It Has Advantages

by a campbell

Clark/Lex, NC-17

Thanks to fajrdrako for beta assistance.

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Alone at last by the bleachers stairs, Clark stretched and smiled. What a great evening.

So what if Whitney was a pain? He’d been through a lot. And it was still good to see him out there on the field, doing his stuff as only he could, with the Sharks, no less. The Fordmans looking on, beaming with pride. Would he ever be able to be that brave? Not that he could imagine his own dad having a heart condition, but if Jonathan ever did get sick, Clark didn’t figure he’d be able to handle it any better than Whitney was doing right now. Probably worse.

As the Sharks and their No. 12 guest player tore up the stadium turf under the stars of a moist April evening, Clark looked over and away from Lana and saw Lex in a casual lean against the wall by the stairs, watching the game but casting a cryptic glance over at them now and then. When his eyes met Clark’s, he would smile one of those smiles that was barely a smile at all, narrow his eyes and purse his lips into a kiss so slight that Clark almost thought it was just his imagination. His breath would catch in his chest, he could feel the kiss, and he’d smile back before turning his attention back to Lana so she wouldn’t suspect.

So Clark hoped Lex didn’t get the wrong idea when Lana just kissed him out of the blue. Because that kiss meant nothing—well, nothing more than friendship. When Jonathan joined Lex on the stairs, Clark’s ears almost ached with straining to hear what was said, but he couldn’t make out the words. After a few minutes Lex glided down the bleachers to the sidelines where he’d stood watching the rest of the game by himself, and though Clark itched to follow, he ambled over to Jonathan instead.

He knew it was a good choice. What a relief that they were actually talking again. Dad might never see him out on the football field scoring one touchdown after another, but at least they could join in reeling in the trout and yellow bass. Now that Clark had finally gotten his own head on straight and accepted that it was just something he ought to do. Small price to pay for everything Dad had done for him, even if it meant being away from Lex for too many days.

Still, sharing those few moments with Lana had been…nice. Even the kiss. And it was great to see other people in Smallville, especially his friends, start acknowledging that Lex wasn’t such a bad guy after all.

“I think Lex feels he’s become part of our lives,” he’d confided to Lana a few minutes before, and tonight, it really felt that way. Clark enjoyed the flicker of tenderness as hot blood rose up his throat and into his cheeks. Lex had certainly become part of his life in the best possible way, oh, a few weeks ago, and things were just getting better all the time. Except that he’d barely seen him over the last couple of weeks.

Now, he’d waved Dad off from the stadium lot, Lana had disappeared into the mist of the springtime night, the last players were straggling off the field and into the locker rooms and parked cars, and he could finally track Lex down.

He sighed, turned with a hopeful grin that faded as he scanned the deserted turf. Where was Lex, anyway?

Clark looked from right to left again, nonplussed. He hadn’t seen him leave, hadn’t heard the thrum of the Ferrari engine or the squeal of brakes.

He just hoped Lex wasn’t mad at him.

“You and your dad take time tonight to to bury the hatchet?”

Clark turned toward the sleek, welcome sound of Lex’s voice. His friend was standing by the ticket booth with his hands in his pockets, eyebrows drowsily raised. Clark’s lips curved into a relieved smile as he shoved his hands into his pockets and teetered on his toes.

“Just now, thanks to you. I think you arranging this special game for Whitney and Mr. Fordman put Dad in a really mellow mood. Thanks, Lex. For everything.”

“Good,” said Lex with another one of those smiles so slight you could barely see it. “Then, hopefully, the fish will be biting this weekend.”

Clark nodded, the words filling him with a warm glow. Damned if Lex wasn’t the greatest friend in the world.

God, he loved him so much.

Clark’s eyes widened hopefully. “So, are you—“

“Heading home. I’m off to New York early tomorrow morning.”

“Oh. Well…” He stepped closer. Lex looked up at him and waited.

And he knew this was foolish. They were here in the Crows’ stadium, for Pete’s sake, and there was a chance they could get caught, but he just didn’t want to stop. Not now, not tonight. Not when Lex was leaving tomorrow, and he himself would be away with Dad all weekend long and busy with studying for finals all next week.

Tonight was going to be for them.

Lex must have been thinking the same thing, because he gave a defeated sigh and opened his arms.

Clark deliberately let his expression go dark and sultry, savored the power, saw Lex’s eyes drop closed as he approached, sneakers scuffing through damp, dead leaves and soggy red and white popcorn boxes from last Saturday’s game. He moved into Lex’s embrace, his own arms folding around Lex’s slim form as Lex’s arms wound and wrapped around him, held him tight.

“You could have come and sat with me during the game,” Clark whispered reproachfully into the pale shell of his ear. He followed his words with a hot breath, savored the quiver that sped through Lex’s body. He’d benefited from Lex’s instruction over the past few weeks; he was learning how to kiss and be sexy really well.

“You were busy,”

“Not really.”

“I saw you.”

Clark trail the side of his palm down Lex’s smooth cheek. Leaned down and kissed him open-mouthed, tongue tracing the scar that graced his upper lip. “It didn’t mean anything.”

“I know.” Lex murmured when the kiss broke, hands gliding, racing over Clark’s back and down his sides, as though he’d been waiting to do this all day.

“Sorry about the Sharks game in Metropolis,” Clark whispered. “It would have been great. Thanks for trying to help straighten things out.”

“There’ll be another time.” Lex turned from Clark’s lips, looked away, off toward the football field where the last lights were winking out. Clark took Lex’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned his face back.

“Lex, you know, I hope someday you and your dad can—“

Lex held up his hand, shook his head. Which Clark took it as a sign to change the subject. So he did.

“I love you.”

Lex turned back to him. Clark thought for one uneasy minute that Lex was going to tell him not to say that, that there was no such thing as love, make him feel young, stupid and embarrassed for baring his heart that way. But Lex didn’t say anything back, just that thoughtful glance again, brief smile fading from his lips as his gaze darkened.

Clark swallowed hard. He tried valiantly not to be too rough as he grasped Lex’s wrists and pushed him back against the stone wall of the bleachers.

“Don’t move.” Clark marveled at how sexy he sounded, relished the groan that escaped from Lex’s mouth as Clark’s body pressed against him, as Clark’s lips again met his.

He reached down, fumbled for Lex’s slim, cool hand and maneuvered it between them and onto his crotch. He caught his breath at the touch, and Lex caught his, and Clark pushed into his palm as Lex touched, traced, stroked, seeming bemused.

Clark was surprised at the throaty sound of his own voice. “I want you. Tonight, here.” Another kiss and nip. “Now. Please, Lex.” The sexy voice must be working for Lex, too, because he could tell he was hard, too, through the fine fabric of his slacks.

Clark clasped more tightly the hand he already held, reached for the other, and, coaxed him toward the door of the gym. “Come on. Come in with me. To the showers.”

Lex smiled at Clark as though he were indulging a willful child. He shook his head, though he didn’t pull his hands away. “Clark, are you crazy? No.” Clark feigned an expression of exaggerated exasperation, and tugged again. And Lex looked so sincerely worried and almost panicked for a brief moment that Clark almost burst into a chuckle.

“Clark, believe it or not, in spite of being a risk-taker in my younger days, I am trying to turn over a new leaf. And you’re not making it very easy.” Clark did his best to look hurt, to try for a “Who, me?” expression as Lex continued. “My dad was right about scandal not being the way to go.

“There won’t be any scandal.” No way.

“I’m trying to win over this place, not to mention your father, not end up getting myself stoned out of the town gates garbed in sackcloth. And getting caught in flagrante delicto with a freshman in the school showers wouldn’t be the most sensible thing to do.”

When Lex spoke Latin in that soft, silken voice, it just made Clark want to jump him no matter where they were. Never mind that Clark didn’t speak Latin, didn’t understand it, whatever. Who cared what the words meant? They just sounded so…sexy. So cool.

Clark cleared his throat, tried to get hold of himself. “No worries.” But he desperately wanted to make the most of this golden opportunity. “The last couple of guys will be leaving before you know it.” He punctuated his comments with a light flurry of kisses. “ I know from working late at the Torch that the janitors won’t come through till around 11:30. We should be safe till then. The showers will be deserted. Promise.”

Slight whistling sound of Lex sighing through his teeth. “Clark…”

“So, come on. I’ve never seen you wet.”

Clark knew he had him with that one. That spirit of adventure from Lex’s younger days wasn’t completely quelled, just hidden banked under all that calculation, weighing, and consideration. Clark was counting on that spirit tonight, and prayed he wouldn’t be disappointed.

He was in luck. Lex swallowed hard and stepped aside so Clark could go in first.

***

Overhead lights, half burned out and laced with dusty cobwebs, kept the locker room dimly lit. Brisk spring air blew in a gust through the locker room door as Clark let it thud closed, and Lex shivered as Clark’s fingers fumbled with one button, then another, on his shirt.

“You’re cold,” said Clark. “So let’s warm you up.”

Clark sensed, rather than felt, Lex’s body tense a little. “Wait,” said Lex. Clark knew that appearing vulnerable was like a mortal sin to Lex. Normally he would have backed off, but not tonight. He was still wound tight as a drum all week from the argument with Dad. And it was weird and embarrassing how being mad at someone in your own family could make you horny, but that’s the way it was, all the same.

He really needed this. And in a way he wished he had something better to offer Lex than first just the barn and now the sweaty, steamy showers that stank of old sneakers, cheap soap and sweat. Maybe someday when he had a job they could go away together, stay in a swank hotel and he could pick up the tab. Be the one doing something for Lex for a change. They could do this in a more luxurious bath, or a hot tub, maybe, or a great big, king-sized bed. Maybe before then, if he could ever come up with a good excuse, he could spend the night at the manor and they could do it there. But, for right now…he pushed Lex back against one of the chipped metal lockers. “Stay still.”

Lex stayed still, held up a hand, let Clark peel off one black glove, then the other, draw off his black jacket. Despite his eagerness, Clark was careful to fold the costly garment before laying it on the wooden bench. One-handed; he was using the other hand to hold Lex in place as though afraid he would escape, or something. The thought made him chuckle. Maybe I should have taken the gloves off with my teeth, Clark thought. That would have been sexy.

Clark let go of Lex’s arm, then watched and waited as Lex pulled the sweater over his head and tossed it on top of the jacket and pants on the bench. He reached to finger the button at Lex’s waist but Lex batted his fingers away and unfastened it himself, then unzipped and stepped out of his slacks. Clark sat down on one of the benches, lips curving into a grin as he kept watching.

Lex always looked great no matter what clothes he wore: that sharp white fencing outfit, the form-hugging black sweaters, black wool jackets, trim slacks and shirts of various hues. But naked, he was striking in an entirely different way. Sleek, slim body all curves and angles. Like an ivory statue, not a wisp of hair, anywhere, not even around his beautiful, cut cock. Made Clark just want to pull him in close and fold him to his chest, yearn to kneel and trace with his tongue the blue vein that graced the front of the shaft, contrasting with the creamy flesh.

When Lex cleared his throat, Clark realized with a jolt that he’d been staring mesmerized for awhile and just hoped his mouth hadn’t been hanging open too far. Lex spread his hands and raised his eyebrows.

“So, Clark? This was your idea. I’m standing here in your school gym locker room naked and you’re still dressed?”

Clark spread his hands with a shrug. “Well, it is kind of weird seeing you here in my locker room, even though you look pretty…natural. Nice change from the jocks that frequent the place.” But he stood up then and stripped quickly because Lex was right: it really wasn’t fair to keep him waiting in the cold. Glancing up once or twice, he couldn’t help but notice how Lex’s glance kindled in turn as muscles of arms, thighs and legs were gradually bared. Lex’s admiration made it easy to shed his habitual shyness, and when his gaze lowered to fix on Clark’s cock, Clark couldn’t help but tease.

“Watch this,” he commanded with a mischievous grin. He grasped his cock, strong fingers curling around the shaft, coaxing back the foreskin, pumping once, then twice, then gliding his fingers over the glistening head. Lex reached out to touch, and Clark pulled him closer, grasped his hand, folding his fingers over the shaft. He sighed at the pleasurable sensation, then murmured huskily, “I’ll do this to you in a minute.”

Even over the thundering sound of the shower spray, Clark could make out the words. Lex leaned up to speak near Clark’s ear, voice thick. Soft, beautiful. “I hope so,”

Clark drew back. “Come on, then.” Clark stepped in first, then turned to beckon him into the brightly lit showers, drew him in and under the spray. The water was hot, and Clark reached for the “cold” knob to turn it up. There was no such thing as too hot for him, but Lex’s fair skin would scald easily.

Before he could turn back, Lex’s hands reached to turn him around, and in a moment were moving over Clark’s muscled body, soaping, caressing. Lex drew one hand through the damp, dark curls on Clark’s chest, leaned in to tease one nipple with pointed tongue. Clark heard his own quick intake of breath with startled surprise and reached back to adjust the spray. He over-adjusted it a little too far to the right, and Lex snorted as he got a nose and mouthful of water and soap and Clark was startled to hear himself giggle in kind of a girly way. Okay, time to get in control. Or was it?

He stepped back, turned the water down to an even, steady stream, and decided just to relax and enjoy it, not worry so much about being sexy or cool. The strong, steamy water was washing away all the stresses of the week, sending a blessed peace all through his body. His disagreements with Dad. Tyler, Mr. Fordman’s second heart attack, Mrs. Sykes’ dead dog, all dimmed into a painless blur as his limbs, his muscles relaxed.

Being here with Lex was beyond good, even if it was a crazy idea. Spring fever, maybe, Clark told himself.

He blinked and squinted as water cascaded into his eyes and streamed down his chest in glistening rivulets. He gasped and reached out for Lex, eyes blinking open in surprise his fingers closed on nothing. Lex had backed up out of his reach, and Clark grinned and grabbed again as Lex ducked his questing hands. Clark splashed at him with one hand, then another, before the grin faded from his face, then swallowed hard as Lex sank to his knees in front of him.

He reached out to grasp Lex’s head, pull him close and position him just right, his fingers groped till they found that funny little knob on the back of his head, traced, stroked and pressed till Lex moaned in protest. His skin, so smooth. Clark let his eyes drop shut with a sigh, and in a moment he felt the nibble of Lex’s lips and mouth in the suds and thatch of hair around his balls. He nudged at Lex’s cheek with the blunt head of his cock, just to coax him along. Water from the shower washed away the sticky strands of precome in swirls down the drain.

“You know, it’s been a really rough week. So come on, Lex. Blow me.”

“Patience.” Lex was the one teasing, now. He blew a cool breath of air on the tip, nipped again, and Clark moaned when his cock jerked in response, but tried to hold himself still as Lex directed. He gazed down as water beaded on the pearl-smooth skin of Lex’s bare head, sighing in vexation as Lex sat back on his heels.

Lex’s mischievous grin made him look several years younger. Clark reflected, even in the midst of a haze of pleasure, that Lex really didn’t grin very often. He rubbed the dwindling bar of soap vigorously between his hands, and Clark watched him work up one heck of a lather, plenty of suds. He leaned close again, soaping Clark’s thighs down to his knees, then back up, moving his hands in ticklish swirls which earned a chuckle from Clark.

before he leaned in to bury his face in Clark’s crotch. Clark groaned at the sensation of soft breath, of Lex’s tongue tracing his balls, heedless of the lather, and thought that if he didn’t get sucked pretty soon, he might just die.

Leave it to Lex to save him from an untimely fate, more than payback for that day at the bridge, that day at the plant, that night at Club Zero. Lex grasped with both hands, held his cock steady, and…God.

Clark leaned his head back against the tile wall with a moan, let his eyes drop closed, giving himself over to the blend of sensations. The warm beat of the shower spray on the back of his head and down his back. The grip of Lex’s hands, one on his cock, the other on his left thigh, as he knelt on the shower floor, held himself steady and sucked. Lex’s tongue pressing at that sensitive place just under the head where the sheath attached to the tip. And, God, as much as he would have liked to extend this, that was it. He tried desperately not to clutch Lex’s head too hard as stars burst behind his eyelids, his cock pulsing and spurting till his come spilled out over Lex’s lips and chin.

Clark gasped and collapsed back against the wall, his body trembling with aftershocks as Lex pulled off, then swallowed what was left. Lex ducked his head under the shower and shook it, letting the spray rinse his face and mouth.

Clark was still panting hard and waiting for his brain to clear when Lex rose to his feet and grasped Clark’s arm to draw him close for yet another kiss.

“Yeah,” The dusky murmur of Lex’s voice, audible despite the powerful thrum of the shower. “My turn.” Fingers entwined with Clark’s as he folded their soapy hands together over his cock. “Now keep your promise.” He bent his head and leaned against Clark’s wet chest with a groan.

That won’t be hard, thought Clark. He wasn’t anywhere near tired, yet.

Lex bit his shoulder, and If only the mark would last, Clark thought yearningly. He longed to be branded by Lex, even for just a little while, to wear the proof of their love for each other where only he could see.

Clark stroked him up, then down, bent down to kiss him open-mouthed, and even though he’d just gotten off himself, he felt like he could come again just from being this close to Lex, watching him, listening to him. How hot he was when aroused, the dirty, wrong things he whispered in Clark’s ear as he pumped him with his slick, soapy hand.

When Lex spilled over his hand, Clark waited until he closed his eyes half-sliding limply down the tile wall. Then he licked his hand, soap and all, and spat it out when Lex wasn’t looking.

***

Warm and refreshed, Clark finished buffing his damp hair and tossed Lex the last clean towel.

“I love you,” he said again, smiling as Lex gave him a look that was surprisingly tender for a moment before his expression went mock-doubtful. “Hmm, I don’t know about that,” Lex continued as he dried his face and neck with the cheap striped cloth. “Sure you’re not just in it for the sex?”

“Tough question. I might be.” Clark breathed with a satisfied smile before glancing at his watch. “So, do you feel relaxed now? Because I sure do.”

Lex nodded. “Great finish to a good evening. And you can stay calm and relaxed on your weekend trip, I hope.” Lex moved in close to Clark once more, drew his face down and gave him something close to an Eskimo kiss. Clark smiled, gazed down, and followed it with another kiss. A real one.

“I will. And, Lex…I’m glad we’re friends.”

Lex’s response was a delicate snort.

“I don’t mean just that,” Clark tried to override with positive thinking the blood that raced to his cheeks. “I mean everything. Everything you’ve done for my folks, and my friends. ..and for me.”

“Clark, it’s been a pleasure. In many more ways than one.”

God, now he’s just trying to get me to blush, Clark thought, and gnawed at his lips

Lex was zipping up his slacks “I hope that never changes.” And I want to do more for you after I get back from my trip. Let’s try this at the manor sometime next week. Better soap, better towels…drop by after that fishing trip of yours.”

“Count on it,” said Clark.

“’Man is something to be overcome’.” He shook his head, and Clark could have sworn Lex was laughing at himself. “Dad, you have no idea.”

Clark blinked. “What?”

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