Sharp pain shot through his head as Clark's eyes flew open. For a second he wondered about the weirdness of the ceiling pressed against his nose, panic, the feeling of claustrophobia. Then gravity returned and Clark slammed hard into the bed, making it creak and moan under him.

He lay there for a moment, thanking whatever guardian angel he might have, that the bed was still in one piece, though if the noises it was making were to be any indication, it wouldn't stay that way for long.

Lex! He had to check on Lex, had to see if he was still there. As the dream returned, Clark swallowed hard. It had all been a dream. As the sleepy haze left him, he could see that clearly. He wasn't so stupid that he couldn't see what it was trying to tell him. Though the next time he'd pay attention a lot earlier, because there was no way he'd like to repeat this one. Clark rolled his eyes. The Devil! Blame it all on the many movies and Chloe's obsession with Brendan Frazer. At least she hadn't forced him to watch George of the Jungle.

He looked at the window. It was still dark. A quick check told him that it was only 2 AM, plenty of time before his parents got up. Clark realized, when he was up, out of the bed and halfway into his clothes, what he was actually doing.

A broad grin spread on his face. If he was reading himself right and his sub-consciousness was reading Lex right, Lex probably wouldn't mind a nightly visit. It all made perfect sense. He Quickly scribbled a short note, leaving it in the kitchen:

-- Mom, Dad - Had something to think through. I'll be back later today. I'll do all my chores and whatever extra you might want me to do when I get back. Clark --

A bubbly feeling swirled through his body as he zipped across the fields, coming to a stop right in front of the gates of the mansion.

A quick scan of the basement revealed the wrecked Spider. Another sweep and he found Lex upstairs in what he guessed was the bedroom. Clark blushed. The bedroom. Clark dug the key Lex had given him for the backdoor out of his pocket. It obviously paid off to be the delivery boy. Now, if he could only avoid the alarms.

Clark pushed himself hard, going as fast as he could possibly do without doing any damage to the door when he unlocked it. He knew where the control box for the alarm was - since he'd seen Lex disconnect it on a few occasions. Nothing indicated that he'd set off the alarms. It looked like Lex was only using the motion sensors by the doors, and Clark had been fast enough to avoid them.

A heartbeat later he was standing outside the door to Lex's bedroom. For a second his determination wavered. Then Clark took a deep breath. This was the only way. There was nothing that could justify him wasting his time with doubts.

The door wasn't locked, and swung open without resistance. The walls of the bedroom were shrouded in deep shadows as the moon shone nice and bright through the window. Half the bed was in darkness, the lower part of it bathed in pale light. Clark could make out the contours of the long, slim body underneath the light sheets. He stepped closer, brushing his fingertips over the material. Silk, of course.

Clark caught himself wondering what it might feel like to slip under them and lie close to another warm body. He'd hardly finished the thought before he was out of his clothes and halfway under the silk. Cool sensation against hot skin. And then the heat from another body, from Lex. Lex, who in his sleep reacted to Clark's closeness, sliding back just a little to rest against him.

Clark on the other hand, was both happy and a little disappointed. He'd really wanted to talk to Lex, but then again, nothing that couldn't wait until the morning, especially with Lex this close. Clark reached out, stroking Lex's hip, lightly enough to keep him from waking. Soft skin over sharp bones, smooth and warm.

Clark swallowed a gasp when Lex wriggled back, to get closer to him. Which also meant bringing Lex's ass up close and personal with Clark's rapidly hardening cock.

Please, please, please don't let him notice, Clark chanted silently. Lex's body stilled, then another little jerk of the hip under his hand. Clark bit hard into his lower lip, wondering what on earth had compelled him to strip and slip into Lex's bed.

A contented sigh escaped Lex, so whatever he was dreaming or whatever he was feeling in his dream, it couldn't be bad. Especially considering that the moment Clark allowed his hand to slip around Lex's waist to rest on his abs, Lex's hand came up, fingers tangling with Clark's.

This was, Clark decided, exactly what he needed after such a dream. And even though Clark still wasn't sure of how Lex would react - he'd have this - wish it could last forever, and enjoy it for now. With those thought Clark buried his face in Lex's neck and fell asleep.

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Clark was woken by the phone's insistent ringing. For a moment he couldn't quite figure out where he was, then the memories returned. Oh. Oh! His arm was still around Lex's waist, fingers still intertwined. He almost moaned out loud when the hand jerked and Lex reached out for the phone, obviously even less awake than Clark.

"Mphf?" Drowsy voice. "Mmm, 's me." Lex stiffened.

Clark couldn't actually hear what was said on the other end. But, oops. It was pretty clear that his mother was worried about him.

Another thing that was clear, was that Lex had noticed that he wasn't alone. The amazing thing was that his voice became strong and awake very quickly, and nothing was revealed in his tone. "No Mrs. Kent, I haven't seen Clark... No, it's ok, I need to get up anyway, I don't mind being woken at noon, even if it is Saturday... Yes, I'll be sure to tell him - if he comes around... Bye Mrs. Kent." Lex hung up and laid back.

Clark licked his lips nervously, and his arm around Lex twitched involuntarily. He tried to think of something remotely intelligent to say, but nothing seemed to come to mind. It was especially hard to concentrate with Lex's body pressed against his, or rather, Lex's ass pressed against his erection.

"Is something... wrong, Clark?" Lex sounded neutral.

"I... um... I..." What the hell was he supposed to say? "Lex, I... I've been thinking..." His voice trailed off.

Lex squirmed around, forcing Clark to look him in the eye. "Clark..."

Clark finally found the courage to simply lean forward and capture Lex's lips with his own. God! It felt good, especially when Lex's lips finally parted under his tongue. Soft, warm, demanding, everything. It was everything it should be, everything, Clark realized, he'd been denying himself.

Lex finally broke the kiss to breathe. His eyes were dark and needy, hazed look on his face. "I still..." Lex panted. "I still want an explanation." A quick nip at Clark's lower lip. "Eventually."

"Not right now?" Clark knew the answer, but that didn't mean he didn't want to hear it.

"No," Lex finally smiled, "Right now, I just want this." He kissed Clark.

A happy fluttery feeling went through Clark. Yes, this was it, this was exactly what he wanted, what he needed. He'd worry about calling his parents later, explaining to Lex could wait. Right now... this was it.