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serafina20Don't faint anyone! Or, if you feel faint, wait until I've gotten out the smelling salts. Because, look! I've *updated* Lex Luthor: Ace Reporter 2 (not actually the title). *And* I've stuck all previous parts in The Memories section of my LJ.
So. NC-17, but I punked out a bit on it. Still. Enjoy and feed the muse. If you want. If you don't want, that's cool.
And one day, I'll finish the next Lost fic. I'm making good time on COTW 48, so I'm not so worried on that. :)
"Lex," Clark whispered breathlessly, arching his back. His skin was flushed and dewy with sweat, eyes screwed tight.
Lex bunched the sheets in his fists and pushed into Clark. He groaned as Clark's tight heat squeezed over his cock. Dipping his head, he gently bit Clark's skin, picking up the pace of his thrusts as fire raced through his veins.
"Yes. Yes, harder," Clark urged Lex. His hands squeezed Lex's hips, breaking blood vessels, brining bruises to the surface.
Kissing Clark's nipple, Lex shifted and moved Clark's hips. When he thrust again, Clark's eyes flew open, entire body stiffening. "Right there," he bit out.
Lex did it again and again. His fingers, slick with sweat and lube, twisted Clark's nipples, making them pearl tighter and tighter as he pounding into Clark. His feet were braced against the wooden floor beneath them, splinters digging into his skin as he pushed, driving into the tightness that welcomed him in.
"Lex!" Clark cried out suddenly. His body convulsed, and Lex felt the sticky wetness spreading on his stomach.
He groaned himself as Clark clamped down tightly around him, stomach twisting. Oh, God, it was so good. So sweet, so perfect.
"Come on, Lex," Clark said lazily. "I want to see you come."
Lex opened his eyes. Clark was lying beneath him, eyes open and full of lust. "I love watching you move, baby. So hot. So beautiful, moving like that. Fucking me. Fucking me with your beautiful cock, having it move in and out and…"
The words stopped when Lex stuck his tongue in Clark's mouth, swallowing them. He didn't say the words *parents* as he sloppily kissed Clark, but it was definitely implied. Bad enough they were fucking frantically in their barn; they didn't need to hear what a wicked tongue Clark had.
A finger wormed its way into Lex's ass and pressed into the sensitive skin at his opening. "Shit," Lex hissed.
Clark did it again, and then squeezed around Lex's cock.
That did it. A ball of fire erupted in Lex's stomach, and, with a hoarse cry, Lex came.
Exhausted, he flopped limply on Clark. "I love you," he whispered, kissing Clark's sweaty skin.
"I love you, too." He caught Lex head and pulled him up for a kiss. "You okay for more?"
"No," Lex laughed, rolling off Clark. "Twice was enough. God, you're insatiable tonight."
"I'm always insatiable," Clark told him. He rolled on top of Lex and traced his face lovingly. "Especially for you." He touched his lips to Lex. "Did you like my surprise?"
"Yes," Lex whispered. "It was wonderful."
And just what Clark had needed. Clark's surprise had been a space of their own for the night, beautifully decorated and almost completely private. Sometime during the hours Lex had been asleep, Clark had transformed the loft into a private wonderland. Christmas lights glowed softly along the walls for the loft, and candles decorated every surface. A huge bed had been pulled in from somewhere and piled high with blankets and pillows. Clark had hung netting around the bed as well so it looked exotic and stately. Soft music played from a boom box in the corner, and a space heater warmed the space so Lex felt warm and comfortable.
Safe.
"Did you do this to seduce me, Clark?" Lex asked, kissing Clark's neck.
"Not exactly. I'd hoped that you'd be willing to be seduced once you saw it, but it wasn't my only intention. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable enough to sleep. I know how freaked out you get at the idea Mom and Dad might hear us together, even though we never do anything."
"We just did something. Twice," Lex pointed out. He wrapped his arms around Clark's neck, reveling at the feeling of sweating skin pressed against his own. Clark always ran hot and, during the summer, at least, sweated all the time, but this was different. Satisfying. They'd *worked* for this sweat, and Lex was still overly pleased at the simple fact he'd been able to perform for the first time in what felt like forever. "If you want to do something again by yourself, I can watch."
Clark laughed and licked his neck. "No, it's fine. I'd rather just hold you for awhile." He laid his head on Lex's shoulder.
Lex sighed and combed his fingers through Clark's tangled hair. "Thank you for this," he whispered. "It's perfect."
"Anything for you," was the soft reply as lips pressed into his skin.
They lay in silence for a long while, allowing the evening air and the sound of jazz to wash over them. Lex felt himself relaxing in a way he hadn't allowed himself to for quite awhile. All the pain and anguish that had been building in him over the past year started to melt and he began to think that maybe, just maybe, he would be able to kick this.
"Do you want to go shopping for rings this week?" he asked, dragging his palm down Clark's spine.
Clark lifted his head. "Do you want to?"
"Yeah, I do." He squeezed Clark's curls at the nape of his neck. "You know that I *want* to marry you, right?"
"Of course." Clark frowned, but he didn't look unhappy. Just concerned. Serious. "I've never doubted that, Lex. Not even when you were dragging your feet about saying yes. I know that it's not about what you want or don't want. It's having the confidence and self-assurance that it's the right thing. And, of course, that it's what *I* really want."
Lex nodded and rested his head against Clark's. "I don't want to doubt that you love me. I know you're not like that, and you won't make me... make me feel so much if you didn't feel it as well. But it's so hard for me to believe I deserve to be this happy."
"I know," Clark whispered. "I know."
"I was thinking," Lex said tentatively, "that maybe we should get married sooner rather than later. Maybe in a couple weeks."
Clark's expression softened. "Lex." His thumb ran down Lex's jaw. "I'm thrilled that you're happy right now. Really. Just seeing you smile and watching you relax and laugh makes me feel good. And yes, I want to get married while you're feeling good, but I want it to be after you've learned how to feel good... for longer than a weekend." His arms slid under Lex's shoulder and he held. "You just started therapy. And you're working through a lot right now, but you know that there's a lot more, too. You have a lot to talk about and to ... work with. I know that you're not always going to be in a good mood in the upcoming months, but the point of it all is to learn to how to change your thinking when you feel yourself getting caught up on the sad details. I want to wait for you to be able to do that so, just in case you wake up on the day of our wedding and there are clouds around you, you'll be able to deal with it and still have a wonderful day." He tweaked Lex's ear gently and said, "You're going to have your ups, like now, and you'll have some downs. I'm not going anywhere."
Lex sighed. "I want to do this while I'm feeling good."
"Today you feel good. You slept like ten years, you spent time with someone who's company you like, you got to eat Mom's apple pie and watch that shark show with Dad." He smiled impishly. "You just had sex with the best lover you've ever had. Of course you feel good. You might feel good for awhile yet. Or you might not. But I promise that, when we get married, you will be happy."
"What if I’m can't?"
"You will. Lex, I want to have it planned. I want invitations and flowers and friends and family all to be there. I want presents and... cake."
"Cake is good," Lex said. He licked Clark's shoulder. "Cake is very good." He closed his eyes and rested against the pillows.
Fingers brushed over his face, tracing his eyebrows, running down his temples, and caressing his cheekbones. "Lex?"
"Yes?"
"I have something I've been meaning to ... to say. To ask. Or something."
He opened his eyes. "What is it?"
Clark looked uncertain and suddenly young. His bangs fell over his eyes and he worried his lower lip. "I... I want you to tell Dr. Pascal about that thing you do."
"What thing?"
"Your detective thing. How you can look at someone and just tell everything about them. Read their life and their story and... and what's going on with them at the moment. That thing that makes you such a fantastic reporter."
He sighed, rolling away from Clark. He should have known that the good mood was too good to be true. "I can't do it anymore," he said softly, gazing at a candle across the room.
Clark's body pressed behind his, one arm resting across Lex's chest and pulling him back. "Of course you can." He kissed the tip of Lex's ear. "It's your talent."
"It's gone now."
"Do you want to know what I think?"
"You're going to tell me no matter what I say," Lex pointed out. But he did want to know.
"I think it must be overwhelming. To always see so much. To know when someone just cheated on their partner, or that someone's parents just died. To be able to walk in a room of strangers and after five minutes, know more about them than they're probably willing to admit to themselves. I've seen you do it, Lex. You look at people and gather their stories to you without even thinking about it. Without realizing you're doing it. You've been doing it for so long, and you're so good at it, you just let all the information seep into you."
"So?"
"So, I think that's part of your problem. You wear yourself out just by living. And I think that Dr. Pascal should know, because I imagine it gets very... depressing to be so worn out all the time."
"Speaks the voice of experience," Lex whispered, throat dry.
Clark kissed his neck. "It's true. When I can't block the world out, when I hear every cry of distress and every... happy laugh and everything both bad and good in the world, I feel like I'm going crazy. I feel as if I'm being pulled in a million different directions and being worked over and kicked to death. And it feels as if my mind will never settle down and I'll never be calm again. I know what it's like, Lex, and I know how tiring it can be. You need to learn to block out the world, or you'll never be happy."
"I'm happy right now," Lex said.
"Good." Clark caressed his arm, massaging the muscle gently. "I'm glad. I want you to be happy. I want you always to be happy, but we're alone right now. And you don't have to ... work at reading me anymore. We know each other well enough for it to be natural for you to seep me in, but even I can sometimes be that straw. And I don't want to be."
Lex squeezed his eyes shut. "Clark," he whispered. He swallowed. "If I lose my ... If I can't look at people anymore and see their story, I won't be the same man."
Clark found Lex's hands. Lacing their fingers together, he squeezed Lex's hand tightly. "I'm not saying you should turn it off, Lex. It's too much a part of who you are. I don't want you to lose anything by going to therapy. I want you to gain. I want you to get yourself back. There has to be a way for you to be able to use it selectively. And I mean, without dulling yourself with drugs. To just... turn if off at times when you're not working or it gets overwhelming. And then, when you need it, to use your gift to get the story." He rolled Lex onto his back and kissed him. "Please tell her."
He sighed. "It can't hurt."
"No, it can't. Even if she can't do anything to help, it can't hurt."
"I'll tell her." And he meant it. It might take some convincing, of course, and even then, Lex didn't know if there was anything she could do. Although it was something that Lex had honed after he'd become a reporter, he been able to read people his entire life. And Clark had been right. He *had* used drugs to try and dull his mind. "I, uh, actually was able to read Lana today. Sort of."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. When we were talking about Derek, I could tell she wanted to reveal some secret. For a second, I," he laughed, "I thought she was going to tell me that she was a lesbian."
Clark laughed. "Well. She actually did experiment in college, but it wasn't for her."
"With Chloe, right?" Lex asked.
Clark frowned. "Um, well, yeah. How did you know?"
"We talked about her. Lana and I. She asked if we were going to have kids. I mentioned that I knew you had a surrogate lined up, and she got..."
"Testy," Clark finished.
"Yeah. So, they had an affair?"
"Well. Chloe did a story on the Gay and Lesbian center and met a girl. They started hanging out a lot, and Lana got. Well, like Lana gets. She was jealous and bitchy. Finally, Chloe asked her what was going on, Lana told her that she thought she might be in love with Chloe. Chloe... knew a good thing when she saw it. You know Lana. She's wonderful and sweet and... gorgeous. Plus, at the moment, she was a sure thing whereas the girl from the center wasn't, so, Chloe went for it. She and Lana tried to have sex, only Lana wasn't into it because, well, she's not really gay."
"I thought Chloe was hot. Why would it be a problem?"
Clark shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I guess I do. I honestly don't find women all that sexually attractive. I've tried a couple times, but mostly got through it by thinking of guys. I just think that Lana couldn't relax enough and, no matter what Chloe did, she couldn't get aroused. Chloe wasn't what she really wanted, so it didn't work."
"Is that why Chloe finally left?"
"It was partly that and partly because I told her my secret around then. After I left high school, I traveled Europe and Asia. She'd tracked my progress across the continents by the reports about me. It was about my fourth month into my travels when I was called to the Fortress and started my transformation into Superman. The more I learned from the AI, the more daring I became with my rescues and things in Europe. She figured it out, and when I came visit her, she asked me about it."
"And when you told her?"
"She decided she couldn't... couldn’t be a journalist anywhere near me knowing the truth. She got why it had to be a secret, but she was afraid that she'd screw up. So she left."
"Did she go intending to become a private investigator?"
Clark shook his head. "She didn't know what she was going to do. She was just planning on getting her degree in something. Then she got a job at the place she's working at now and loved it." He kissed Lex's breastbone. "It wasn't until a few years ago that she offered to be a surrogate."
"Are you going to take her up on it?"
"That's up to you." He pressed his lips into Lex's. "I only want children if you do, Lex. I only want what you want."
"That's not true," Lex whispered. He touched Clark's eyelashes with a finger very gently. "I mean, if it were, it'd be wrong. You can't want only what I want. We could never be happy if you did."
Clark sighed and nodded, taking Lex's hand. "Okay. Okay, so maybe you're right. Maybe I do want things that you don’t want. Or aren't sure you want. But I do know this. In order for me to be happy, I need you by my side." He kissed Lex's hand. "And the rest we can deal with. Because that's what married couples do."
"I'm going to fuck up. I had the worst example in the world while you had the best." He could feel the maudlin mood creeping over him.
Clark rolled on top of him and kissed him deeply. "Doesn't matter," he whispered, capturing Lex's mouth again. "It doesn't matter because you try so hard at life and at loving me."
"Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done," Lex whispered, wrapping his legs around Clark. "No matter how many times I get scared, I never stop falling in love with you more and more every day."
"Yeah," Clark whispered, lightly nipping Lex's ear. "Me too."
TBC....
So. NC-17, but I punked out a bit on it. Still. Enjoy and feed the muse. If you want. If you don't want, that's cool.
And one day, I'll finish the next Lost fic. I'm making good time on COTW 48, so I'm not so worried on that. :)
"Lex," Clark whispered breathlessly, arching his back. His skin was flushed and dewy with sweat, eyes screwed tight.
Lex bunched the sheets in his fists and pushed into Clark. He groaned as Clark's tight heat squeezed over his cock. Dipping his head, he gently bit Clark's skin, picking up the pace of his thrusts as fire raced through his veins.
"Yes. Yes, harder," Clark urged Lex. His hands squeezed Lex's hips, breaking blood vessels, brining bruises to the surface.
Kissing Clark's nipple, Lex shifted and moved Clark's hips. When he thrust again, Clark's eyes flew open, entire body stiffening. "Right there," he bit out.
Lex did it again and again. His fingers, slick with sweat and lube, twisted Clark's nipples, making them pearl tighter and tighter as he pounding into Clark. His feet were braced against the wooden floor beneath them, splinters digging into his skin as he pushed, driving into the tightness that welcomed him in.
"Lex!" Clark cried out suddenly. His body convulsed, and Lex felt the sticky wetness spreading on his stomach.
He groaned himself as Clark clamped down tightly around him, stomach twisting. Oh, God, it was so good. So sweet, so perfect.
"Come on, Lex," Clark said lazily. "I want to see you come."
Lex opened his eyes. Clark was lying beneath him, eyes open and full of lust. "I love watching you move, baby. So hot. So beautiful, moving like that. Fucking me. Fucking me with your beautiful cock, having it move in and out and…"
The words stopped when Lex stuck his tongue in Clark's mouth, swallowing them. He didn't say the words *parents* as he sloppily kissed Clark, but it was definitely implied. Bad enough they were fucking frantically in their barn; they didn't need to hear what a wicked tongue Clark had.
A finger wormed its way into Lex's ass and pressed into the sensitive skin at his opening. "Shit," Lex hissed.
Clark did it again, and then squeezed around Lex's cock.
That did it. A ball of fire erupted in Lex's stomach, and, with a hoarse cry, Lex came.
Exhausted, he flopped limply on Clark. "I love you," he whispered, kissing Clark's sweaty skin.
"I love you, too." He caught Lex head and pulled him up for a kiss. "You okay for more?"
"No," Lex laughed, rolling off Clark. "Twice was enough. God, you're insatiable tonight."
"I'm always insatiable," Clark told him. He rolled on top of Lex and traced his face lovingly. "Especially for you." He touched his lips to Lex. "Did you like my surprise?"
"Yes," Lex whispered. "It was wonderful."
And just what Clark had needed. Clark's surprise had been a space of their own for the night, beautifully decorated and almost completely private. Sometime during the hours Lex had been asleep, Clark had transformed the loft into a private wonderland. Christmas lights glowed softly along the walls for the loft, and candles decorated every surface. A huge bed had been pulled in from somewhere and piled high with blankets and pillows. Clark had hung netting around the bed as well so it looked exotic and stately. Soft music played from a boom box in the corner, and a space heater warmed the space so Lex felt warm and comfortable.
Safe.
"Did you do this to seduce me, Clark?" Lex asked, kissing Clark's neck.
"Not exactly. I'd hoped that you'd be willing to be seduced once you saw it, but it wasn't my only intention. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable enough to sleep. I know how freaked out you get at the idea Mom and Dad might hear us together, even though we never do anything."
"We just did something. Twice," Lex pointed out. He wrapped his arms around Clark's neck, reveling at the feeling of sweating skin pressed against his own. Clark always ran hot and, during the summer, at least, sweated all the time, but this was different. Satisfying. They'd *worked* for this sweat, and Lex was still overly pleased at the simple fact he'd been able to perform for the first time in what felt like forever. "If you want to do something again by yourself, I can watch."
Clark laughed and licked his neck. "No, it's fine. I'd rather just hold you for awhile." He laid his head on Lex's shoulder.
Lex sighed and combed his fingers through Clark's tangled hair. "Thank you for this," he whispered. "It's perfect."
"Anything for you," was the soft reply as lips pressed into his skin.
They lay in silence for a long while, allowing the evening air and the sound of jazz to wash over them. Lex felt himself relaxing in a way he hadn't allowed himself to for quite awhile. All the pain and anguish that had been building in him over the past year started to melt and he began to think that maybe, just maybe, he would be able to kick this.
"Do you want to go shopping for rings this week?" he asked, dragging his palm down Clark's spine.
Clark lifted his head. "Do you want to?"
"Yeah, I do." He squeezed Clark's curls at the nape of his neck. "You know that I *want* to marry you, right?"
"Of course." Clark frowned, but he didn't look unhappy. Just concerned. Serious. "I've never doubted that, Lex. Not even when you were dragging your feet about saying yes. I know that it's not about what you want or don't want. It's having the confidence and self-assurance that it's the right thing. And, of course, that it's what *I* really want."
Lex nodded and rested his head against Clark's. "I don't want to doubt that you love me. I know you're not like that, and you won't make me... make me feel so much if you didn't feel it as well. But it's so hard for me to believe I deserve to be this happy."
"I know," Clark whispered. "I know."
"I was thinking," Lex said tentatively, "that maybe we should get married sooner rather than later. Maybe in a couple weeks."
Clark's expression softened. "Lex." His thumb ran down Lex's jaw. "I'm thrilled that you're happy right now. Really. Just seeing you smile and watching you relax and laugh makes me feel good. And yes, I want to get married while you're feeling good, but I want it to be after you've learned how to feel good... for longer than a weekend." His arms slid under Lex's shoulder and he held. "You just started therapy. And you're working through a lot right now, but you know that there's a lot more, too. You have a lot to talk about and to ... work with. I know that you're not always going to be in a good mood in the upcoming months, but the point of it all is to learn to how to change your thinking when you feel yourself getting caught up on the sad details. I want to wait for you to be able to do that so, just in case you wake up on the day of our wedding and there are clouds around you, you'll be able to deal with it and still have a wonderful day." He tweaked Lex's ear gently and said, "You're going to have your ups, like now, and you'll have some downs. I'm not going anywhere."
Lex sighed. "I want to do this while I'm feeling good."
"Today you feel good. You slept like ten years, you spent time with someone who's company you like, you got to eat Mom's apple pie and watch that shark show with Dad." He smiled impishly. "You just had sex with the best lover you've ever had. Of course you feel good. You might feel good for awhile yet. Or you might not. But I promise that, when we get married, you will be happy."
"What if I’m can't?"
"You will. Lex, I want to have it planned. I want invitations and flowers and friends and family all to be there. I want presents and... cake."
"Cake is good," Lex said. He licked Clark's shoulder. "Cake is very good." He closed his eyes and rested against the pillows.
Fingers brushed over his face, tracing his eyebrows, running down his temples, and caressing his cheekbones. "Lex?"
"Yes?"
"I have something I've been meaning to ... to say. To ask. Or something."
He opened his eyes. "What is it?"
Clark looked uncertain and suddenly young. His bangs fell over his eyes and he worried his lower lip. "I... I want you to tell Dr. Pascal about that thing you do."
"What thing?"
"Your detective thing. How you can look at someone and just tell everything about them. Read their life and their story and... and what's going on with them at the moment. That thing that makes you such a fantastic reporter."
He sighed, rolling away from Clark. He should have known that the good mood was too good to be true. "I can't do it anymore," he said softly, gazing at a candle across the room.
Clark's body pressed behind his, one arm resting across Lex's chest and pulling him back. "Of course you can." He kissed the tip of Lex's ear. "It's your talent."
"It's gone now."
"Do you want to know what I think?"
"You're going to tell me no matter what I say," Lex pointed out. But he did want to know.
"I think it must be overwhelming. To always see so much. To know when someone just cheated on their partner, or that someone's parents just died. To be able to walk in a room of strangers and after five minutes, know more about them than they're probably willing to admit to themselves. I've seen you do it, Lex. You look at people and gather their stories to you without even thinking about it. Without realizing you're doing it. You've been doing it for so long, and you're so good at it, you just let all the information seep into you."
"So?"
"So, I think that's part of your problem. You wear yourself out just by living. And I think that Dr. Pascal should know, because I imagine it gets very... depressing to be so worn out all the time."
"Speaks the voice of experience," Lex whispered, throat dry.
Clark kissed his neck. "It's true. When I can't block the world out, when I hear every cry of distress and every... happy laugh and everything both bad and good in the world, I feel like I'm going crazy. I feel as if I'm being pulled in a million different directions and being worked over and kicked to death. And it feels as if my mind will never settle down and I'll never be calm again. I know what it's like, Lex, and I know how tiring it can be. You need to learn to block out the world, or you'll never be happy."
"I'm happy right now," Lex said.
"Good." Clark caressed his arm, massaging the muscle gently. "I'm glad. I want you to be happy. I want you always to be happy, but we're alone right now. And you don't have to ... work at reading me anymore. We know each other well enough for it to be natural for you to seep me in, but even I can sometimes be that straw. And I don't want to be."
Lex squeezed his eyes shut. "Clark," he whispered. He swallowed. "If I lose my ... If I can't look at people anymore and see their story, I won't be the same man."
Clark found Lex's hands. Lacing their fingers together, he squeezed Lex's hand tightly. "I'm not saying you should turn it off, Lex. It's too much a part of who you are. I don't want you to lose anything by going to therapy. I want you to gain. I want you to get yourself back. There has to be a way for you to be able to use it selectively. And I mean, without dulling yourself with drugs. To just... turn if off at times when you're not working or it gets overwhelming. And then, when you need it, to use your gift to get the story." He rolled Lex onto his back and kissed him. "Please tell her."
He sighed. "It can't hurt."
"No, it can't. Even if she can't do anything to help, it can't hurt."
"I'll tell her." And he meant it. It might take some convincing, of course, and even then, Lex didn't know if there was anything she could do. Although it was something that Lex had honed after he'd become a reporter, he been able to read people his entire life. And Clark had been right. He *had* used drugs to try and dull his mind. "I, uh, actually was able to read Lana today. Sort of."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. When we were talking about Derek, I could tell she wanted to reveal some secret. For a second, I," he laughed, "I thought she was going to tell me that she was a lesbian."
Clark laughed. "Well. She actually did experiment in college, but it wasn't for her."
"With Chloe, right?" Lex asked.
Clark frowned. "Um, well, yeah. How did you know?"
"We talked about her. Lana and I. She asked if we were going to have kids. I mentioned that I knew you had a surrogate lined up, and she got..."
"Testy," Clark finished.
"Yeah. So, they had an affair?"
"Well. Chloe did a story on the Gay and Lesbian center and met a girl. They started hanging out a lot, and Lana got. Well, like Lana gets. She was jealous and bitchy. Finally, Chloe asked her what was going on, Lana told her that she thought she might be in love with Chloe. Chloe... knew a good thing when she saw it. You know Lana. She's wonderful and sweet and... gorgeous. Plus, at the moment, she was a sure thing whereas the girl from the center wasn't, so, Chloe went for it. She and Lana tried to have sex, only Lana wasn't into it because, well, she's not really gay."
"I thought Chloe was hot. Why would it be a problem?"
Clark shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I guess I do. I honestly don't find women all that sexually attractive. I've tried a couple times, but mostly got through it by thinking of guys. I just think that Lana couldn't relax enough and, no matter what Chloe did, she couldn't get aroused. Chloe wasn't what she really wanted, so it didn't work."
"Is that why Chloe finally left?"
"It was partly that and partly because I told her my secret around then. After I left high school, I traveled Europe and Asia. She'd tracked my progress across the continents by the reports about me. It was about my fourth month into my travels when I was called to the Fortress and started my transformation into Superman. The more I learned from the AI, the more daring I became with my rescues and things in Europe. She figured it out, and when I came visit her, she asked me about it."
"And when you told her?"
"She decided she couldn't... couldn’t be a journalist anywhere near me knowing the truth. She got why it had to be a secret, but she was afraid that she'd screw up. So she left."
"Did she go intending to become a private investigator?"
Clark shook his head. "She didn't know what she was going to do. She was just planning on getting her degree in something. Then she got a job at the place she's working at now and loved it." He kissed Lex's breastbone. "It wasn't until a few years ago that she offered to be a surrogate."
"Are you going to take her up on it?"
"That's up to you." He pressed his lips into Lex's. "I only want children if you do, Lex. I only want what you want."
"That's not true," Lex whispered. He touched Clark's eyelashes with a finger very gently. "I mean, if it were, it'd be wrong. You can't want only what I want. We could never be happy if you did."
Clark sighed and nodded, taking Lex's hand. "Okay. Okay, so maybe you're right. Maybe I do want things that you don’t want. Or aren't sure you want. But I do know this. In order for me to be happy, I need you by my side." He kissed Lex's hand. "And the rest we can deal with. Because that's what married couples do."
"I'm going to fuck up. I had the worst example in the world while you had the best." He could feel the maudlin mood creeping over him.
Clark rolled on top of him and kissed him deeply. "Doesn't matter," he whispered, capturing Lex's mouth again. "It doesn't matter because you try so hard at life and at loving me."
"Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done," Lex whispered, wrapping his legs around Clark. "No matter how many times I get scared, I never stop falling in love with you more and more every day."
"Yeah," Clark whispered, lightly nipping Lex's ear. "Me too."
TBC....
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Date: 2004-11-28 02:15 pm (UTC)*bounces*
That was brilliant. I love these two SO much. I really liked the little bit of backstory you gave us about Chloe and Lana... and Clark is so sweet. *happy sigh*
*snuggles you tight*
Love you.
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Date: 2004-11-28 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-28 02:49 pm (UTC)I'm looking forward to Lex and Chloe meeting, and to seeing her character in the context of this story. I hope she appears here sometime. It almost seems like that's going to have to happen in LLAR3. :) Or, that this is going to be a HUGE story!
I'm glad that Lex called Clark on his tendency to be a little too accomodating--"I only want what you want." That was very perceptive of Lex.
Thanks for the update!
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Date: 2004-11-28 06:05 pm (UTC)We'll see. :)
And sex! Sex is good!
Sex is very good. Lex needed to get laid. :P
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Date: 2004-11-28 03:19 pm (UTC)LLAR 2!!
I just love Lex when he's happy. He deserves some more of that in his life.
*cuddles the boys*
*cuddles you*
Thank you for the update, hon!
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Date: 2004-11-28 06:07 pm (UTC)I love Lex when he's happy, too. He needs to be happy all the time. Of coruse, then there'd be no story.
*cuddles you back*
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Date: 2004-11-28 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-28 06:08 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!!
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Date: 2004-11-29 10:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-28 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-28 06:10 pm (UTC)Lovely icon. :)
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Date: 2004-11-28 05:20 pm (UTC)*happy sigh*
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Date: 2004-11-28 06:12 pm (UTC)Oh, new LLAR 2
Date: 2004-11-28 06:58 pm (UTC)Thank you for posting this.
*happy sigh*
{{hugs}}
ETA - Heh, I can spell, surrrrre. *g*
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Date: 2004-11-29 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-28 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-29 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-28 09:33 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2004-11-29 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-29 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-29 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-29 04:57 am (UTC)That was so very good!
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Date: 2004-11-29 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-29 07:46 am (UTC)Loved what Clark did to the loft and his reasonings for waiting for the wedding. I love that Lex is slowly healing and coming to terms with his depression. I love that Lex is comfortable enough with Clark to contradict him (the whole "I mean, if it were, it'd be wrong. You can't want only what I want. We could never be happy if you did.") WONDERFUL insight from Lex.
I can't WAIT to see where this goes next. Morgan Edge, Chloe, the wedding, Lex's GIFT (and talking to his therapist about it). SO much to explore... and you do it SO WELL.
thank you so much for sharing,
the kendermouse
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Date: 2004-11-29 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-29 03:21 pm (UTC)sex was so hot *G*
and your clark i cool and lex is woobie...love you---lol
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Date: 2004-11-29 06:11 pm (UTC)