New SV WiP: Stray, 16/?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15.

So hey! This was written almost entirely on the planes (yeah, multiple) to Sweden. Which was interesting.

Mucho thanks to Bonnie, as always. Feedback would be adored.

And oh. This is probably rated R. Or something.




Lex stared at the hand held out towards him. It certainly *looked* human - but he knew looks could be deceiving. Knowing further investigation was in order, he took hold of the hand with both of his own. Touching it carefully, bending each finger individually, stroking a hand across the palm, Lex shook his head in wonder. It felt human too.

The hand - and the owner of it - showed no sign of objecting as Lex's curiousity got the better of him and he sucked a finger into his mouth.

Yup. Tasted *distinctly* human.

"Jesus!"

Releasing the hand immediately, Lex stared at Clark. They'd moved to the same sofa some time ago. "Are you all right?"

"All right?" Clark whined in frustration, flexing his hand. "You're gonna *kill* me."

Blushing dimly at how carried away he'd become, Lex smiled awkwardly. "Sorry. I guess I'm trying to figure out how you're different. How you work."

The first hour or so after that particular Clarkian revelation had been filled mostly with half abandoned sentences that'd generally ended with "-an *alien*, Clark?"

The second hour had been spent grilling Clark for information - anything and everything he knew about his heritage. There wasn't all that much that Clark actually knew, but Lex had been thrilled to discover that Clark had a spaceship.

A spaceship.

*Clark* had a *spaceship*.

Okay, so according to Clark it didn't seem to work anymore, and it was really more like a pod than an actual ship, but as far as Lex was concerned it had flown through space (space!) unaided, and that alone met more than enough criteria for it to be called a ship. Naturally, it'd been all Lex could do not to run out of the castle and head straight to the Kent storm cellar (although part of him had been horrified. The *storm cellar*? Were they just *waiting* for someone to stumble across Clark's secret?).

But at this particular moment Clark simply tipped his head to one side and smiled. "I should probably find that creepy."

"But?" Lex could definitely sense one coming, and he wasn't disappointed.

"With you it just seems," his eyes raked over every. single. inch. of Lex's body, "hot." Blushing fiercely Clark quickly looked away.

There it was again. Confidence and innocence wrapped up in one incredibly delectable wrapper. It made no sense that it worked, but this was Clark and maybe for him anything was possible. "Clark," he began quietly, "have you ever been with anyone?"

The blush darkened. "I, uh...no." Then where did that self-confidence come from? Most likely it had something to do with his upbringing. Lex could see the Kents raising a boy who was incredibly sure of himself without being arrogant. Which summed Clark up quite nicely most of the time.

"Well that puts us pretty much on even footing then." Though still somewhat terrifying it was also reassuring. He may have been in a small state of shock that he was even discussing this, but after everything else he'd learnt today talking about this really wasn't much at all.

"How is it..." Clark peeked at him again. "I mean, why is it that you've never...had sex? Has it just never happened, or is it because of your gifts?"

"A little of both?" Lex suggested. "There's never really been a good time, or much of an opportunity. Doing what I did tended to keep me away from the kind of people who might want to sleep with me for my connections. And I...I never really got close enough to anyone to want to." But then that had been deliberate.

"So..." Clark hesitated, and Lex could almost *see* him gathering the courage, "am I different?"

Did bears shit in the woods? Was the pope Catholic? Had Lex's pants been much too tight for the last two hours? "God, Clark, do you even have to ask?"

"Yes! Yes I do. I've never done this before."

"Well neither have I." Lex argued, and this was quite possibly the most bizarre conversation he'd ever had.

Clark's lips quirked upwards. "I think we're gonna be really bad at this."

Probably. But at least they were both acknowledging there *was* a 'this'. Even if nothing really happened. "I gave my word I'd protect you Clark. I'm pretty sure that didn't cover breaking the law."

"You wouldn't break the law to protect me?" Clark shot back knowingly. Maybe he was the psychic one.

"Well I doubt I'd have to break *that* law."

Clark smiled softly. "*You* kissed *me* Lex. And now you're telling me we should stay away from each other?"

Okay. Yes. He could see how someone might be confused. Or frustrated. "I'm just trying to do the right thing."

"Lex," Clark sighed fondly, as if he had to put up with this every day, "for once in your life," that hand reached out, hooking its fingers with Lex's, "do something *wrong*."

That was it. The last thread of Lex's resistance snapped so hard he was surprised it wasn't audible.

His fingers tightened around Clark's to pull them closer together, but before he could do anything else at all he was suddenly pushed back onto the sofa and covered by a six foot-something alien.

Clark had pounced him like the horny teenager he was.

Not that Lex was complaining.

It was messy, unusual and a little awkward - definitely new territory for him - but it was *nice*. They kissed slowly, languidly, learning each other's mouth's; finding how they fit together.

Lex *liked* this. It was *good*. He'd always assumed that any relationship he entered into would be an angst-ridden emotional mind fuck because of his differences, but with Clark here it was different. It was *fun*.

Breaking away for air, Lex chuckled breathlessly in delight, all too happy to arch his neck when Clark started kissing the skin there.

His hands fumbled over Clark, learning the body, looking for purchase. Clark seemed to like it when his hands found their way to his ass so he kept them there. He swiftly discovered the added advantage of this was that it brushed their groins closer together. When Clark started mindlessly rubbing against him, Lex's eyes rolled back in his head and he dragged one hand off to yank Clark's head up for a kiss.

It wasn't nice anymore because instead it was *fantastic* and his tongue met easily with Clark's and he was really really happy that he was a fast learner and yet...and yet...

He pulled away, gasping. Clark noticed immediately, regretfully lifting his kiss swollen lips away from Lex. Shit, he looked *hot*.

"Too fast?" Clark asked breathily.

Had he had enough breath left in his lungs, Lex would have laughed. "Fuck no." He muttered, taking in Clark's pleased smile...and then surprise as he shifted them until he was the one lying on top of Clark. He wanted this all right; he wanted *more*.

Kissing resumed as if it'd never stopped, the same intensity, the same drive, and he needed to be closer. Figuring leg movement would help, his left hand reached around and pulled Clark's thigh higher even as Lex's left leg moved off the couch to press most of his weight against the floor.

It was difficult, the space confined, balancing on the edge of the sofa, but when he rocked against Clark like that they both groaned loudly. He rocked again, shuddering, rubbing them against each other despite his pants and Clark's jeans and he was almost dizzy with arousal.

He'd jacked off alone plenty of times but it was nothing compared to this; the give and take, the rock of another body beneath his, and when Clark said "Fuck!" he almost came right there.

"Lex," Clark panted, one hand under his shirt, "if you don't stop I'm gonna...oh God..."

Something, somewhere, sparked in Lex's brain.

He stopped moving. His body all but howled, and he was almost certain that his dick was never talking to him again.

Had he been in the mood to appreciate it, Clark's expression would have been priceless. "Lex?"

Pulling himself up but not yet moving off of Clark, Lex's hand moved to rest on the back on the sofa. "You were right." He said, trying to find his breath. "This is too fast."

Clark's face, heavy with desire, morphed into a different mood. "Please be joking."

"Clark..."

"*Please* tell me you're joking."

"I'm not."

Groaning quite differently from just a few moments ago, Clark thudded his head back on the arm of the sofa. "*Why*?"

"Quite honestly? I don't want to have sex until we've told your parents the truth. I mean it's wrong enough as it is...but if we didn't wait it'd feel even worse." At some point in the future, his groin was going to be having some serious talks with his conscience.

"I hate you." Clark growled.

"No you don't." Lex replied affectionately. "Besides," he moved a hand until it pressed gently against Clark's chest, "nice boys don't come on the second date."

The roll of Clark's eyes was quickly followed by a frown, and Lex could guess what he was thinking. *Second* date?

"What?" Lex asked. "You think I didn't figure out the sunflower thing?"

Grinning shyly, Clark flushed a deep red. "Hey, I never claimed to be subtle."

Lex shook his head in disbelief. "How can you even blush right now?"

The blush actually deepened. "Maybe it's one of my powers."

That was right. Clark was an *alien*. Holy crap. "Come on," he said, tapping Clark's chest because he was also a teenage boy, "you have history homework to finish. And I have to devise a way now to not get turned on anytime I even *think* of history."

His life was so hard.

So to speak.

TBC