Mutual Goals

by a campbell

Clark/Lex/Victoria, PWP, NC-17

Spoilers for first season, mainly “Jitters” and “Shimmer”

Thanks to fajrdrako for the beta

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The thumping began while he and Lex were still talking, startling them from their conversation. Too bad.

Clark couldn’t welcome the interruption. Wasn’t he enjoying the first normal talk he’d had with Lex in at least couple of weeks? And by “normal,” he meant with Lex and him alone together: Lex focused with no distractions, giving him those lingering looks he’d missed of late. With Victoria at the mansion and always hanging around--hanging all over Lex, things hadn’t been the same, and Clark had to admit he didn’t like it for much. With her around, Lex didn’t pay him nearly as much attention, was always smiling sleepily at her dumb comments and jokes, letting his gaze rove over her, up and down, finally kindling the way it usually did when it fell on Clark, or at least the way it had until Victoria arrived. Making Clark feel like a clueless kid, yesterday’s newspaper, and the lamest of third wheels.

Victoria this, Victoria that, he thought with a dismal snort. White tulips in the middle of winter, for Pete’s sake, practically Mom’s entire hothouse crop. When he visited the mansion these days, he never knew whether he might find Victoria and Lex in a clinch by the pool table, making out on the floor in front of the fire--or worse. He’d stepped in unobserved, and out, cheeks flaming, more than once without making his presence known. Had to be prepared for any possibility, he told himself grimly. But still he couldn’t seem to stay home where he belonged, and here he was again.

Clark fumed. He just didn’t understand himself lately, or why he’d just jumped at the chance to deliver those flowers when Mom took Lex’s call, even knowing Victoria was still there.

Oh, well, what did it matter? Wasn’t as if his crush on Lex wasn’t doomed to die a slow, painful death. Or as if, at this rate, he’d ever get laid.

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“She just doesn’t seem like your type,” he’d complained just a few minutes earlier after the big pine crate of tulips bought the farm, hoping his hurt and his desire didn’t burn too plainly in his eyes. Lex looked great as they both knelt in the firelight, scooping up broken stems and rapidly-wilting petals. His tone was warm and soft as it had been in the companionable pre-Victoria days, and for a moment, Clark almost hoped--. Then he’d been a dope and brought up Lana (boy, could he have kicked himself for that one) then almost gave away his x-ray vision, and cracked that dumb joke about needles in haystacks to cover, finally concluding by offering brightly, “How ‘bout I go check the library?” taking himself completely out of Lex’s vicinity, like a retard.

He’d yanked open the library door, and come face-to-face with Victoria, who sat up abruptly from where she bent over Lex’s computer, looking stupid, as usual and guilty besides. Suddenly, the pounding was louder, and he bolted without speaking, because Lex was still alone, and not that strong, and who knew what might be happening to him.

Clark sighed with relief when Lex met them in the hall, but, on a mission, he didn’t slow down, just went bounding up the stairs.

When the three of them skidded to a collective stop on the landing, the locked door to Victoria’s bedroom was shaking and rattling, and for a couple of minutes it was like they were smack in the middle of “Poltergeist,” with none of them able to move.

When Lex finally turned the doorknob, there was this whoosh as he was flung back and into Clark’s arms, and he was so slim and slight and...God, Clark just wanted to stop time and hold him close, forget Victoria, and the thuds and ominous noise, and everything. He didn’t really want Lana, despite what he’d said to Lex downstairs. He only wanted...

Again, Lex went first. So brave even without powers, just as he’d been at the plant that day in the autumn. The day Clark decided that, yeah, it was really love.

Once inside, they were enveloped in by black light, floating feathers from flattened, demolished pillows, and spray-painted graffiti jagged on the walls. The lurid commands glowed fluorescent and purple-white in the darkness. “Go away? Leave?” Clark hesitated, bemused and startled that he’d actually read the words aloud. He’d peered at Lex through the gloom, a little scared,

and found Lex gazing at him with a strange expression on his face, more cryptic than usual. Clark swallowed hard, unable to look away.

Victoria was right behind, then beside him. He could feel the warmth of her body, hear her voice nudging him from his trance. “Clark, please.” A whisper, right below his ear. “I’m so afraid.”

Oh, she was actually talking to him, now. Big whoop. So English girls were wusses, or at least this one was. But her warm, liquid voice was kind of sexy, with that British lilt to it. She pressed close. Her body did feel soft and warm. So what? He still hated her. He made a scoffing sound under his breath, trying to ignore the way his body responded to her touch.

He had to admit, this was all beyond weird.

Clark glanced over at Lex to catch his reaction to Victoria’s words. The last thing he wanted was for Lex to get mad. His white shirt looked really cool in the black light. Clark opened his mouth to offer a disclaimer which never came out.

Because Victoria came around from beside him and pushed her body up to his, closer than before, a lot closer, pressed her face to his chest, with Lex still watching, and Clark caught his breath, wondering if Lex was going to get pissed, since Victoria was his girlfriend, after all. And he noticed, half-excited, half-dismayed, that however low his opinion of Victoria might be, his body didn’t seem to mind her much, that, yeah, he was getting hard from this, but what would you expect? He was sixteen, after all, and she was...well, wow. Her breasts were soft and really big, the nipples pushing into his ribs. Then, before he knew what was happening, his arms were going around her, he was bending down, his lips were opening...And they were kissing, and for a long moment it was really great. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue was in his, and Lex still wasn’t saying anything, and he’d never kissed a girl like this, ever, and never, ever, been anywhere near this close to someone like Victoria.

But wait. This was all wrong; Lex was the one he wanted, wasn’t he? He didn’t even like Victoria, though most every other guy in the world would, and she was Lex’s... He had no business...He tried to back away, but another pair of arms was slipping around his waist from behind to hold him still. Lex, he realized with a sharp shock of pleasure. How had he gotten back there so fast? And without him noticing? Of course, having Victoria’s soft body grinding against him was a little distracting… What the heck was going on? The fingers tightened, then loosened, then stroked, up to his ribs, tickling a little, and back down to his hips, and he thought he heard Lex whispering “Shh...” But, why?

Was the black light just making them act really weird, or something? Was Lex angry? Or had they planned this? Messed up and painted the room this way for a joke? Except they weren’t acting like they wanted him to leave. Oh, God. He didn’t know whether to be frightened or excited. Maybe both.

Scared or intrigued, he just leaned a little into Lex’s touch and murmured something, he wasn’t sure what. He felt Lex soften all over when he did that, melt into him, almost, leaving him breathless. But when he felt Lex’s light kiss on his neck, he trembled.

Victoria was gliding slim fingers over his crotch with an appreciative murmur, and Lex was whispering not too far from his ear, actual words, now. “Relax, Clark. You like it when she does that?” Did he? He wasn’t sure. “Anyone ever touch you that way before, Clark?”

Clark hesitated, then shook his head. He tried to still his breathing, and relax. Just a little. He loved the way Lex said his name, anyway, and right now Lex’s voice was especially soft and husky and warm--like sex.

Sex. Wow. So was this something besides just a joke? Could Lex want him the same way he wanted Lex, or did he just want him to...? Lex fingered the collar of his jacket, and Clark pulled arm from sleeve obediently and let him draw it off, fold it up and lay it on a chair.

Victoria let go of him, and Lex stepped back, and Clark felt unreasonably bereft, standing alone in flannel with arms suddenly empty. Then, with one of those small, secret smiles, Lex reached out, and his light shove didn’t seem like it would be enough to knock Clark back on the bed, but it did. He landed on the mattress with marshmallow limbs, and Victoria was beside him again before he could blink. And then, she was on him, panting, scrambling for the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning, easing up his t-shirt to lick his chest, delicately as a kitten tasting a saucer of cream. She even made a contented sound, something like a purr.

She swung one long leg over him, leaned down so that her fuzzy sweater brushed against his hard nipples. She ran manicured nails down his bare side. And Lex was just letting her do it. He had dropped down on the bed next to them and was sitting on the edge, still watching, but his gaze was fixed on Clark, not Victoria, and Clark heard himself moan as their eyes met, and he just hoped his eyes weren’t totally popping out of his head. The smile faded from Lex’s face as his eyes darkened, and he reached out to touch Clark lightly on the arm as though to reassure him. “Watch,” he said, with a nod in Victoria’s general direction.

She sat back and pulled her sweater over her head, her arm twisting in a graceful arc, and God, no bra underneath, and why was he surprised? Getting to see her actual breasts, pert nipples...his fingers itched with an incredible urge to touch, and…He tried to moisten his lips, but his throat and tongue were so dry. What am I supposed to do, he wondered, casting a panicked glance at Lex.

“You guys...” Clark’s voice came out weak and breathless. He tried to clear his throat.

Lex just sat there as though Clark hadn’t spoken, running a hand lightly up, then down, Clark’s arm. Clark, watching them both, saw their eyes meet over him and he felt helpless as a child for a moment, with a quiver of--not fear, but vulnerability.

Lex bent down, “Relax, Clark.”

***

Lex and Victoria conferred as though they were two naughty kids raiding the pantry as his eyes dropped closed.

“Go ahead,” Lex said to her, a little menacingly. “Do it.” Lex’s tone reminded him of dusky gray silk, and Clark’s cock jerked so hard at the sound that he stifled a gasp.

“All right, then,” he heard Victoria say. “So, let’s see what we’ve got,” Nimble, manicured fingers stroked his crotch, then fumbled at his fly, and if she wasn’t as industrious as a child opening a present on Christmas morning-- Clark tried to banish that image from his mind. He should be objecting, so why wasn’t he? He gave in to an intense urge to see what was happening and opened his eyes again. The tip of her tongue protruded from her glossed lips as she coaxed the zipper down, and he caught his breath.

His cheeks flushed deep with embarrassment. Despite many of his recent fantasies, and even though he was confident he could see better in the dark than they could, he wasn’t sure he was quite ready for his best friend, or for Victoria, to see his--

But it wasn’t as though he could do much to stop them. Clark shut his eyes again. And in an instant, she had his jeans open and his cock out.

“Oh, to be sixteen again!” Victoria gave a light, appreciative chuckle. “Mmmm...very nice. Wherever did you find him, Lex?”

“On a bridge. Accidentally.” Clark had the impression there was more going on in this conversation than there appeared to be on the surface, almost as though it were some sort of secret code.

The memory of that autumn afternoon drifted briefly through Clark’s mind, but he snapped back to attention as she wrapped cool, slim fingers around his cock, nails snagging painlessly in the tight curls at the base. Her hand glided up. “Ah. Mmm. I thought you Yanks were all...cut.” She eased the skin back and touched a fingertip to the slit, then to her mouth to taste the droplet of sticky fluid. And Clark tried really hard to hold himself still, but he just couldn’t stop his cock from jumping again.

“Not everyone,” Lex said quietly. He was looking down there, too, and a slow smile spread over his face. “I think you’ll find Clark is not your usual Midwestern teenager. Not typical in the least.” Clark rifled mentally through a catalogue of all possible emotions, trying to pinpoint the Lex’s expression as he looked back up . Proud, affectionate? Possessive. Hungry.

“You do, do you? Then let’s not delay,” said Victoria.

***

Clark figured he must have zoned out for a bit, dazed by the complex medley of touches and sensation. “Clark, listen to me,” Lex was saying when he tuned back in, his words penetrating Clark’s confused, dazzled brain. “Are you enjoying this? Should we stop?”

Stop? Clark processed, with something like alarm. No. That wasn’t quite what he had in mind. Lex’s hand warm on his cock, and he wasn’t quite sure he could formulate a coherent phrase, much less a sentence.

“If you don’t want this, just say so, now. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Lex glanced up at Victoria with a wicked glint in his eye. “No matter how much Victoria wants it.”

Victoria’s snort was quite unladylike. “It was your idea, you bloody wanker! Don’t you remember what you said in bed last night? That you’d wanted him for months. That you’d give Luthorcorp to see his face when he came. But that he was green, and that he might take some female persuasion. And--“. She trailed off into a sputter and heaved one of the stuffed pillows in Lex’s direction, but it missed and landed on the floor. Their eyes met again as Clark watched, mind reeling from what he’d heard, and they both relaxed and burst into chuckles.

Clark paid no heed to the laughter. Lex said that, he thought breathlessly, his mind a jumble as he tried to sift through it all.

“And you didn’t put up any great resistance. Just said: ‘Let’s do it!’” Lex’s imitation of Victoria’s middle-class British accent drew a reluctant grin from Clark despite his uncertainty, because it was fun to hear Lex joke around for a change. Clark looked from one to the other, opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The smile died on his lips as he sensed the heat, the electricity in their gazes as they locked over him.

And when had Lex taken his own shirt off, bared his own lightly muscled chest? Clark choked on a swallow, his throat thick. Lex flinched at the sound, tore his gaze from Victoria and looked down with an expression Clark couldn’t quite identify, though the closest thing he could liken it to was triumph.

“I’m good,” Clark was finally able to gasp. “It’s okay.”

“You’re sure?” Lex reached out to run a hand through his hair, regarding him with tender concern, so how could he have said anything else? Clark dipped his head, swallowing hard, because he could have sworn Lex’s hand trembled. That Lex flinched and swallowed, throat tight, as his gaze burned into Clark’s’. But his touch was gentle, so gentle...

“First time?”

Clark nodded again. “Yeah,” he managed to stammer, the pleased light that came into Lex’s eyes at his admission keeping embarrassment at bay.

“Well, then,” said Lex. “We’ll make it good, won't we, Victoria?” And he bent down and kissed his lips. Clark’s eyes slid closed as his mouth opened, and God. A real kiss, slow and warm, even better than he’d always imagined a kiss from Lex would be, and Clark could hear Victoria’s appreciative murmur off somewhere, encouraging them on. It seemed a long time before Lex released him and drew back.

“You won’t be sorry.” He drew back up and held his gaze. “You’ll like this. Trust me, Clark.”

And when Lex said, “Trust me,” Clark could hardly do anything else.

***

Before long, flat on his back on the glowing violet-white sheets with Victoria’s chestnut hair tickling his chest, he knew the decision had been the right one,. Breasts with pert nipples pressing into his ribcage, she was half-spread across his chest, mouth on his. And she was great at kissing. The best part was that both of them were completely focused on him. No, wait. The absolute best part was that Lex was between his spread legs, sucking on him as if there was no tomorrow.

Kind of made up for the last couple of weeks of being ignored. Correction: more than made up for it.

Victoria’s kisses barely stifled his whimpers and moans, and Clark let one hesitant hand drift up to stroke her hair. Lex kneaded his balls with practiced hands, increased the speed and strength of his sucking, seeming bent on making him lose control altogether.

And he did, arching up, coming with a groan and a shudder, and, God, he hoped Lex didn’t mind getting a mouthful of...Victoria soothed him with kisses that were gentler, now, before curling up on his chest, a warm bundle of flesh, hair and softness. As his breathing slowed, and Lex trailed his tongue down the inside of Clark’s thigh, he found himself shivering.

Lex shifted up to stretch out beside him, letting one arm go over Victoria, pressing his open mouth to Clark’s cheekbone.

“You’re okay?” He opened his eyes, turned to see Lex’s half-lidded gaze, the indulgent twitch of lips before his tongue slipped out to catch a couple of white drops below his bottom lip.

Little shudder. “Fine, thanks,” Clark managed to say, hoping he wasn’t blushing again at his dumb comment. Pretty damn good, actually. He wondered if maybe he should say something else, like, “Wow, that was great.” But he lay in such a haze of satisfaction and contentment that he couldn’t say anything more, just stretched and sighed. He knew he should be heading home, but how could he, when the whole world had changed in the past half hour?

And wow, even spunk glowed in black light. The weirdness made him chuckle lazily.

He was almost asleep, lulled by Lex’s caresses and the warmth of Victoria’s body sprawled over his, when she stirred restlessly and he felt her sit up, leaving Clark with arms empty. His eyes flickered open to see her, glancing over at Lex with eyebrows raised, the black light only intensifying the keenness of her gaze. And Lex was staring back at her, almost as though an unspoken message was again passing between them.

“Know something, Clark?” And Clark turned questioning eyes up at Lex, who reached up to press a fingertip to the cleft in Clark’s chin.

“Victoria’s been a good, industrious girl this evening, so how about helping her out? Come on, Clark.”

“Help her?” He wasn’t sure what Lex meant.

“Take the edge off for her,” Lex licked, then tongued his ear, and a jolt of delight ran through Clark’s body, both at the sensation and at Lex’s command. “Fuck her.”

Shock and delight flared like fireworks and faded into a clench of unease in Clark’s stomach. Fuck her? Victoria? Lex wanted him to do that?

He looked over at Victoria with wide eyes, and she responded with a coy smile . Hastily he looked away.

And what about Lex? Didn’t he need to...too? So...

She was beautiful, sure. Coffee-brown eyes, chestnut hair, full lips and porcelain-smooth skin. Sure, he’d read plenty of magazines, been on the internet, but how would he know what to do? Beyond the basics, that is. Like Lex, Victoria had tons of experience with sex. Would be hard to please. What if she thought he sucked? And said so in front of Lex, and--

“I don’t think I can—“

“Even if I ask you to?” Lex spoke in the quiet voice that Clark found irresistible even on the most ordinary of occasions. So the prognosis for resisting it this evening was pretty poor. “Even if I tell you I want to watch?”

Still, he hesitated, despite the rush of excitement that coursed through him. “Um. But are you sure that’s what she wants? Me, I mean?”

Victoria treated herself to a languorous stretch, looked down at him with warmth, then let a finger trail down his side to the crease between his thigh and cock.

Lex laughed, a warm, low sound that somehow still seemed to fill the entire room. “That enough of an answer for you, Clark? Do it. For her. For me. For yourself.” He tugged at the waist of Clark’s open jeans with one eyebrow raised and glanced down at his still-shod feet. “How about we get the rest of these off?”

***

Help her out? Sure, no problem. Freed of all his clothes, and despite his initial lack of confidence, Clark wasn’t minding at all, stretched out beside the now-naked Victoria on the bed, Lex lounging behind him. “Touch her,” said Lex. Lex told him how to cup one ample breast, then the other, in his hand, how to tongue and then suck on the nipples. Which made Victoria squirm like crazy, and mutter something in a hiss under her breath. His lips curved into a grin. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at this after all. Even better, Lex was stroking his hip, moving in close. Lex was reaching around to grasp his cock, thumb the head, push, then pull back, the thin sheath of skin. Clark caught his breath at the ticklish sensation, melting into his touch. Too much, way too intense, and he’d surely wake up any minute.

He paused, mesmerized, and Lex murmured encouragement, warm breath in his ear. “Beautiful, isn’t she, Clark? And hot. Time for you to move in.” His voice, his words...arousal rushed through Clark at comet-speed. Then Lex let go of him and reached around and down to touch Victoria, fingertip circling and probing, making her jolt. Clark couldn’t help staring at body parts he’d only seen pictured in books before. With one arm still around Clark, Lex lifted the finger to his mouth and sucked lightly, holding Clark’s gaze. Clark just stared at him as heat flooded through his body.

“Ready, Vic?” He gave Clark a little push in the small of his back. “She’s ready.” Clark swallowed hard, moistened his own lips with the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t sure what.

He didn’t have to, because Victoria stretched, and gave the sexiest groan Clark had ever heard, no, the sexiest groan he could imagine, because, after all, it wasn’t as though he’d ever been in this situation before. He tore his gaze away from Lex and turned to her, and wow, she was beautiful, like a British version of Cindy Crawford.

And nude.

“Come on, love,” Victoria beckoned, her rich voice calling wispy thoughts of nutmeg and honey to Clark’s mind. “I’m waiting. Waiting for you.” Her legs parted as she smoothed one hand down her thigh to her knee, and Clark could see that the moisture had soaked down to the sheets.

Okay. He needed no further coaxing, though he couldn’t refrain from one more glance at Lex as he shifted over to position himself between her legs. He licked his lips, his fingers reached down and, God, there was no way to describe the way she felt, soft skin...questing fingers found the small nub of flesh, and wow, when he touched her there with the tip of his index finger it seemed there was a direct wire from there to somewhere important because Victoria’s eyes sank closed and she gave this huge sigh that trailed off into a groan.

“Now,” she moaned. “Inside.”

Clark sank into the warmth, she was wet and soft, and wow, what a sensation. His cock felt almost as good inside her as it had in Lex’s mouth, and if he’d loved Victoria as he loved Lex, it might even have felt better. But, what the hey--he’d go with it. She tightened around his cock as her arms folded around his body.

“Good at that, isn’t she, Clark? You like the way she feels?”

Oh, yeah, Lex. Lex’s naked, sweating body pressed into his back as he drove into her, voice whispering into his ear, telling him what to do and how to do it. How to settle himself between her slim hips and pump, first slow, then faster.

“Start off slow, and then she likes it hard. Do it, Clark. Talk to her while you do it. Tell her how beautiful she is.”

Talk? Could work. Lex could just keep talking to him in that low, hot voice. Lex, stretched over his back, steadily punctuating his words with caresses, hands gliding up and down his sides.

“Victoria,” Clark gasped dutifully, awash in a myriad of sensations. “You’re so beautiful.”

Victoria smiled up at them both with eyes lowered, then her gaze fixed on Clark, drew him. He leaned closer, then down for a kiss. This was all feeling more and more...natural...by the moment.

“Yeah, that’s it, Clark.” Lex’s tongue on his bare skin, on his side, made him shudder. Lex’s warm body pressed against his skin. Lex’s kisses on his shoulderblade, little bites marking him before he shifted over so Clark could move more easily.

Victoria was encouraging him, too, with murmurs, and bitten-off moans, small pearls of perspiration beaded on her ivory skin. “Come on, lad. Yes, like that. Just like that.” He felt the warmth of her breath on his face, his neck as he kissed her, open-mouthed, and thrust harder. She groaned, and, worried for a brief moment that he might be hurting her, he slowed, but, “Don’t stop,” she panted, so he picked up the pace again, because God knows, it was working for him. Coaxing a squeal from her as he tongued the small mole at the juncture of her neck and breast, pressed closer, the smack of their sweat-damp skin audible in the quiet room. Contractions around his cock, and wow, thought Clark, she must be coming, and he just kept thrusting, hard, on the brink himself.

Lex’s mouth on his upper thigh, then on the cheek of his rear, smooth lick of his cool tongue, and that did it. He was coming, and, God, there were no words, no thoughts, just overpowering sensation. Victoria held him close as aftershocks pulsed through his body. And Lex, spread over Clark once again, was climaxing, too, in streams on Clark’s bare skin at the small of his back. If only I could have seen his face, was Clark’s fleeting thought. But hopefully, this wouldn’t be his only chance.

Clark collapsed on Victoria, gasping for breath, felt her hands weaving through his hair.

“Very nice,” she managed as her own breathing slowed. “You’re a fast learner, love.”

Clark smiled at her words, but more at the realization that he and Lex had come at the same time. Cool. And that Lex was sprawled over his back, gasping, panting...that was good.

Lex was finally his.

***

Lex sat up, and Clark rolled off Victoria and onto his back beside her, not caring if he got the sheets wet. He was beat. Really tired, now, super powers or not.

Lex lay down on his other side. Victoria, sleepy and satisfied, was already cuddled in.

In the darkness, he knew they couldn’t see his grin. Didn’t he feel like a stud, with one on each side, snuggled in to his hip and Lex. Sexy, and really grown up.

This was great.

“My, but he needed that,” was the last thing he heard Victoria whisper.

***

When he awoke again, he lay still for a few moments. Just listened, to Victoria and Lex, conferring over him in drowsy voices, not knowing he was awake. Still kind of ballsy of them when he could wake up any minute, but he felt so mellow he was disposed to forgive. They were the ones with all the experience, and he was indebted to them for the instruction, after all...

He grinned in the darkness. An evening pretty well spent, as far as he was concerned, the magic not yet dispelled. Because Lex’s arms were around him, not Victoria. Even though Victoria had proved tonight to be neater than he’d expected, he hoped that someday she’d be gone, and it would just be the two of them, him and Lex.

“See, lover,” Victoria was saying. “I told you we could do it. Get him into bed, I mean. Really wasn’t that hard, was it? And now, you owe me.”

“I don’t believe I owe you anything, Victoria,” said Lex. “You’ve been well paid.” Lex’s warm hand on his waist, then his thigh, and, yeah, he could get used to this. But now he really had to get home, and he just hoped he could slip upstairs without his parents asking him anything. Because, yuck. Parents and sex just really didn’t mix.

“Not bad for starters, but I’d like to reap a few more dividends, if possible. You of all people, should understand that, Lex.” She bent over Clark to let her tongue slowly trail up his bare chest and neck and across his cheek. “Come back tomorrow, Clark, and we’ll play again.” A soft breath ruffled his bangs, followed by a gentle kiss on his brow.

Clark just listened and waited, and for a moment, no one said anything. But something inside told him that Lex would lean over and whisper in his ear, so low that Clark was certain Victoria couldn’t hear, that the words were for him alone. “I’ve wanted you so long.”

No doubt about it: this was definitely the best night of his life. He wanted to open his eyes and see the expression on Lex’s face, give him a big smile so that maybe Lex would kiss him again. But he lay still, just to see what would happen next.

“Come back after she’s gone, Clark, and we’ll really play.” And Lex’s hand was on his thigh, meandering up and over.

Okay, so maybe he’d just pretend to be asleep for while longer.

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