Day Four: Look at Me

He knows what he looks like.

Despite the stammering shyness around certain girls and a humility that comes from an honest place, Clark knows what he looks like. The towel is wrapped so low around his hips it shows the top of his hair. The towel is also a deep violet and more plush and soft than any towel he's ever touched. He didn't know they made towels this thick, but then again, he doesn't know a lot of things.

The towel drops to the floor and he has to use a very mild form of his heat vision to evaporate the mirror's fog. He sees himself, and he knows he's only been this aware of his looks since the second round of red K.

"I'd like to leave in half an hour, Clark."

Lex's voice is so quiet it triggers his super hearing, and in an even lower tone he replies, "I'm not ready."

"What was that?" X-ray reveals Lex leaning in the doorway to the guest bedroom, fingers trailing back and forth over the waistband of his boxer briefs. His shirt is open, black, and shimmering even in the dim light of hallway. Shot through with iridescent purple threads, it flows like water as he checks his watch, then glances back at the bathroom door.

"How did you know my size, anyway?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

He wraps his towel back around his waist higher this time and shakes water from his hair. It sizzles when it hits the mirror. "Someone bent on contributing to the delinquency of a --," he opens the bathroom door.

"You're not a minor anymore, Clark. That's what tonight's all about."

"An impressionable farm boy, then?" He grins and turns away from Lex.

"It's time you knew more about Metropolis nightlife."

"My parents can't technically make return your gifts any more. My birthday present doesn't have to be intangible."

Clark picks up the slacks and holds them up, making a show of investigating the black, fitted trousers. "What are friends for, if not to lead their friends into tempation."

Clark looks through the pants, to the mirror, and watched as Lex's gaze took a long, slow trip down his body.On the trip back, Lex stopped on Clark's ass.

"And deliver them from evil, Lex." His friend licked his lower lip and it was all Clark could do not to sigh.

"What kind of place is this? What kinds of girls do they have?"

There was a nearly imperceptable shake of Lex's head then he began to button up his shirt. "It's a diverse club. All kinds. Why, do you have a preference?"

"Dark hair. Well built. I like what you like."

"I'm not sure our tastes are all that similar."

"You'd be surprised." Clark slides his hand inside the shirt Lex has left for him. He test the fabric. "Stretchy, nice." Turning back to the mirror, he slides it on and buttons it up. Again, he holds the slacks up, examining the rear, hiding the fact that he's watching Lex watch him.

"I'll be back in a few minutes. Your shoes are over there." Lex gestures towards the foot of the bed, and Clark brings the slacks out of his eyeline. Lex stands up straight, abandoning the lazy grace of leaning back against the door frame.

"Lex?" Clark knows what he looks like. He knows what his body can do.

"Yes?"

Clark drops his towel, then bends to slide on his slacks. "Thanks. I appreciate this. And I'm glad we're getting to hang out." He turns to face the doorway as he zips up. "I've missed that."

"You're welcome." Lex's eyes are on his for a long second. "I've missed it too."

* * * * *

The bodies remind Clark of a field of corn, right before a storm hits. Only, it's made of black and peach and brown rather than green and gold. "Go. Enjoy. That's why I brought you."

"You don't dance?"

"Honestly, I'm surprised that you want to." Lex casually gestures towards the stairs. "Go. I can keep myself occupied. Just let me know if someone wants to take you home."

Clark starts down the stairs then glances back. "You too."

Lex sets down his glass and leans back into the one of the obscenely comfortable chairs on their VIP balcony. "Me what?"

"Let me know if someone wants to take me home."

* * * * *

When he was younger, it seemed like he was discovering new things his body could do every day. New powers. New hairs. New records for most jack-offs in one day. The revelations came slower, now. New thoughts. New ways of looking at people. New aches.

As soon as the bulldog with an earpiece lifts the rope and Clark steps down to the dance floor level he's surrounded by people. Enveloped. Two brunettes with stunning eye makeup and metallic scraps draped across their chests approach.

The taller of the two wraps an arm around his neck. "Hi."

"Hello."

"Are you having a good time?"

"Now I am."

"I'm Yasmin. This is Katie. Would you like to have a better time?"

Katie's breasts press against his back, and Clark doesn't need to X-ray either to know the reason for the firm, unnatural perkiness. It also doesn't take much thought to realize what's going on. He would have expected more subtlety from Lex, but maybe Lex doesn't expect subtlety from him.

Clark sees the bulldog glance from the balcony to Clark and back again. He's waiting for something. "Yes. Yes I would."

There's a chunky gold watch on the man's wrist, and he's very discreet as he whispers something into his lapel. Clark turns to catch Lex turning away from the railing. The girls giggle in unison.

"Excuse me sir." He catches the bodyguard's wrist. "Can you do me a favor?" A nod, and then, "Ask him if we can use the limo." Confirmation, and a quick glance upward finds Lex back at the railing, drink in hand.

Someone's fingers are negotiating his waistband with practiced ease yet he finds it remarkably easy to keep eye contact with his friend. "One more thing," he says without looking away from Lex. "Tell him he needs to join us."

* * * * *

To his left is Yasmin, her fingers skating up and down his thigh. To his right, Katie is busy unbuttoning his shirt.

Directly in front of him sits Lex, one arm thrown across the back of the limo seat. He's slipped off his shoes and has one foot resting against the bar to their left. When they first started driving Yasmin teased his inner thigh with one pointy high heel, but with a shake of his head, she refocused on Clark.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

Clark glanced from girl to girl then back into Lex's eyes.

"What makes you think that?"

"I don't know, maybe the fact that they don't mind us discussing them like they're not here." Katie's hands are smooth and cool, and she seems to have taken a special interest in his nipples. Yasmin's head dips down as she leans across him and takes the other one in her mouth.

"Sometimes you're very observant, Clark." Two more ice cubes clink as they drop into his glass, and Lex pours a generous amount of a carmel colored liquor into his glass.

"Sometimes--oh." Katie's got his cock out of his pants now, and she's stroking the half hard shaft lazily. She looks from Clark to Lex and back again, a sly smile twisting her lips.

"Sometimes what?"

"You're not."

"I see more than you think, Clark."

Now there's a mouth on his dick. There's a mouth on his dick and he gently pulls her off of him for a second. Eyes closed, he kicks off his shoes and a few seconds later, his pants are a puddle of expensive fabric on the floor of the limo. His knees bump Lex's as he scoots down in his seat and spreads his legs.

"I know you do." Yasmin's mouth stops his words, and for a moment he's in a fog of perfume and wet and flesh.

"Tell me something."

"Mm-hm."

"Why did you ask me to join you?"

Clark slides his foot across the floor, and scoots lower on the seat. He sets one foot on the edge of Lex's seat next to his free hand. Then there's a second mouth on his cock and he's got to let his head fall back against the headrest and enjoy for a moment.

"Did I mention thank you?"

"You did."

He feels the warmth of the hand near his foot and seeks it out, flexing and bending his toes, pushing them into the plush seat and beneath a finger. He doesn't expect to feel it as strongly as he does. His cock pulses in someone's mouth, and he hears a giggle. The tangle of hair spread across his lap hides the identity but he hears a wet pop, and someone whispers, "Nice." He brushes their hair back, first one, then the other, and he wonders what he looks like.

Lex is very still. He's watching the activities being performed on and to Clark's cock with a boredom that would hurt Clark if it weren't for his Vision. If it weren't for the heart beating a sprinter's pace in Lex's chest. Another sip, and Lex stares out the window, watching the busy downtown streetcorner. They're in the heart of the Metropolis theatre district.

Clark presses the intercom button. "Stop here."

"Clark?"

Without looking at Lex, Clark slides his hands beneath the girls' chins and gently pulls them up. "Thank you," He kisses one well manicured hand, then the other, "Ladies, you've been lovely."

They look from Lex to him and back to Lex. Clark leans forward and is glad for his size at this moment, for the length of his arms. He easily opens one door handle then the other. "I've had a wonderful time, really. Enjoy the rest of your night." Clark pulls his pants to his lap, covering his still wet erection.

They both plant kisses on his cheeks and isn't paying enough attention to know who whispers into his ear. "You're welcome." She cups her hand and very softly says, "You should go for it." Then the doors swing open and there's a riot of neon and traffic and people in view for a few seconds before they're back in the relative darkness and quiet of the limo's back seat.

He knows what he looks like. He lets go of the pants, lets them slide to the floor. Takes a deep breath and stares at Lex's face. Lex is still staring out the window. "You didn't enjoy your birthday present."

"It wasn't what I expected, but I did."

"This wasn't part of the plan." Lex gestures at himself with his glass and Clark feels the slightest tremor against his foot. The smallest curling of Lex's fingers.

"I expected you to show me the Metropolis nightlife."

"So the whores were a bad idea?" He shoots a look at Clark and moves his hand to rest on his knee. "I presumed. I apologize."

"Don't."

"What, then?"

Clark doesn't answer. He's not sure what to say. He's even less sure what to do. This wasn't part of his plan either. He didn't have a plan, but sitting naked and hard across from Lex certainly wasn't part of it.

A minute goes by, then two and the silence develops its own weight. Clark slips his foot off the seat and hears a sharp exhale from Lex.

"Will you do something for me?"

"Name it, birthday boy." Another tired and annoyed sigh and Lex turns his gaze back to Clark. "What do you want?"

"Look at me."

"I am."

Clark's hand travels up his inner thigh. "I just want you to look at me."

Rougher voice, this time, Lex says "I am."

His palm is so warm on his cock, and he wants to close his eyes as he starts to stroke. It's reflex, but he fights it, because more than coming, he wants this audience.

"You're always looking at me, Lex."

He sets down his drink and adjusts the front of his pants. "I am?"

"You are."

"You noticed?"

Clark spreads his legs a little further and tugs gently at his balls with his other hand. He can't take his eyes off of Lex's, can't take his eyes off the pulsing of the capillaries in his face. He hears the thrumming of Lex's heartbeat and times his strokes to it for a few seconds then stops.

"I'm..." Clark slides from the seat to kneel on the floor between Lex's knees. "Very..." He slips a finger into Lex's collar and pulls his face down an inch from Clark's. "Observant."

For a long moment he holds his breath, and prays that his powers of observation are what he thought they were. Just as he's given up hope of finding something in those icy, inscrutable eyes he shuts his own. His cheeks flush. He opens his mouth to apologize but then there are lips and the taste of whiskey and knows that he's about to find out a few new things his body can do.