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Clark sighed in contentment, leaning back against the jets of Lex's bathtub. "This is what I've been needing all day," he said, eyes falling shut. "Do you think that, instead of a new course of study at school, they'll just let me replace gym with bath time with Lex?"
"Oh, yeah." Lex's voice was exquisitely dry. He ran his foot up Clark's leg, toes curling deliciously as it inched up the slick skin. "They'll love that idea. Of course, it won't be as fun once I move into my new home."
"Our new home," Clark corrected, catching Lex's foot. "And you'll just have to move this over." He pressed his thumb into the sole. "Just don't bring the mural."
He laughed, glancing up at the covered mosaic above their heads. "But that's the best part."
"I like your new design." Clark looked up and smiled. Lex had painted a picture of what he assured Clark was them cuddling on the bed with Athena. Athena was bigger than the two of them combined, and her white paw pretty much covered all of Clark's face.
Clark had pointed out that it was actually a painting of Lex and Athena cuddling on Clark, but Lex had insisted the blue part was actually the bed.
"You know," Lex said, relaxing into the foot massage. "I might just stick to something simple. Like, no nouveau riche crap this place is full of. More... farm house-y. Kentish, even."
He lifted his head, still holding Lex's foot. "You wouldn't be happy in a house my grandmother designed."
"You mean Martha didn't do it?"
"She did some. But mostly, they just updated the furniture and stuff as the old stuff wore out. And she kept it as true to the original as she could. But, Lex, it isn't you."
"I'm not saying I'd do an exact replica. And I'm not saying I'm getting rid of my entertainment system, if that's what you're worried about," Lex added. "I'm simply saying that... Well, to tell you the truth, the fact that Dad's always been so very new money-ish has always been sort of a sore spot with me. Mom came from old money, but Dad... flaunted like power was going out of style. It's embarrassing." He shrugged and lifted his arms out of the water, resting them on the edge of the tub. "Besides, I want as little of Dad in our new house as possible."
"I understand that. I just... I don't want you to go overboard and wind up with a house you hate."
Lex rolled his eyes. "You're just saying all this so you don't lose the tub."
"That's right, Lex. My sole interest in your toys. Especially your tub. I mean, hell, Lex, with a tub like this, you could have blond hair, brown eyes, and acne scars and I'd fuck you."
He snorted. "That's good to know."
Clark smiled and brought his other hand to Lex's foot. Massaging it, he added, "Actually, for just your entrainment system alone, I might blow you."
"Ah, sarcastic Clark is back," Lex said. He groaned as Clark increased the pressure on his foot, head falling back.
"And," Clark continued in a low voice, sliding across the tub and massaging up Lex's leg. "If you were to bring the television in here, so we could soak and watch movies at the same time, then I'd be with you even if your dick were the size of a French Fry."
"Lovely image there. Quite tantalizing. Your ability to manipulate words is really growing there."
"I said *if*, Lex," Clark pointed out, laughter in his chest. He ran his hand up Lex's inner thigh and curled his fingers around his cock. "I'd say that you're easily as big as a Polish sausage."
Lex snorted and splashed water at Clark. "Stop comparing my dick to food, asshole."
He released Lex and sent an answering torrent of water back at Lex. "It's a good comparison!" he said. "After all, you're so good to eat." He splashed again.
"Polish sausage is the most disgusting food on the face of the earth." Lex sent a huge wave at Clark, splashing him in the face.
"No, peas are. And you definitely are bigger than a peapod."
With a roar, Lex launched himself at Clark. The relaxing bath dissolved into a full out war. Bubbles and water flew everywhere and Clark was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. He finally managed to grab Lex's slick body and pin him against the side of the tub.
"Cheating," Lex laughed breathlessly.
"Victory," Clark replied. He smiled. eyes focusing on Lex's lips. "And to the victor..."
Lex returned his smiled and parted his lips, tilting his head back. Clark kissed him slowly, carefully exploring all of Lex's mouth until his head was spinning and every nerve ending stood on end.
"Definitely better than a Polish sausage," he whispered when they broke apart.
Lex just laughed shakily and melted against him. "I'm so glad you came back to me," he said, lips brushing over Clark's face. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Clark wrapped his arms around Lex and leaned back against the tub. Lex curled into Clark's lap, resting his head in the crook of Clark's neck, eyes falling shut.
"I'm sure you'd be fine."
"No. I don't think I would be." He pressed a kiss into Clark's neck. "I'd make all the wrong decisions because I'd be too wrapped up with the idea that I have to be some great man. Greater than my father. Because, without you, I never would have realized that he isn't a great man at all." Lex lifted his head. "Do you feel better?"
"Than?"
He smiled. "You felt this morning? Or this weekend."
"You mean after talking with Dr. Carvey," Clark said, understanding dawning. He leaned his head against the wall and stroked lightly up and down Lex's spine. "I do, I guess. Not, like, all better or anything. I mean, I still have issues. Anger and everything. But I feel better. Like, I've been drained or something."
Lex lifted his head. There was a serious expression on his face, but a mischievous look lurked in his eyes. "Clark, did a vampiric psychologist suck all your bad feelings away?"
Clark splashed him. "Weren't you listening, moron? I said they aren't all gone yet." He licked a drop of water off Lex's cheek. "Sometimes, I feel like I don't do anything but talk about what happened. And I'm sick of it. I feel like... like it controls everything in my life, and it shouldn't. But sometimes, you know, I guess I need to talk. To a stranger, though. Someone who doesn't look sad and upset or feel guilty about what happened."
"I agree." Lex touched his face gently. "But don't think you can't still talk to me, okay? I know I've already apologized for what I said..."
"Lex."
"No, let me finish." Lex sat up and settled himself on Clark's thighs, arms draped over his shoulders. "I'm really sorry about even implying that any of it was your fault. It wasn't. I don't think or believe it was. Yes, a part of me is still horribly self-loathing enough to feel some twisted sort of anger at you for saving my life. But that doesn't mean I feel that you had any culpability in my dad laying his filthy hands on you."
"And this declaration," Clark said, putting his hands on Lex's back under the water. "Does it have anything to do with the fact that Reynolds basically blamed me and you don't want to be, in any way, associated with him?"
Lex's ears turned red and his cheeks colored. "He's changed. When I was your age, he was much more open minded and professional."
"Either that or he was just so much the polar opposite of Lionel that you couldn't help but worship him."
"Maybe." Lex tugged at Clark's hair fretfully. "And how sad is that? And what if the reason I love your family so much is because they're not Dad?"
"It's not wrong to love people that love you back, Lex." Clark kissed him. "Just because Reynolds didn't respect you the way you wanted him to, doesn't mean no one will. Or does. I mean, most of the town has a lot of respect for you. I've known that since summer, but think about it. If they didn't respect you, you would have been raked over the coals over what happened. But they protected us. And didn't hassle you today. That's something."
"Yeah."
"And you know that Mom's ready to adopt you. It would make things kind of weird between the two of us, but she'd love you for the rest of your life." He kissed Lex's right cheek, then traced over the bone with his thumb as he kissed the left. "Dad's come way around about you, too," he whispered. He kissed the tip of Lex's nose. "He sees what I see when I look at you."
"Um, I really hope not."
Clark grabbed a hunk of skin on Lex's bottom and twisted.
"Owe. Owe, owe, owe, owe, owe!" Lex writhed on Clark's lap, trying to get away.
Quickly, Clark changed to tickling.
"Clark!" Lex all but shrieked. He thrashed in the water, getting Clark in the face as he tried to escape. "Oh, God, oh *God*, Clark! St-stop!"
"Will you stop being such a little bitch if I stop?"
Lex twisted in his arms, but Clark got hold of him, continuing to tickle. "Come on, Lex."
"Okay! Okay," Lex finally shouted, arching his back and laughing hard enough that tears were gathering under his eyelashes. "I'll stop."
"Stop what?" He ran his finger tips up and down Lex's ribs in a way that made Lex squirm and squeak in his arms.
"Claarrrk!"
"You'll stop what, Lex?" He tickled Lex's armpits, causing him to shriek loudly. The sound echoed off the tiled walls.
"I'll stop being a little bitch," Lex practically sobbed.
"Good." Clark stopped tickling and kissed the nape of Lex's neck. "Now, as I was saying, Dad respects you, too. So you don't need Reynolds. Got it?"
Lex sagged against him, gasping for breath. "Got it."
He nuzzled Lex's neck. "Now, about our new house. We'll do the inside together, all right? We'll make sure it's not all cheap or nouveau riche or whatever, but it doesn't have to be exactly like my parents' house. We can make it ours."
"Yeah," Lex said, turning in Clark's arms. "But I've seen what you do with money, Clark. You've got crap taste. You bought a bunch of toys with my credit card like any new money does."
Clark rolled his eyes. "Only in the first flush of wealth. And I was high. But you've got to admit, my clothes were pretty nice."
There was a gleam in Lex's eyes and he ran his eyes over Clark's body. "You know, I'd kind of like to get those clothes dirty sometime. You wearing them, me, wearing nothing."
"But a collar," Clark whispered against Lex's neck. "I like that idea."
Lex's cell phone rang.
"Hold that thought?"
Clark sighed but nodded, moving over to the edge of the tub so Lex could grab his phone.
"Hello?" Lex immediately rolled his eyes, a look of extreme annoyance washing over his face. "Hi Dad."
"Hang up," Clark mouthed, but Lex shook his head and mouthed back, "This won't take long."
Frustrated, Clark opened the bond between them, shamelessly listening in to the conversation. If he could, he'd speak through Lex to tell Lionel off, but, as far as he knew, he couldn't. Even if he could, that kind of power was a little scary to contemplate and best left unexplored.
"You didn't come in for work today," Lionel was saying in that oily slick voice of his. "I spoke to the manager of the plant and he said you didn't eve deign to call in."
"I'm sorry, Dad," Lex said insincerely. "I thought you understood. I no longer work for you."
There was a beat, as if Lionel was actually taken off guard. But when he spoke, his voice was the same as before. "Is that so. Really, Lex. You needn't be so childish about this. You lost your company, it happens. Coming back to work for LuthorCorp isn't something to be ashamed of."
"I would take issue with that statement," Lex responded. He took Clark's hand and twined their fingers together. "I can't imagine anything more shameful than working for a man who has done nothing but abuse and torment me in his quest to control every aspect of my life."
Lionel sighed. "Lex, Lex, Lex, please. I haven't time for your histrionics. Everything I have ever done was to make you a strong man ready to deal with the realities of life."
"Uh-huh. And now I am ready, Dad. So ready that I've decided to live life the way I want to."
"You mean with that cheap tramp of a farmboy as a pet?"
It was Clark's turn to roll his eyes, although his stomach twisted slightly.
"Dad, don't."
"There's a lot you don't know about your supposedly innocent Clark Kent. I have it on good authority that last weekend he was seen going into the private office of a well known connoisseur of pretty young boys."
Lex met Clark's eyes and raised an eyebrow.
Clark blushed miserably and nodded, lowering his eyes.
"Furthermore," Lionel continued, "rumor has it young Mr. Kent behaved rather wantonly while in this office and was quite disheveled when he came out."
"Dad," Lex said, cupping Clark's chin. "What Clark did this weekend was none of your business. And considering I wasn't exactly a model citizen myself, I have no place to judge." He leaned forward, eyes locked on Clark as he said, "I love him, and I know that I always come first."
Clark smiled and leaned forward to kiss Lex. Both missed whatever it was that Lionel said next, but when they broke apart, Lex said, "I'm going back to school, Dad. I haven't decided on a course of study yet, but be assured that it will be one of my choosing, not yours. Good-bye."
"Lex? Lex!"
Lex hung up and tossed the phone aside. "Come here, farmboy," he all but growled as he climbed back onto Clark's lap.
Clark did as he was told.
One more part should do it, I think. Coolio.
Clark sighed in contentment, leaning back against the jets of Lex's bathtub. "This is what I've been needing all day," he said, eyes falling shut. "Do you think that, instead of a new course of study at school, they'll just let me replace gym with bath time with Lex?"
"Oh, yeah." Lex's voice was exquisitely dry. He ran his foot up Clark's leg, toes curling deliciously as it inched up the slick skin. "They'll love that idea. Of course, it won't be as fun once I move into my new home."
"Our new home," Clark corrected, catching Lex's foot. "And you'll just have to move this over." He pressed his thumb into the sole. "Just don't bring the mural."
He laughed, glancing up at the covered mosaic above their heads. "But that's the best part."
"I like your new design." Clark looked up and smiled. Lex had painted a picture of what he assured Clark was them cuddling on the bed with Athena. Athena was bigger than the two of them combined, and her white paw pretty much covered all of Clark's face.
Clark had pointed out that it was actually a painting of Lex and Athena cuddling on Clark, but Lex had insisted the blue part was actually the bed.
"You know," Lex said, relaxing into the foot massage. "I might just stick to something simple. Like, no nouveau riche crap this place is full of. More... farm house-y. Kentish, even."
He lifted his head, still holding Lex's foot. "You wouldn't be happy in a house my grandmother designed."
"You mean Martha didn't do it?"
"She did some. But mostly, they just updated the furniture and stuff as the old stuff wore out. And she kept it as true to the original as she could. But, Lex, it isn't you."
"I'm not saying I'd do an exact replica. And I'm not saying I'm getting rid of my entertainment system, if that's what you're worried about," Lex added. "I'm simply saying that... Well, to tell you the truth, the fact that Dad's always been so very new money-ish has always been sort of a sore spot with me. Mom came from old money, but Dad... flaunted like power was going out of style. It's embarrassing." He shrugged and lifted his arms out of the water, resting them on the edge of the tub. "Besides, I want as little of Dad in our new house as possible."
"I understand that. I just... I don't want you to go overboard and wind up with a house you hate."
Lex rolled his eyes. "You're just saying all this so you don't lose the tub."
"That's right, Lex. My sole interest in your toys. Especially your tub. I mean, hell, Lex, with a tub like this, you could have blond hair, brown eyes, and acne scars and I'd fuck you."
He snorted. "That's good to know."
Clark smiled and brought his other hand to Lex's foot. Massaging it, he added, "Actually, for just your entrainment system alone, I might blow you."
"Ah, sarcastic Clark is back," Lex said. He groaned as Clark increased the pressure on his foot, head falling back.
"And," Clark continued in a low voice, sliding across the tub and massaging up Lex's leg. "If you were to bring the television in here, so we could soak and watch movies at the same time, then I'd be with you even if your dick were the size of a French Fry."
"Lovely image there. Quite tantalizing. Your ability to manipulate words is really growing there."
"I said *if*, Lex," Clark pointed out, laughter in his chest. He ran his hand up Lex's inner thigh and curled his fingers around his cock. "I'd say that you're easily as big as a Polish sausage."
Lex snorted and splashed water at Clark. "Stop comparing my dick to food, asshole."
He released Lex and sent an answering torrent of water back at Lex. "It's a good comparison!" he said. "After all, you're so good to eat." He splashed again.
"Polish sausage is the most disgusting food on the face of the earth." Lex sent a huge wave at Clark, splashing him in the face.
"No, peas are. And you definitely are bigger than a peapod."
With a roar, Lex launched himself at Clark. The relaxing bath dissolved into a full out war. Bubbles and water flew everywhere and Clark was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. He finally managed to grab Lex's slick body and pin him against the side of the tub.
"Cheating," Lex laughed breathlessly.
"Victory," Clark replied. He smiled. eyes focusing on Lex's lips. "And to the victor..."
Lex returned his smiled and parted his lips, tilting his head back. Clark kissed him slowly, carefully exploring all of Lex's mouth until his head was spinning and every nerve ending stood on end.
"Definitely better than a Polish sausage," he whispered when they broke apart.
Lex just laughed shakily and melted against him. "I'm so glad you came back to me," he said, lips brushing over Clark's face. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Clark wrapped his arms around Lex and leaned back against the tub. Lex curled into Clark's lap, resting his head in the crook of Clark's neck, eyes falling shut.
"I'm sure you'd be fine."
"No. I don't think I would be." He pressed a kiss into Clark's neck. "I'd make all the wrong decisions because I'd be too wrapped up with the idea that I have to be some great man. Greater than my father. Because, without you, I never would have realized that he isn't a great man at all." Lex lifted his head. "Do you feel better?"
"Than?"
He smiled. "You felt this morning? Or this weekend."
"You mean after talking with Dr. Carvey," Clark said, understanding dawning. He leaned his head against the wall and stroked lightly up and down Lex's spine. "I do, I guess. Not, like, all better or anything. I mean, I still have issues. Anger and everything. But I feel better. Like, I've been drained or something."
Lex lifted his head. There was a serious expression on his face, but a mischievous look lurked in his eyes. "Clark, did a vampiric psychologist suck all your bad feelings away?"
Clark splashed him. "Weren't you listening, moron? I said they aren't all gone yet." He licked a drop of water off Lex's cheek. "Sometimes, I feel like I don't do anything but talk about what happened. And I'm sick of it. I feel like... like it controls everything in my life, and it shouldn't. But sometimes, you know, I guess I need to talk. To a stranger, though. Someone who doesn't look sad and upset or feel guilty about what happened."
"I agree." Lex touched his face gently. "But don't think you can't still talk to me, okay? I know I've already apologized for what I said..."
"Lex."
"No, let me finish." Lex sat up and settled himself on Clark's thighs, arms draped over his shoulders. "I'm really sorry about even implying that any of it was your fault. It wasn't. I don't think or believe it was. Yes, a part of me is still horribly self-loathing enough to feel some twisted sort of anger at you for saving my life. But that doesn't mean I feel that you had any culpability in my dad laying his filthy hands on you."
"And this declaration," Clark said, putting his hands on Lex's back under the water. "Does it have anything to do with the fact that Reynolds basically blamed me and you don't want to be, in any way, associated with him?"
Lex's ears turned red and his cheeks colored. "He's changed. When I was your age, he was much more open minded and professional."
"Either that or he was just so much the polar opposite of Lionel that you couldn't help but worship him."
"Maybe." Lex tugged at Clark's hair fretfully. "And how sad is that? And what if the reason I love your family so much is because they're not Dad?"
"It's not wrong to love people that love you back, Lex." Clark kissed him. "Just because Reynolds didn't respect you the way you wanted him to, doesn't mean no one will. Or does. I mean, most of the town has a lot of respect for you. I've known that since summer, but think about it. If they didn't respect you, you would have been raked over the coals over what happened. But they protected us. And didn't hassle you today. That's something."
"Yeah."
"And you know that Mom's ready to adopt you. It would make things kind of weird between the two of us, but she'd love you for the rest of your life." He kissed Lex's right cheek, then traced over the bone with his thumb as he kissed the left. "Dad's come way around about you, too," he whispered. He kissed the tip of Lex's nose. "He sees what I see when I look at you."
"Um, I really hope not."
Clark grabbed a hunk of skin on Lex's bottom and twisted.
"Owe. Owe, owe, owe, owe, owe!" Lex writhed on Clark's lap, trying to get away.
Quickly, Clark changed to tickling.
"Clark!" Lex all but shrieked. He thrashed in the water, getting Clark in the face as he tried to escape. "Oh, God, oh *God*, Clark! St-stop!"
"Will you stop being such a little bitch if I stop?"
Lex twisted in his arms, but Clark got hold of him, continuing to tickle. "Come on, Lex."
"Okay! Okay," Lex finally shouted, arching his back and laughing hard enough that tears were gathering under his eyelashes. "I'll stop."
"Stop what?" He ran his finger tips up and down Lex's ribs in a way that made Lex squirm and squeak in his arms.
"Claarrrk!"
"You'll stop what, Lex?" He tickled Lex's armpits, causing him to shriek loudly. The sound echoed off the tiled walls.
"I'll stop being a little bitch," Lex practically sobbed.
"Good." Clark stopped tickling and kissed the nape of Lex's neck. "Now, as I was saying, Dad respects you, too. So you don't need Reynolds. Got it?"
Lex sagged against him, gasping for breath. "Got it."
He nuzzled Lex's neck. "Now, about our new house. We'll do the inside together, all right? We'll make sure it's not all cheap or nouveau riche or whatever, but it doesn't have to be exactly like my parents' house. We can make it ours."
"Yeah," Lex said, turning in Clark's arms. "But I've seen what you do with money, Clark. You've got crap taste. You bought a bunch of toys with my credit card like any new money does."
Clark rolled his eyes. "Only in the first flush of wealth. And I was high. But you've got to admit, my clothes were pretty nice."
There was a gleam in Lex's eyes and he ran his eyes over Clark's body. "You know, I'd kind of like to get those clothes dirty sometime. You wearing them, me, wearing nothing."
"But a collar," Clark whispered against Lex's neck. "I like that idea."
Lex's cell phone rang.
"Hold that thought?"
Clark sighed but nodded, moving over to the edge of the tub so Lex could grab his phone.
"Hello?" Lex immediately rolled his eyes, a look of extreme annoyance washing over his face. "Hi Dad."
"Hang up," Clark mouthed, but Lex shook his head and mouthed back, "This won't take long."
Frustrated, Clark opened the bond between them, shamelessly listening in to the conversation. If he could, he'd speak through Lex to tell Lionel off, but, as far as he knew, he couldn't. Even if he could, that kind of power was a little scary to contemplate and best left unexplored.
"You didn't come in for work today," Lionel was saying in that oily slick voice of his. "I spoke to the manager of the plant and he said you didn't eve deign to call in."
"I'm sorry, Dad," Lex said insincerely. "I thought you understood. I no longer work for you."
There was a beat, as if Lionel was actually taken off guard. But when he spoke, his voice was the same as before. "Is that so. Really, Lex. You needn't be so childish about this. You lost your company, it happens. Coming back to work for LuthorCorp isn't something to be ashamed of."
"I would take issue with that statement," Lex responded. He took Clark's hand and twined their fingers together. "I can't imagine anything more shameful than working for a man who has done nothing but abuse and torment me in his quest to control every aspect of my life."
Lionel sighed. "Lex, Lex, Lex, please. I haven't time for your histrionics. Everything I have ever done was to make you a strong man ready to deal with the realities of life."
"Uh-huh. And now I am ready, Dad. So ready that I've decided to live life the way I want to."
"You mean with that cheap tramp of a farmboy as a pet?"
It was Clark's turn to roll his eyes, although his stomach twisted slightly.
"Dad, don't."
"There's a lot you don't know about your supposedly innocent Clark Kent. I have it on good authority that last weekend he was seen going into the private office of a well known connoisseur of pretty young boys."
Lex met Clark's eyes and raised an eyebrow.
Clark blushed miserably and nodded, lowering his eyes.
"Furthermore," Lionel continued, "rumor has it young Mr. Kent behaved rather wantonly while in this office and was quite disheveled when he came out."
"Dad," Lex said, cupping Clark's chin. "What Clark did this weekend was none of your business. And considering I wasn't exactly a model citizen myself, I have no place to judge." He leaned forward, eyes locked on Clark as he said, "I love him, and I know that I always come first."
Clark smiled and leaned forward to kiss Lex. Both missed whatever it was that Lionel said next, but when they broke apart, Lex said, "I'm going back to school, Dad. I haven't decided on a course of study yet, but be assured that it will be one of my choosing, not yours. Good-bye."
"Lex? Lex!"
Lex hung up and tossed the phone aside. "Come here, farmboy," he all but growled as he climbed back onto Clark's lap.
Clark did as he was told.
One more part should do it, I think. Coolio.
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Date: 2005-12-21 06:45 pm (UTC)*cheers*
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Date: 2005-12-21 11:07 pm (UTC)Lovely done!
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:43 am (UTC)This has been a wonderful, happy chapter. *big happy smile*
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Date: 2005-12-22 05:40 am (UTC)Thanks! It was fun writing it. :) But I do think I hear the flap of wings too...