupping Lex's crotch.

"Is this for me?" Clark whispered into Lex's ear. Lex purred, grinding his butt back against Clark's erection.

"If you want it." Lex nipped at Clark's jawline. "I'm tired of waiting. Tired of hoping."

"All you ever had to say was 'fuck me'." Clark chuckled deep in his chest.

"Clark." Lex hissed into Clark's ear, his body undulating. "Fuck me."


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Macrophage came on, the picture on the screen fluctuated to another night and another group that Clark -Kal- had danced with. All men this time, their bodies covered with tattoos and piercings. Leather armbands. Leather collars around their necks.

Clark nearly stopped dancing with Lex when he saw that image and remembered. Remembered what they had done to him back at their place. Thankfully he had invulnerable skin--.

"Someday." Lex turned in his arms, arms coming down to lace around his neck. Groin to groin now. Clark was so hard it was painful.

"Someday." Clark ghosted his lips over Lex's. "What?"

"You'll tell me what they did to you." Lex grinned, biting Clark's bottom lip and then sucking the lip into his mouth.

Lex's hands stroked his shoulders, and then slid down, cupping his ass, kneading and gripping it hard.

He couldn't understand why Lex was pulling his mouth away when Lex said, "Arm's up. Shirt."

Clark understood then and let the shirt be removed. He got his hands and his mouth back on Lex as soon as it was gone.

Then there was something getting in the way of him rubbing his cock against Lex.

"Clark." Lex laughed throatily. "Pants."

Clark pulled his head back and glared at Lex. Interruptions were annoying.

Later, he could always say that his brain had turned off once all the blood had gone south.

Swirl!

Not only was he naked, but Lex was naked too.

"Ah." Lex purred, rubbing his hands all over Clark's bare chest. "Finally."

Clark leaned down and swiped his tongue over Lex's left nipple. The silver hoop dangled delicately from the little nub.

Lex had one handful of silky black hair and one hand gripping a shoulder, his own head tossed back as wave after wave of pleasure tingled out from his nipple and coursed through his body right to his cock.

The shock of cool air was followed by a thump! as Clark fell to his knees and in one breath, swallowed Lex's cock down to the root. His big hands clutched the twin globes of Lex's ass. Lex's grip on his hair probably would have been painful if he had been paying attention.

Lex gazed down at the sight of his cock disappearing rhythmically into Clark's mouth as he swallowed, sucked, pulled back, swirled his tongue and swallowed again.

The scene on the screen changed as did the music, but neither of them noticed. Lex's knees gave out as he came, but he did not sink to the floor. Clark held him up, sucking the last bit of come out of him.

Lex had no memory of getting to the thick plush rug in front of the fireplace. He just came to with the sensation of Clark mapping his body with his mouth. Back of his left thigh, up over his left buttock, and then mouthing and nibbling on the left hipbone.

He angled around and when his eyesight came back into focus, he noticed how Clark's cock -gods, how did he hide that thing in a regular pair of jeans?- was still erect, the uncut head a deep purple. The slit oozed pre-come, big fat droplets.

"My turn." Lex groaned, pushing up against the unmovable chest. "Clar-rk. I want-."

A hot tongue delved into Lex's navel.

"Gah."

"What?" Clark panted, looking up at Lex. Lips swollen and red, pupils dilated. It made Lex's cock twitch and that hurt, it was too soon.

"My turn." He reached down and grabbed Clark's cock and gave it a tug.

The moan-like howl that came out of Clark vibrated up Lex's spine.

Lex took the opportunity to shift around and catch a drop of pre-come on his tongue. He gave the purple head a swipe with his tongue. He shivered, one hand gripping a great thigh. The flavor burst across his tongue and down his throat. With his right hand, he gripped Clark's penis and pushed back the foreskin.

Clark's hips rocked forward, eyes closed, his head shaking back and forth.

He leaned up and sucked on the head of Clark's penis. He swallowed more come and more of the flavor burned through him. He shivered and felt his own cock swelling to life again. More, he needed more.

There was no way he was going to be able to take much of Clark's cock into his mouth. He licked, he sucked, and worked up to the heavy, lightly furred balls. Clark's hips rocked forward again followed by a long, low keening.

Lex nuzzled, the strong musk scent started a fire in his blood. He couldn't get enough of the taste of Clark. His pre-come, his sweat, his skin.

Clark spread his legs as wide as he could to accommodate the questing mouth. He couldn't form words, he couldn't do anything but feel. When the mouth left, he cried out forlornly.

"No, no, easy, easy." Lex hissed, twisting slightly as he wiggled between Clark's thighs. He gave Clark's cock a few hard strokes. Then he brought both hands up to part Clark's cheeks. Clark's body trembled as warm breath blew across his hole.

Lex stroked the back of Clark's left thigh before leaning forward and pressing his face against Clark's ass and licking- licking slowly.

That alone elicited a whine from the shaking young man.

Lex licked again, his hands running over the powerful thighs, massaging Clark's ass. "Hush baby, hush."

He licked again, pressing his tongue to Clark's tight hole. Had anyone fucked him in Metropolis? Had Clark enjoyed it? No matter, Clark was his now.

His

Lex bit the left buttock hard. Clark jerked back, spine arching, howling. Lex licked it then, soothingly, lovingly.

"You belong to me, Clark. You always have. No one is to touch you from now on. Just me, Clark, just me." Lex purred as he stroked and licked. He reached between the muscular thighs and rolled the heavy balls in his palm.

Clark whined something that sounded like ''ni ni ni".

He pressed his tongue against Clark's hole again, his tongue easing in. Clark's big body shivered.

"Leeeexxxxsssssninini!"

Slide in, press press, pull out, a lick down the perineum. He reached further and tugged on Clark's cock, and came back with a handful of pre-come. It shimmered at him, a slight bit of color -lavender?, but he did not contemplate it further as he smeared it down Clark's crack. He pressed a come-slicked finger into Clark's hole.

Clark shoved back, taking in more of Lex's index finger and howling more loudly.

A hand gripped Lex's ankle and yanked. Lex found himself pulled through Clark's legs. He grabbed on, grabbed an arm, and shifted himself around.

"In." Clark growled. He slicked a hand down his own cock, gathering a handful of his pre-come. With his other hand, he flipped Lex around onto his stomach. "In."

Lex knew what Clark was wanting now and just had time to angle his ass up when the first thick finger delved between his ass cheeks. Not that Clark, in this state, took much time to stretch Lex. Lex gripped the carpeting and held on. The pre-come that Clark worked into his ass tingled, and it seemed warm.

An arm secured Lex back against Clark's body. Two fingers was all Lex got before Clark started working his cock in. Lex clenched his eyes shut, bit his bottom lip and held on. He waited for the pain, the burn of the stretch. Clark pushed and the head of his cock slid in.

There was no stretching pain. There was no burn.

Lex trembled, wanting to push back, but the arm holding him tight did not let him move. Clark's free hand stroked up Lex's right thigh, across his abdomen and gripped his cock.

What Clark murmured after that, Lex did not understand. It sounded foreign but it wasn't French or Spanish.

Clark pressed his cock in further, and it still didn't hurt. It felt good. It felt right.

Soon his entire cock was inside Lex and Clark groaned long and low and deep.

How could that cock be all the way inside him and it didn't hurt?

Clark fell forward, draping himself over Lex. Lex's arms buckled and they fell with their weight mostly on his elbows. Clark let go of Lex's cock and put his hand on the carpet, pushing himself up. He rolled his hips experimentally. He pulled back a little, though he never left Lex's body entirely.

The shiver of sensation that that simple movement caused wracked Lex from his fingertips to his toes. His breath was sucked from his chest.

Clark pushed back in, growling between Lex's shoulder blades.

Lex would have cried out but there was room for sound in his body. The cascading wave of pure erotic sensation overwhelmed him.

Clark grunted and pulled back again, not so far this time, and pushed back.

A fire blossom throbbed to life in Lex's gut. It pulsed and shimmered and burned.

Clark moved again, less -less- and the fire blossom expanded.

Lex's head thudded to the carpet. He could not hold it up any longer.

Clark nuzzled his neck, rolled his hips but did not pull or thrust. He muttered words that Lex did not understand as Clark kissed his way across Lex's shoulders. The hand gripping his chest stroked jerkily as if to soothe. A finger of said hand touched the stud in Lex's right nipple and the hand snapped away.

Snapped away from the small 1 carat chip of red rock.

The fire blossom pulsed, growing, burning. Its tendrils spread out into Lex's veins, down his nerves and out across his skin.


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Lex woke slowly. His muscles were sore and his knees ached. He opened his eyes and blinked, his surroundings slowly coming into focus in the morning gloom. There was no music and there was no bed, and the fireplace was staring back at him.

Someone very warm, someone very Clark, was spooned up tightly against his back. A blanket had been draped over them. The arm around his chest shifted, the fingers laced with his flexed. Lex turned his head, peering up-

-into fearful green eyes.

"Lex?" Clark whispered his name.

"Clark." Lex smiled, though Clark frowned a little. "What's wrong? You aren't regretting--."

"No!" Clark shook his head, his arm clutched at Lex more tightly. "No, regrets. I just, I don't know what happened. I think-. I just couldn't stand it anymore."

"It's okay, Clark." Lex smiled at him, the light shining in his eyes now. "I couldn't stand it anymore either."

Clark's lips tried to form a grin, but he went back to looking worried.

"There's something-. There's something wrong, Lex." Clark blushed, ducking his head and resting his forehead on Lex's shoulder.

Lex thought of the chip of red rock in his right nipple stud, and a tingle of guilt wiggled up his spine.

"I can't pull out." Clark mumbled.

"What?" Lex frowned. He knew Clark was still in him, but-. You couldn't miss that full feeling.

"I can't pull out. I've tried." Clark sighed, raising his head to meet Lex's perplexed stare. "My-. I can't."

Lex could still feel that blossom of fire low in the pit of his gut. Clark tried to move to prove his point and the fire blossom shimmered, making Lex gasp.

"Don't, don't." Lex hissed.

"Are you hurt?" Clark yelped and Lex cringed. "Oh god, oh god-."

"Clark, calm down. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation and we just need to be careful. No, I'm not hurt. At least, not that I can tell." Lex reassured him. "It's probably just because we fell asleep after-."

He couldn't remember the orgasm, just the overwhelming rush of sensations. If he hadn't come, he had missed a damn good opportunity.

"Hold still while I check things out." Lex disentangled his hand from Clark's, and shoved the blanket off.

"I didn't put the blanket on us." Clark said softly. Lex didn't need to look at him to know that he was blushing again. Or still.

After the way the boy danced in the clubs in the city and he still blushed?

"Who put the blanket on us?"

"Clark, I need you to be calm. It was probably just Josef or Enrique." Lex noted the dry come on his thighs, on the carpet, and on Clark. It was mostly white but there were flecks that were a pale pale lavender. Lavender come?

He was limber, but there were limits even for him. He lifted up his right leg, and felt with his hand. Clark helpfully grabbed his thigh and assisted in holding up his leg. His balls, Clark's balls. Clark's cock still wedged up tight inside his ass.

The come that oozed out of him was thick and sticky, but it wasn't dry and did not have the least hint of red to it. If anything it was more lavender.

Lex leaned back against Clark and held up his hand. The come, swirls of white and lavender, slid slowly down his palm.

"Well, we're not dry and I'm not bleeding." Lex commented with a slight hint of sarcasm to his voice.

Clark gripped his hip and tried vainly to pull out. That slight frisson of movement made that fire blossom rage and shimmer and pulse hard enough to make Lex's teeth throb.

"Stop! Stop!" Lex shouted, grabbing Clark's hand with his messy one. "Don't do that!"

"It's hurting you!" Clark cried, horrified at what his body had done.

"It isn't pain!" Lex gasped for breath. "It doesn't hurt hurt. God, it's hard to explain Clark. I've never felt anything like this before."

Clark buried his face in the crook of Lex's neck.

They lay on the carpet for a moment while remaining still and letting Lex regain his equilibrium. He slid Clark's hand up his chest, pushing Clark's index finger at his right nipple. Clark jerked his hand away as if stung.

"Don't do that!" Clark whined softly.

"Does it hurt?" Lex asked, wishing that they could have at least been stuck like this face to face.

"Sort of, not really." Clark sniffled. "It's kind of electric. What is it?"

Clark leaned up and looked around at Lex's chest. Lex said nothing as he watched Clark's face.

"Lex." Clark frowned. "Lex, is that-."

"Red rock? I had the piercing made by a friend of mine in the city."

"Red rock? You know what kind of red rock?" Clark looked shocked.

"The same kind that was in your class ring. The same kind as in that ring you wore to Metropolis last summer." Lex watched Clark's face.

"You-. You- know?" Clark blinked, surprised and horrified and -embarrassed.

"I don't know what you call it. The jeweler said it was native only to the Smallville area." Lex smiled gently. "I'm sorry, Clark. I started putting a few things together in my head. I've had a lot of time to think, you know? And thinking is something of a hobby of mine."

"Yeah." Clark grimaced.

"I know you are special. Well, you're special to me and to your parents, but I mean as a human. You have special abilities."

"That's because I'm not human." Clark sighed. "I wasn't born here on earth. The red rock is from the meteors."

"So is the green-." Lex frowned, head tilting a little. It's hard to have a conversation when you are stuck in such a peculiar position. "Not human?"

"No, I came with the meteors." Clark reached up and lightly ran his hand over Lex's bald scalp. "This is my fault."

"It is not." Lex snapped. "What do you mean you came with the meteors? You were in one? How do you know that?"

"I was in a spaceship. I come from this place called Krypton. It was dying, the planet, and so my biological father sent me to Earth in a spaceship to save me." He decided to leave out the parts about world conquering for now. "The green rocks make me sick."

"And the red rock seems to-."

"Makes me more aggressive and wild and- it makes me not a very nice person." He looked a little hurt.

"Clark, what happened last night happened because I wanted it. I couldn't wait any longer, I couldn't wait for you to catch my hints or get up the nerve to speak to me. These last few years-. I couldn't have survived without you. I can't go on without you." Lex had wiped his hand on in the carpet, and so he reached back and cupped Clark's face. "So I thought maybe a little of the red rock- what do you call it?"

"Kryptonite."

"I thought a little red Kryptonite might loosen you up a bit."

"You could have just asked."

"Fuck me, Clark." Lex smiled slowly.

"Make love, Lex. One night stands fuck. You and me- I'd rather make love to you."

They kissed deeply, mouths sliding around a bit and Clark's hand instinctively reached down for Lex's cock. Clark sucked Lex's tongue into his mouth. When they pulled apart, they were both panting. Lex's cock in Clark's hand was reviving its interest.

"Maybe if we-."

"Maybe if we-."

They spoke the same words at the same time and then laughed.

"All the times I thought about trying to tell you-. All the scenarios that I visualized saying, 'Lex, I'm an alien.'"

"I suppose they never took in this arrangement? Your cock stuck in my ass?" Lex grinned, chuckling. "You were going to tell me."

"Yes. My parents-. They protect me and they have always worried what would happen if Lionel found out-."

"He's suspicious, but he has no idea that you aren't human." Lex took a deep breath. The fire blossom was pulsing again. It made concentrating hard. "He won't find out from me."

"I know." Clark nodded. He ran his hand down under Lex's cock, and held his balls. "Lex, I-."

"I feel it too. Just relax, just go with it."

"But it hurt you when I tried to move." He was digging his toes into the carpet, into the brick floor, trying not to move, to thrust.

"It's a good burn, Clark. I swear." Lex reached back touched what he could- Clark's hip, along the muscular thigh. Then he slipped a hand around Clark's neck and brought him down for a long, slow kiss. "Try to relax, Clark. You won't hurt me, I swear."

Clark shifted a little, angling for a good position, rolling his hips. He and Lex gasped at the same time. The sensation was incredible. They both jerked and trembled a little. Clark reluctantly let go of Lex's cock, and planted his hand on the carpet. He tried pulling back a little, though there was little give inside Lex's tight channel, and then he pushed back in, shuddering and shaking.

The more he tried, the easier it got. His cock began to move inside Lex. Lex who was babbling nonsense, shuddering as if he were about to convulse. With every thrust, Clark's nerves seemed to sing. Every time he pulled back, never fully out of Lex, his blood burned.

Push, and pull, thrust and burn.

The orgasm started up from some unfathomable depth. They were lost to the age old rhythm of fucking. Eyes closed, gasping and sucking for breath, holding on to each other for deal life.

When the orgasm hit, it hit hard. Clark's spine went rigid, and Lex- Lex heard angels singing and felt his body burst apart!

Floating floating floating

"Sir?"

Pause.

"Sir?"

Lex blinked his eyes open. Clark's black head was nestled against his chest. To the edge of his vision he saw Enrique's aid and his new valet standing off to the side.

"I hate to disturb you, sir, but it's Mr. Kent's mother. This is the third time she's called."

Numbly, Lex held up his hand. Clark burrowed further down under the blanket.

"S'okay, Josef."

The valet stepped close enough to hand Lex the cordless phone. Lex rested it against Clark's back.

"Bring us some bathrobes, will you? And some water, too. I think I'm dehydrated."

"Yes, sir."

Josef left, shutting the media room's double doors behind him.

Lex cleared his throat. "Mrs. Kent?"

"Lex? I'm sorry to call so early, but I need to know if Clark is with you."

"Yes, he's here." Lex decided that honesty, for once, would be best.

"Oh, thank god. When he ran out last night -he and his father argued again- I wasn't sure what he would do. Every time he leaves now-."

"He's here, he's safe. He's been with me all night. Do you need him home for chores?" Lex stroked the silky head of hair. He blinked, suddenly realizing that Clark was no longer in him.

"No, no. As long as he's with you, I won't worry. His father is handling the chores." There was something behind those words. "Keep him there with you today, can you? I think it would be best. I think you are the only person he can turn to right now."

"Clark can stay with me forever." Lex hoped that didn't sound too hopelessly romantic. "He'll be fine. Shall I have him call you when he wakes up?"

"No-. I'll call back in a few hours, is that okay?"

"That's fine, Mrs. Kent."

"Martha."

Lex smiled. "Martha."

"Thank you for taking care of him."

"It's my pleasure, I assure you."

A few more comments and they hung up. Lex set the phone off to the side. He ran both hands over Clark's back. He was a heavy weight draped over Lex, pinning one leg to the floor. Their scent of sex was getting a little ripe.

"Clark, m'love. Oh, Clark, dearest. Clark, mon agne." The response he got was a grumbled and further rubbing of face and burrowing into his body.

He tried wiggling out from under the solid weight of his farm boy, and that was quickly dismissed as Clark held on to him more tightly- enough that his ribs creaked.

Okay, enough with the pleasantries. "Clark, I gotta piss so bad my eyes are crossing. You have to wake up. Let's go up to my bedroom, okay? We can shower, get something to eat or drink, and then have a nice long nap in my comfortable bed."

He got a muffled response.

"Clark, what? Come on, baby. I really have to pee."

"It's not-." Clark raised his head, his expression sheepish. His hair hung down in his face but it was sexy, and Lex loved it. "The bed-. I mean." His head fell back onto Lex's chest.

"It's a new bed. I haven't shared it with anyone. In fact, I was kind of hoping we could break it in. Together."

"Who were you talking to on the phone?" Clark raised his head again. His eyes were heavy lidded and his lips were still looking incredibly kissable.

"Your mom." Lex smiled devilishly.

Clark's eyes went wide with shock. "Oh, god- oh, shit-!"

"It's alright!" Lex grabbed him before Clark jerked away. "She was just worried and wanted to make sure you're okay. Why didn't you tell me you'd argued with your father?"

"It wasn't like there was an opportunity." Clark sat up on his heels. The blanket fell away revealing sticky mess of light lavender dried come. Everywhere.

"Well," Lex said as he sat up, "I never liked this rug anyway."

"I'm sorry." Clark whispered.

"Don't be silly." Lex said matter-of-factly. "We'll just know better next time."

"Next time?" Clark asked tentatively as Lex stood and held a hand out to him.

"Yes, Clark." He grinned. "Next time. I want to see what happens when we make love without the help of some red Kryptonite."

Clark yelped when Josef came into the room with the robes. He grabbed the blanket off the floor and wrapped it around his waist.

Josef deposited the robes on the couch, and set the two bottles of water on the coffee table.

"Have Cook send up an ample breakfast to my suite, Josef. In about an hour. We're going to shower."

"Yes, sir." Josef nodded.

"Did I have any appointments today? Well, cancel them. Clark and I are going to spend the day resting in bed."

"Of course, sir. Anything else?"

"Have the rug burned. I don't want it just thrown away." Lex pulled on a robe, and brought the other over to Clark. "Put this on."

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you, Josef." The valet left.

"Burned?" Clark looked down at the crusty, sex-smelly carpet spotted with lavender come.

"I don't want anyone getting a hold of it." Lex explained, handing him an open bottle of water, taking Clark's other hand in his and chugging his own water. "Come on. I need a shower."

"I thought you had to pee."

"I will, I will."

"You should tie your robe."

"Why? You don't like my body?" Lex arched an eyebrow at him.

"I love your body. Doesn't mean I want anyone else looking at it." Clark grumbled.

Lex didn't tie his robe. Half way up the grand staircase, he shrugged it off.

"Le-ex." Clark whined.

He did take the stud out of his right nipple.

"Now, no more secrets-."

But the silver hoop stayed in the left.



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