Pale skin stretched over taut muscles. Moving, shivering with each touch. He couldn't help smiling at the contented sigh escaping the body.

"Clark?"

"Hmm?" God, he couldn't get enough of this, like silk, like…

"If I weren't hairless already, I doubt there'd be any hair left now."

He felt, not for the first time since he'd woken, a blush colouring his cheeks. "I… I'm sorry, Lex." Clark lifted his hands reluctantly. He needed to touch, but if Lex didn't like…

"Oh no, you don't," Lex muttered, as he grabbed Clark's wrists, forcing the hands back to his chest and belly, none to gently.

Clark knew a silly smile was spreading on his face. Lex didn't mind him touching. Which was good, since Clark didn't want to stop - not ever. The grin broadened as he noticed the effect he was having on Lex, or rather, he hoped he was the cause.

Clark was too caught up in his own exploration to notice what Lex was doing, until cool air whispered over his lap, the silk sheet being pulled down to allow Lex a glimpse below. His hands stilled, torn between continuing the addictive tour of hairless skin and covering his own erection. The latter won.

Lex snickered, raising and eyebrow and giving Clark an overbearing look. "Might I remind you that *you* were the one coming into *my* bed - uninvited? Naked?" A smirk and another glance downward. "Not that I mind - not at all."

Cheeks burning, Clark reluctantly allowed Lex to pull his hands away. He closed his eyes. 'What have you gotten yourself into?' A small voice in the back of his head kept telling him to resist when Lex pushed him down onto his back.

"Clark?"

"Yeah?"

"Open your eyes."

"Uhm, no?" Not in a million years.

"Cla-ark?" Almost a purr.

"Uh-uh." Clark swallowed hard. Hot breath hit his abs and the light flicker of a warm, wet tongue made him arch, fingers digging into the mattress.

"Sensitive, aren't we?" A chuckle and another burst of heat, this time a little lower.

"Eh, Lex…" Clark drew in breath, hard and fast. Teeth, scraping and nipping at the inside of his thigh.

"If you won't open your eyes, at least tell me why you're here." A shift and the mattress dipped a little, as Lex stretched to give the other thigh the same treatment.

"You," Clark gasped and arched again. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Try me." Tongue leaving a wet trail, rapidly cooling, from thigh to the back of his knee.

"I…" Clark gasped loudly. "Lex!" His eyes flew open when slender fingers closed around his balls. Panting, he looked up into grey-blue eyes, full of mischief.

"Payback's a bitch, eh, Clark?"

"Oh, I… I wouldn't… say that." Arching, fingers digging deeper into the mattress. 'I wonder how I'm gonna explain those holes to Lex.'

Suddenly Lex let go of him, sliding into the middle of the bed, sitting cross-legged and grinning at Clark. "You ought to call your parents." The grin widened. "Your mother was very worried."

Clark groaned. "You're evil, you know that?" He couldn't believe that Lex would tease him like this.

Lex simply kept smiling, gesturing toward the phone.

Clark sighed. He knew Lex wouldn't budge until he'd made the phone call. And he kinda owed him this much control. After all, he'd actually broken into his friend's house. Clark pulled the sheet up again, rolled over and reached for the phone. A deep breath, just to steady himself before dealing with his parents.

The phone only rang twice before it was picked up. "Clark?"

"Um, yeah, it's me mom."

"Clark, where have you been? I've been worried."

Clark winced. He really hadn't thought to clearly about the consequences before leaving in the middle of the night. "I'm so sorry mom, I really am."

"Where are you?"

"I… I'm at Lex's place…"

A deep sigh. "I don't think we should tell you dad about this."

"Then what do we tell him?"

"Clark, your father doesn't know you're gone, he left to help the Smiths with the re-build of their barn early this morning."

His mother was actually offering *not* telling his father? "I'd… I'd appreciate that, mom. Thanks." He was so relieved that he didn't notice the sheet being slowly pulled down. He gasped and almost crushed the phone when Lex began licking the small of his back.

"Is something wrong, Clark?" His mother was sounding more and more worried.

"No… No," Clark's voice hitched when he felt Lex's teeth against one now very exposed buttock.

"Clark, please come home."

"I will mom, I…" Clark put his hand over the mouthpiece and moaned when Lex moved to pay attention to Clark's other cheek. "Leeeex." He'd never imagined himself begging like this. Though considering what Lex was doing to him right now, who could blame him?

Clark closed his eye, concentrating on not revealing anything to his mother. "I need to… talk some things through with Lex, then I'll be home. And I promise to do all the chores I've neglected today."

A sigh. "Ok, Clark, but don't take too long."

"I won't mom, promise." Clark hurriedly put down the receiver. "Lex really…" he started to say, trying to turn over to look at him. Futile, it turned out, as Clark suddenly felt Lex straddling his back, pinning him to the bed. Not that he wouldn't be able to get Lex down, but he was too surprised to fight him.

"Well?" Hot breath hit sensitive skin. "Explanation, please."

Clark was finding it difficult to think with Lex's naked body pressing against his. "I… I dreamt about… loosing you."

A moment of silence, then Lex slid to the side, pulling Clark around to face him, gently. "Loosing me?"

"Ye-yeah." Clark closed his eyes, afraid of Lex's reaction. Afraid that he might seem naïve, stupid.

"Loose me how?" Fingers running through his hair, soothing.

"I woke up to a world where I hadn't saved you from drowning, where we'd never met." It still hurt, even if it had only been a dream.

Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. Soothing, light touches on his neck and shoulders. And Lex finally kissed him again, soft, reassuring. Clark moaned when he felt the kiss deepen and his body reacting to Lex's.

Clark had no idea how long they lay there, sliding against each other, kissing, touching. Mere minutes or perhaps an eternity. When Lex brought his thigh up between Clark's legs, a strangled sound escaped his lips. God, how could feel so good? Hot lead coiling in his groin, spreading through his body. "Lex, God, Lex I'm…"

Soft kisses and Lex's fingers curled around his cock, bringing him back down, gently. Clark pushed closer to Lex, enjoying the feel of sweat slick skin against his own. Lex's uneven breathing brought him back, though. "Oh, I…" Clark pulled back a little, he'd been the only one finding release.

"It's ok, Clark." Lex stroked his arm and side, coming to a rest on his hip.

"No, tell me what to do. What you like." Clark wasn't sure of what to do. If Lex wanted him to do what he'd done to Clark or something entirely different.

"Just… Just follow your instincts. Do what you'd like me to do to you."

Clark swallowed hard. That would be… should be, easy, shouldn't it? Putting everything he felt for Lex into the next kiss, he reached down between them, closing his fingers around Lex's cock. Oh, hot and… slick with pre-come. Clark ran his thumb lightly over the head, finding the hard breathing and the needy noises coming from Lex, very encouraging.

The kiss deepened, Clark welcoming Lex's tongue in his own mouth, sucking on it. Lex's hand snaked its way in between their writhing bodies to join Clark's, closing around it and urging him to tighten his grip and go faster.

Clark closed his eyes and groaned into Lex's mouth. The way Lex's tongue moved with the same rhythm as their hands. This was amazing. Lex stilled for a moment, then did a full-body shudder, collapsing against Clark. Hot, slick wetness hitting his belly.

Laying on his back, Clark ran a finger over his abs, bringing it back up to his lips, tasting. Sweat mixed with something salty and slightly bitter. He turned his attention back to Lex, when he heard a strangled noise and suddenly found himself with a lapful of very eager Lex, kissing him, thrusting his tongue in between Clark's lips, whimpering.

Finally slowing down, Clark pulled Lex closer, enjoying the warm breath against his neck.

"Is there something you aren't telling me about this dream of yours?" Lex pulled back a little, nipping at Clark's earlobe.

"Um, no?" He could really, really get used to this.

"Cla-ark?" Voice low and husky.

"I, um, I kinda met the devil." Now, how stupid did that sound?

"And?" A little amused.

"And he… offered me three wishes - In exchange for my soul." 'Clark Kent, you have the weirdest dreams.'

"The devil granting wishes?" Amused tone.

"Yeah, but every time I wished for Lana, I got you."

"I see." Back to neutral tone.

"And I was too stupid to really *get* it. So for the last wish I asked to keep you out of it."

"And you ended up… without me entirely?"

"Yeah. And it felt like…" Clark's voice trailed off.

"Yes?" Soothing circles were drawn on his back.

"It felt like my world came apart. It was full of missing pieces."

"I…" Lex's voice trailed off. "I'm… flattered, no… touched. I don't know…"

Clark smiled against Lex's neck. Lex didn't normally have trouble finding the right words. "Lex?"

"Yeah?" Voice a little shaky.

"I love you too." Clark was worried for a moment as the hand on his back stilled. When it took up its slow movement again, his smile grew impossibly wider. When he finally looked up, he couldn't miss the contented smile on Lex's face.

"Um, can we do this again?" Clark pulled him closer, suggestively rubbing against Lex's hip.

"Yeah," the smile became a little silly, then Lex sighed, putting up a serious look. "But not right now."

Clark sighed, a little disappointed.

"Your mother is expecting you home as soon as possible, right?"

"Yeah." Clark closed his eyes for a moment, then pulled himself up and out of Lex's arms. As he went to get his clothes from where he'd dropped them, Lex cleared his throat. Clark turned around.

"You might want to shower first." His lips curled up into an innocent smile.

Clark looked down his own body. Um, yeah, that might not be such a bad idea. Lex gestured toward the door at the far and of the bedroom.

Clark smiled. "You gonna join me?"

"Don't tempt me," Lex laughed. "I'd never let you get out again."

The blush was inevitable, as Clark retreated to the bathroom.

The hot shower was good but Clark still dreaded having to explain to his mother why he'd disappeared in the middle of the night.

Lex was waiting for him when he came back out into the bed room, now dressed in a bathrobe. A mischievous smile greeted him. "I'll obviously need a shower too."

Clark couldn't help chuckling. Oh yeah, he definitely did.

"So, is there something more about this dream of yours that you aren't telling me?" Lex walked at his side, down the stairs.

"Nah, just… it's a little silly." Clark grinned, hoping Lex would leave it at that.

"Clark?" Reaching out to hold him back when they came to the front door.

"It's really Chloe's fault," Clark pushed his lower lip out, trying to will Lex into letting it go.

"In what way?" Lex raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled.

"She made me watch three movies in a row with Brendan Frazer last week." Clark sighed. Why did Lex have to keep asking?

The puzzlement gave way to amusement and Lex started laughing. "You mean," he chocked out another short laugh. "You mean you dreamt about the devil after having watched 'Bedazzled'?"

Clark tried to look annoyed, but it was hard with Lex laughing so much. It was kinda contagious. "At least I didn't dream about George of the Jungle," he muttered to himself, though it turned out to have been too loud.

Lex broke into another fit of laughter. He finally got a hold of himself, leaning against Clark for support and wiping his eyes. "Oh, to imagine you in such a dream."

Clark sighed deeply. "Forget it Lex, I'm not wearing a loincloth, not even for you."

"Aw, come on, Clark." Lex pulled him closer, nipping at Clark's lower lip, kissing him. "Besides, it's a buttflap."

Clark drew a deep breath. God, he could stay like that all day, just kissing Lex. "What's a what?"

"It's a buttflap - in George of the Jungle, not a loincloth." Another kiss.

Clark shook his head. "You're weird, Lex, you really are."

"Mmm, I know." Lex pulled away from him. "You better go, your mother is waiting for you."

Like Clark needed to be reminded of *that*. "Yeah." There was no way around it, he'd have to go home, and the sooner the better.

"See you later?" Lex was leaning against the door, as Clark made his way down the stone steps.

"If I'm not grounded for life." Clark turned around giving Lex a broad, sincere smile. He turned back, walking down the driveway…