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The knock on the door broke him from his far off stare. His early Christmas Eve ritual was being disrupted. He wasn't really fit for visitors and he'd given his meager staff the night off. He didn't have time to fully process who it could be. His brain was deliciously fuzzied at the moment. He made his way to the door with his drink still in his hand and opened it. They started singing as he opened the door and Lex took a step back. "Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa la la la la la la la la" Clark's voice was the loudest and Lex could pick out several of the other's faces including Chloe's and Lana's. He wondered what evil they had found out about to deserve this torture as they broke into another verse. "Don we now our gay apparel Fa la la la la la la la la" As the group faded out, Lex set his drink down on the entry table and gave them a hardy round of applause. "Do I invite you all in for hot chocolate or something? I don't know if I even have any." He found himself hoping he hadn't slurred any of those words. He couldn't really remember how many drinks he'd had. He looked at Clark standing at the back of the little group, watching his eyes. "Lex, we all just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas - no cocoa needed!" He smiled that big grin of his and herded everyone down the steps. He turned back to Lex and said in a low voice so only Lex could hear, "Lex, are you ok? You don't look so good?" Lex wasn't sure how he should answer that so he just smiled. "Lex, I'll be back in ten minutes, don't drink anything else. Promise?" Lex just nodded. Clark was probably the only one he'd take orders from at this moment. He shut the door and leaned against it for a second. He didn't think he'd had *that much* to drink, but it was probably more than he should have had. Every Christmas was the same. Self-pity, self-indulgence, solitude and most importantly, the alcohol. He hadn't gone far from the door when he heard the light knock. He was turning to open it when Clark just opened the door. He managed not to stumble, and smiled, saying "Clark! So glad you came back. Have a drink with me?" "I don't think you should drink anymore, Lex. Are you even going to be able to make it to your bedroom?" Lex usually ended up on a couch in the study or library. Clark took the glass from him and guided him up the stairs by his shoulders. "Come on, Lex. Up the stairs. Do I have to carry you?" Lex giggled at that, and let Clark take him up the stairs. Clark propelled him down the hall and into his bedroom. There were pajamas laid out at the foot of the bed. Clark looked at them dubiously, but faced a still giggling Lex and started to unbutton his shirt. He pulled the sleeves off Lex's arms. Lex was more sober than Clark gave him credit for. He wasn't that far into the bottle that he wasn't attracted to Clark. Maybe he would have the perfect excuse that could be brushed off and attributed to how drunk Clark thought he was. Clark unfolded the pajama top and began helping Lex's arms into it. He was patient with Lex, like a child. Lex was eyes were on him. Watching him intently. "Lex, how much did you have to drink tonight? Think you can help me here with your pants?" Clark's hands were on the waist of Lex's pants. He caught Clark's eyes and then in one smooth, unexpected move, he pressed his lips to Clark's. It wasn't exactly fast, but it was slick, silky and Clark had no time to readjust. Lex's arms came around him, slid them together, body to body so that without any real pressure they were molded together. Soft, warm, deep. Lex's lips didn't brush or nibble, but simply absorbed. A little sound - stunned pleasure? - hummed in Clark's throat and his lips parted. Lex took a step back, looking at Clark. He just looked dazed. Lex was having a hard time not smirking at him. Clark narrowed his eyes, focusing them on Lex. "What was that? Seems someone isn't as wasted as he let on, huh?" His hands were still on Lex's waistband, but he didn't move them. Lex smiled, "Wanna find out?" "No, I think you just need to get undressed and into bed" "That's exactly what I have in mind." He covered Clark's hands and unbuttoned his own pants. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband, slid them down, boxers and all in one fluid move. Clark pulled his hands back, still trying to help rather than take advantage and leaned over Lex to hand him the bottoms still on the bed. Lex stepped out of his pants and stood there next to the bed watching Clark's reaction. Clark held out the bottoms to him. Clark stared into his eyes, "Lex" he said, "put these on. You're too drunk to try doing this now." "Oh, am I?" Lex was smirking again. Clark was getting frustrated with Lex. He was standing there in just his pajama *top* and nothing else. He really didn't want to let his imagination get away from him, but that kiss was amazing. The thoughts running through his mind were not just about helping Lex get into bed. Well, into bed *alone* anyway. He shook his head. Lex's eyes were traveling up and down his body now, lingering below his waist for far too long. Clark could feel himself start to blush, the heat creeping up his neck and to his cheeks. "Come on, Lex. You have to put these on. I can't let you do this now." His tone was almost pleading. Lex sighed, resigning himself to putting on the clothes. Lex took the pajama bottoms from him and finally turned around to try to put them on. Lex bent over at the waist stood on one foot to put the pants on and promptly fell over on his side. He was giggling again, but Clark was there, right at his side, concerned. "Are you ok?" Clark lifted him like he was just another box of produce and set him on his feet. Lex just nodded and handed the pants back to Clark. "I think I need help." "That's probably a good assumption. Ok, hold on." Clark wrapped one of Lex's arms around his waist. Lex snuggled in. Clark shook out the pants, leaned over at his waist and held them open for Lex to step into. Lex cooperated, placing each foot in turn into the pants. Clark half pulled them up and then waited for Lex to finish. Lex, finally dressed, turned away from Clark to the bed. He pulled the covers down and sat on the side. He looked up at Clark and patted the space next to him on the bed. "Huh-uh. Not happening. You're going to get into bed and go to sleep." Lex frowned. No one had said no to him this many times before. Maybe he was losing his charm. "So you don't want to join me?" Clark sighed. "Lex. Like I said before, you're too drunk. I couldn't do anything now, it would feel like taking advantage." But he sat down anyway. "So, you're saying you *want* to do something? If I told you that I only had a few drinks before you showed up and that most of this was an act, would you 'take advantage' then?" "An act? Falling down, giggling? That was all an act? Were you trying to get me to undress you?" Clark's questions came at him too fast. His brain wasn't entirely clear. Yeah, he was mostly not drunk, but the part of him that was seemed to be making it hard to think. Then he heard Clark's whisper "You could have just asked." They looked into each other's eyes for a long moment and then Clark reached his hand out to brush Lex's cheek. His fingers were calloused with years of farm work. Rough against his skin. Clark's thumb was at his lower lip. Lex closed his eyes, and tried to stifle the moan in his throat. He opened his eyes to find Clark watching him intently. So Lex kissed him again. A brush of lips, a slight scrape of teeth, a hint of tongue. He nibbled one corner of his mouth, then the other. He eased back, a breath away - held the moment suspended. Then his fingers dived into his hair, fisted and he plunged. Instant heat, enough to burn a man alive from the inside out. Clark's hands tightened like vices on the edge of the bed and his heart spiked straight into his throat. It was like being devoured, with merciless greed. Lex felt him tremble, and his own shiver of response. It took every ounce of will for him to end the kiss, to draw back. Clark let out a ragged breath. Lex could see the pulse beating in his throat like a jackhammer. Yet they had barely touched. Lex leaned into kiss him again, when Clark stopped him with a hand on his chest. "Wait. Slow down." "Why?" "Because... Because I've been thinking about this for a while." The blush was back "Feels like forever. I don't want to rush this. Besides, its Christmas Eve." "What does Christmas Eve have to do with anything?" "I'm supposed to be caroling with Chloe and Pete and everyone and then go home to spend the evening with my parents. It's Christmas. Don't you spend Christmas with your family?" Lex just shook his head. "Since I've been able to get out of it, no. My dad doesn't do the whole 'family Christmas' thing." "That's kind of sad. Maybe you should come over tomorrow. Spend Christmas with me? And my family? I'll check with my mom, but I'm sure it will be fine, and I could give you the present I got for you..." He trailed off, not sure how to finish. "You got me a Christmas present? What is it?" Now Lex sounded like a big kid. Clark grinned at him. "I can't tell you *what* I got you, you have to open the present. Besides, it's not that big of a deal." "Can you just be my present?" Lex looked at him and smiled. "Lex. I already told you I have to go home. You should come over tomorrow, so I can give you your gift. And so you don't spend Christmas alone." Lex sighed. "Ok, if you're sure it will be ok with your mom *and* dad, then I'll come over. But we are going to have to talk about tonight. I mean. I really am in complete control here." Maybe he was trying to convince himself of that too. Clark looked at him, not really sure if he should believe him or not. "Complete control, huh? This is all part of your master plan?" "Ok, so maybe not. But I'm still clear in making decisions. About kissing you." Clark smiled, and looked away. He was sure he was blushing again. "I care about you, Lex. I don't know what that means. I do know that I think about you all the time and that I liked kissing you." Then he looked back at Lex. They grinned at each other and Clark got up to leave. "I'll call you about tomorrow." Clark left the mansion and headed home. His little *experience* with Lex was weighing heavy on his mind. He had certainly *enjoyed* it, but what did it mean? Was he gay? He was pretty sure he wasn't. Maybe it was just Lex. Lex was. Well, Lex was Lex. And he was so *hot*. Those eyes and, dear god, that ass. He shook his head smiling at that thought. When he got home, his parents were still up, just sitting in front of the Christmas tree watching the lights twinkle. They were sitting on the couch, arms around each other, just smiling. Clark almost didn't bother them, they looked too happy. But he sat on the chair "So, caroling was fun... how was your guys' evening? His parents smiled, "It was nice. Where did you guys go?" "Oh, you know, Pete's house, Lana's aunt... Lex's...." His dad looked at him sharply, but didn't comment. "Did you know he was going to spend tomorrow alone? I told him he could come to dinner with us, if it's ok..." He looked at his mom expectantly, knowing she would agree and hoping his father wouldn't object too much. His mom answered first, which was a good sign. "Of course, Clark. We always have too much and it would be horrible for someone to spend it alone." She elbowed his dad before he could protest and Clark just grinned. "Great! I told him it would be sure, but he said I had to ask before he'd agree. I'm going to head up to bed so Santa can come." He was laughing as he went up the stairs. Christmas morning was always festive in the Kent household. Clark woke up early, roused his parents. Dragged them down the stairs and everyone was sleepy and happy. Presents exchanged hands, wrapping paper flew around the room. Clark was only half there, though. His mind was on later. When Lex was going to show up. Lex hadn't left his mind since the night before. He even filled his dreams. Clark waited to call Lex. He didn't know how long he would sleep, and didn't really want to wake him up. "Yeah?" "Um, Lex? It's Clark" "What time is it? Is everything ok?" "Its like ten. Did I wake you up?" "Ten? I never sleep until ten. Yeah, I guess you did. But it's ok. I was dreaming about you anyway." "*Lex*" "Sorry. Is your dad in the room? Did you dream about me too?" "*Lex*. Um. Yes. To both questions." Chuckling. Lex was *laughing* at him. "So do I get to come over? And open my present?" "Of course! I told you could. Um. Let's say 3?" "You got it. Should I dress up? Or just wear jeans or something?" "Whatever is fine, Lex. It's just me and my parents." "I know. But I don't want to show up looking like a complete slob if the rest of you are going to be dressed up." "You never look like a slob, Lex. But really. Jeans are fine." "Ok. See you at three." "Yep. Three." Clark hung up and just looked at the phone then hurried to the kitchen. "Mom! Lex will be here at three." She nodded at him, and looked at him thoughtfully. "What did you get him, Clark?" "Oh, I made him something. I didn't know what to buy him." Clark turned the box he'd wrapped Lex's present in over in his hands. Wondered if it would be ok. Wondered if he should give it to him in front of his parents. By the time three o'clock had rolled around, Clark had decided to not give him the present 8 times. His mom was making turkey and it smelled wonderful. He wondered if Lex was going to like the food. It probably wasn't what he was used to. What had made him invite Lex over? Why was he was so *nervous*? Clark realized his thoughts were completely random. What was Lex doing to his brain? Lex showed up with wonderfully wrapped packages for everyone. Clark decided that he would have to give him the gift *now* in *front* of everyone or risk explaining not giving it to him. He wondered what Lex had gotten him. What if it was something really impersonal and it made Clark's gift look weird? What if it was huge and his dad wouldn't let him keep it? What if... Clark's mind was thinking at superspeed again. He sighed and decided to just get it over with. He led Lex into the living room, completely unsure of what he was doing. His mom and dad were in the kitchen, maybe he could get this over with without them. "Ok, I had no idea what to get you. I couldn't *buy* you anything... you already have everything you could possibly want. So, I um. Ok, just open it?" He knew he was blushing again. He could feel it, but he didn't care. Ok. Maybe he did care. He handed Lex the box that he'd obviously wrapped himself. Lex grinned at him, "Clark, I'm sure its wonderful... shouldn't we wait for your mom? And dad?" Clark shook his head. "I don't want to have to explain it to them. Please? Just open it?" Lex gave him a sideways look and carefully started tearing the paper. He was making Clark crazy. He was watching Lex intently, waiting for some kind of reaction, so he had time to run if needed. Lex finally got all the wrappings off and opened the outer box. Clark realized he was holding his breath. He let the breath out when Lex had finally dug through the tissue paper and found the gift. Clark had made him a Japanese style Puzzle Box. It was a box that he'd carved, made of three different kinds of wood and it had this little secret compartment in it with a secret latch. "You made this? This must have taken you forever. Its great!" Clark showed him how to work the latch. "What are these?" He was sure he was blushing. "Well the first one is a rock. It's from the river where... well, you know. And the second thing there is a little piece of the wood from that thing in the cornfield." "Wow. This is great Clark!" Clark looked at him, trying to figure out if he was just placating him. Then he whispered. "Clark. Really. This is wonderful. It means a lot to you doesn't it?" Clark nodded. "I love it. And I love that you made it for me and..." he trailed off. "I want to *really* thank you, but your parents are in the next room." He squeezed Clark' hand. Clark nodded again and breathed a huge sigh of relief and whispered back, "I was worried it was too much or you wouldn't get it or my parents..." Lex nodded, "You think they're listening?" "I don't know. Maybe. They're usually good about leaving me alone... but I do have a Luthor in the living room, and we are being awfully quiet." They grinned at each other. Martha called them to dinner a few seconds later. Everything was laid out and carved and delicious. There was good-natured conversation even between his dad and Lex. Clark was completely amazed at how well the day had turned out despite all his worrying. He had expected everything to go wrong, and here, nothing had. It almost made him nervous. After dinner, they headed back to the living room so Lex could give the Kent's their presents. He was really unsure of everything he'd gotten. He hoped his present to the elder Kents would be ok. He hadn't spent a lot of money on them, but he had spent hours deciding what to get. He handed out the gifts and then held his breath. Clark looked over at him and winked and he let the breath out. It was too late to back out now. Clark made his mother go first. Lex waited for Mrs. Kent to delicately peel off the wrapping and when her eyes shined, Lex knew he had made the right choice. He'd gotten a collection of cookbooks for her, including 2 or 3 on baking and one on the preparation of apples. He was so glad she hadn't taken it the wrong way. She jumped up and gave him a quick hug. Lex was stunned. Mr. Kent had proved to be the biggest dillema for him. What could he get the man without offending him? He couldn't think of anything. He thought if he spent too much, Mr. Kent would chalk it up to arrogance, but he *had* to get him something. He couldn't show up without gifts for everyone. Jonathon looked at Lex, then back at the package and slowly began to open it. He held up a card that advised him of a magazine subscription to a popular motorcycle magazine and a gift certificate to the best motorcycle shop in Smallville. Lex looked at Mr. Kent, unable to read his expression. Please don't let him throw Lex out before Clark got to open his gift. Then his eyes softened and he stuck his hand out, "Thanks, Lex." Lex shook his hand in relief and turned to Clark who was almost bouncing in anticipation. Lex chuckled at Clark, and didn't notice the look he got from Mrs. Kent. Clark ripped open the wrapping and tossed the bow. He dug in the tissue paper and found a small credit-card type card. He looked at it closely and let out a whoop. Lex grinned. "Look Mom! Dad! Its a lifelong membership to the Metropolis Planetarium!" The Kents just smiled at him. Their love and the almost intimate look made Lex's throat close up. "Well, I'm glad you all like everything. I had fun coming up with your gifts." "Wait! Lex, you didn't open the one from me and Jonathon." Mrs. Kent handed him a large package, and Lex looked absolutely astonished. He looked at the Kents and Clark grinning at him and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat and block the tears. He didn't *cry*. What was Clark doing to him? He took a deep breath and started to open the wrapping. He had to set the box on the floor to open it and look inside. There was a pair of knitted gloves, a hat and several packages of cookies and brownies. "Did you make all this for me?" He asked. He tried to hide the amazement in his voice. He reached out to grab Mrs. Kent's hand and squeezed. "Thank you. Really. This is probably the best Christmas I've had in a really long time." He smiled and hoped this was a turning point for him and the Kents. Maybe they would accept a ‘friendship’ between him and Clark. "Well!" Mrs. Kent broke the growing silence. "Its time for dessert!" As they made their way into the kitchen, Lex was watching Clark again. All this family time and happiness was leaving him completely drained. He decided he was going to have to leave after dessert, and maybe he could talk Clark into coming back to the mansion with him. Maybe he could give Clark that *thank you* he'd been referring to earlier. He grinned at Clark as they sat back down at the kitchen table and Mrs. Kent served them pumpkin pie. After dessert, Lex made some excuse about being tired and having to go home. Clark raised an eyebrow at him. With a slight nod that Lex hoped Clark figured out the meaning to, Lex turned to go. “Hey Mom, is it ok if I go back with Lex for a while? He shouldn’t be alone on Christmas.” He gave his mom the look that no one could deny. “Sure, honey. Don’t be home too late ok?” She kissed Clark on the top of the head. Clark made a face at her and stood up and grabbed his coat. He helped Lex carry his presents out to his car and they shoved everything in the trunk. They got in the car and Lex actually drove carefully until he was out of sight of the Kent Farm. Lex was watching Clark out of the corner of his eye and Clark was staring out the side window. “Hey Clark, you ok?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Just kind of nervous, I guess.” “Nervous about what?” Clark blushed and managed to look at Lex from underneath his eyelashes. “Um. I think you know. Last night? In your room?” “I knew. I was just checking. Clark, I can take you home and we can forget this.” “NO! That’s not what I’m saying.” Clark was still blushing furiously. “I /want/ to. I just… I’m just a little nervous.” Then he gave Lex one of those smiles. Lex smiled back and Clark relaxed. When they got to the castle, and got inside, Clark was feeling awkward again. They carried Lex’s presents inside and into his office. They sat down on one of the couches and Lex opened one of the packages of brownies, offered Clark one and took one himself. “We should probably have some milk to go with these, huh?” Clark shook his head. “Nah… we don’t need mil...” and Lex cut him off with a kiss. Clark forgot about the brownie. He forgot about the milk. All he could think about was Lex’s lips on his. He vaguely remembered setting down the brownie before wrapping his arms around Lex. Lex wrapped his fingers in his hair, pulling him close. Then he trailed one hand down Clark’s spine, tracing some unknown pattern. Clark shivered and pulled away to catch his breath. “So, what do you want to do exactly, Clark?” Clark’s blush was becoming permanent. He looked away, “This is nice.” He didn’t want to sound as stupid as he felt. He figured out the mechanics. Ok, he thought he had, but what if he was wrong? He looked down and took a deep breath, “Ok, so maybe I have no idea what I’m doing. Maybe I have only a basic idea of what’s supposed to happen next. But you can have fun teaching me?” Clark held his breath waiting for Lex to laugh at the stupid farm kid. Lex, instead, closed his eyes and sighed. “Clark. I don’t want to /make/ you do anything. I…” “You’re not /making/ me do anything. I just need instruction.” He grinned sheepishly. “GOD! You’re so innocent! I’m probably going to hell for this.” Then he reached out and traced Clark’s cheekbone with his fingertips, down to his jaw line and pulled him in for another kiss. He started unbuttoning Clark’s flannel and reached underneath to find an undershirt. He reached under that shirt and ran his hands across Clark’s broad chest, pausing to pinch a nipple, grinning at the jerky response from Clark. Lex was still kissing Clark sucking on his tongue and lower lip. Clark could only moan in response. Lex pulled back and looked up at Clark. He still towered above Lex even when they were sitting. Clark opened his lust filled eyes. “Lex. More.” That was all the encouragement Lex needed. He pushed the flannel off Clark’s shoulders and reached to pull his undershirt off. He started at the juncture of Clark’s ear and cheek, trailing small kisses down his jaw to his throat, sucking lightly at the pulse on his neck. His fingers followed his mouth, lightly tracing the path, sending shivers through Clark. Lex reached Clark’s chest, kissing down the middle, taking a detour to a nipple, sucking hard, enjoying the noises Clark was making. Clark was sprawled on the couch, his head back, his eyes half closed, Lex on top of him. Lex looked up from Clark’s chest and groaned at the sight. This was making him hard. Clark hadn’t done a single thing except sit there and look amazing and make those wonderful sounds and Lex was harder than he could ever remember being. Clark was hard and hot against him. Lex wasn’t going to be able to take this much longer. He watched Clark’s eyes as he reached for the button on Clark’s jeans. His eyes opened wide and he stared at Lex. Lex smiled at him and continued to work the zipper. Once he got the fly open, Clark thrust at his hands. Lex took the opportunity to tug on Clark’s jeans, and Clark lifted his hips to help. Clark was now almost completely naked – he still had his boxers on. Lex was still fully clothed. Lex slid off the couch onto his knees. He leaned in close and pressed his nose to Clark’s boxers, breathing deeply. “Clark, you ok?” “Uhhh, you want me to think, NOW? Jesus, Lex. You’re driving me crazy. Please.” “Please what? Stop?” Grinning. “NO! Are you kidding?” Lex chuckled. He leaned in close again and opened the flap to Clark’s boxers. He flicked the head of Clark’s cock with the tip of his tongue. Clark groaned in response. He swirled it around the head and then sucked it gently into his mouth. He ran his tongue along the underside and sucked more into his mouth. Clark was making these little grunting noises but he hadn’t attempted to thrust or grab Lex’s head. Lex sucked harder and ran his hands along the inside of Clark’s thighs. And he got a tiny thrust in response. He let go of the cock and looked up at Clark. “You don’t have to be gentle. You can do whatever you want. You can touch me. I want you to lose control. I want you to touch me.” “I don’t want to hurt you, Lex. And God, quit stopping.” “Touch me.” Clark groaned. Lex took his cock back in his mouth sucking harder. Clark tried to think about controlling his hands. Tried to think about how much he could hurt Lex if he lost control. He finally talked himself into touching Lex. He lightly ran his hand across Lex’s scalp. So smooth. Lex moaned around his cock and he thrust and found his cock in Lex’s throat and Lex’s throat muscles working around the head. After only a few thrusts, Clark emptied himself into Lex’s mouth. He fell back gasping. “Lex. Oh. My. God.” Lex looked up at him from between his knees and just grinned. “Liked that?” Clark just nodded and tried to remember how to breathe. Lex stood up and pushed off his shoes and climbed onto the couch next to Clark. He pressed himself into Clark’s thigh. Clark ran his hands over Lex’s back. “Lex. I want to touch you. Can I?” Lex just groaned as Clark slid himself off the couch. He could feel the heat radiating from Lex. “What should I do?” He looked up at Lex. “I told you that you could touch me however you wanted.” “What if I do something wr—“ “You can’t. Think about what you would like done. Or what you liked that I just did. Or what you do to yourself. Anything. Just. Please. Touch. Me.” Clark unzipped Lex’s pants and cautiously reached inside. Lex wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Lex raised his hips so Clark could slide down the pants. They pooled at his ankles and Clark just stared. Lex was fully erect and Clark had never seen another man like that. He tentatively leaned forward and just breathed on Lex’s cock. It jumped in response. He grinned. He started to lick around the base holding Lex’s hips down to the couch so he couldn’t move. Lex was using a voice he’d never heard before to call his name. It was doing things to him. He was getting hard again. He continued to lick Lex’s cock. Running his tongue along the shaft down the head. He twirled it around the head, pausing to taste the pre-come seeping from the slit. He closed his eyes and Lex groaned and thrust his cock into Clark’s mouth. Clark gagged a bit and started to drool but didn’t pull away. Lex laced his fingers through Clark’s hair and thrust again. Clark made a noise that sounded like a moan but wasn’t quite. Lex stared down at Clark’s mouth wrapped around his cock and lost all control. He thrust as far into Clark’s mouth as he dared. Clark just took it all in and Lex thrust several more times before finally coming in Clark’s mouth. He made sounds but not any coherent words. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and Clark rested against Lex’s thigh “Merry Christmas, Lex.” “Merry Christmas, Clark” |
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