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The Story

The Ending (in case you forgot)

It takes about four heartbeats before Clark dissolves into helpless laughter. "You ran into a door?"

"Splat," Lex provides, beginning the slightest of smiles at the corners of his mouth.

"Because you didn't notice it was closed?" Clark manages, gasping for air.

"I bounced right back onto the deck. Like a cartoon character."

When Clark finally composes himself after playing and replaying the sequence in his head, he realizes what has just happened. And it's not a game anymore.

The Happily Ever After

Lex made himself vulnerable in front of Clark, in a way we don't get to see on the show (which is probably why it was so much fun to write). But Lex making himself foolish for Clark's benefit is probably not a regular occurence, even when it makes Clark so giggly.

More often, I suspect, it goes the other way.

Clark leaned in, startled by his revelation, wanting to make it real, make it permanent.

But Lex pulled back, just a little, just enough for Clark to stop, worrying that something was already wrong.

"I want to kiss you," Clark announced, still blushing annoyingly at the words.

"First I want to hear more --" Lex said, so close and yet holding himself back, "-- more about my mouth. What else do you think about when you look at it?"

Clark cast a quick not now look of exasperation at Lex. "Can't I show you?" he asked meaningfully.

"I'd prefer you to say it," Lex answered evenly. "So I won't be surprised."

Clark sighed shortly. Even knowing full well that Lex was toying with him, it was difficult -- no, make that *impossible* -- to deny Lex anything that he wanted. "Lex," Clark pleaded briefly.

But Lex only ran his pointed tongue over his lips, the soft wet noise making Clark instantly hard. "Tell me."

Clark let go of Lex's hand, moving so that he had a firm hold on Lex's waist. "You know," he said. "What I imagine."

"I haven't the faintest clue," Lex smiled, and bit his full lower lip.

Clark shuffled in closer, close enough for the brush of his fly against Lex's flat stomach, but Lex tilted his head, waiting. "Oh, jeez," Clark exhaled. "Um. Okay."

"Mmm?" Lex inquired, eyebrows lifted.

"I like to think of you, um, down there." Clark thought that a significant eye flicker might suffice.

"Down where?" Lex asked, backing away to glance at the floor between them.

"*You* know," Clark urged. "Down *there*."

Lex frowned.

Clark seized his hand, wanting to show him, but Lex pulled it back. "Say it," he ordered.

Clark sighed shakily. "On your knees," he mumbled, and to his shock, Lex knelt.

"What am I doing when I'm down here?" Lex asked, all innocence except Clark thought that Lex's own pants looked a bit tight at the moment.

"You're--" Say it and I'll do it, telegraphed Lex's eyes. "You're blowing me."

Lex's hand immediately went to Clark's belt, too good to be true, because he halted halfway. "Is that all?" he asked, like he was taking an order at a drive-thru. "That's all you imagine about my mouth?"

Clark wanted to say yes, if only to get to the part where Lex's mouth was on him, but some stupid impulse for honesty made him shake his head 'no'. "You -- you lick things."

"What things?"

Hell, faster was better, if it was going to end this anticipation, so Clark opened his mouth and reeled off a list. "My skin, all over. My nipples. My ears. My neck. My -- my --"

"Say it," Lex urged, seizing the end of Clark's belt and slowly flipping it back and forth like a wagging tail.

"You rim me," Clark blurted.

Long seconds where Clark wondered if he'd gone too far, Lex's face going blank and marble, and Clark furiously wished himself back in time. Then, miraculously, Lex's hand moved again, unsteadily -- yes, shaking, fast -- and unfastened Clark's belt, Lex's breath coming short and hot. "Help me," Lex ordered, his fingers fumbling, and Clark was happy to comply, unbutton, unzip, quick shimmy and tug, and -- and --

Lex's mouth, scar stretching white hot. Clark's mind, blissfully blank.

Minutes or hours later, when Clark blinked away the last bright sparkles in his field of vision, he looked down at Lex and knew --

That mouth would do whatever Clark wanted.