Day Six: We're Straight. No, really.

Clark flipped up the hinged part of the counter and upset the little cardboard laser printed sign that said "Metropolis Marriot East Convention Center Welcomes LuthorCorp ~ Merry Christmas!" The bell that had been sitting next to the sing clinked to the floor as he maneuvered Lex through the narrow opening. It was difficult since his friend refused to take his mouth off Clark's neck. A bellhop came out from the depths of the cloak room and froze, staring at them.

"Could you leave us alone for a few minutes? My friend isn't feeling very well." Clark said as Lex groaned and started nibbling down Clark's neck, tugging at the collar that was getting in his way.

The bellhop turned red and his mouth opened and closed a few times, but he didn't say anything, and more importantly he didn't move. Clark glanced back into the hallway, but luckily the guests were all still in the main ballroom. He had to get Lex out of here before-

Lex remembered how to undo Clark's tie.

The bellhop found his voice at the sight of black silk slipping between Lex's fingers.

"You-- You can't do this. Not here. I'll-- security-- You--"

Clark pushed past the bell hop and pried Lex off enough to hold him at arms length. Lex whined in protest until Clark flipped open his jacket and pulled out his friend’s billfold. His fingers brushed over Lex's chest and Lex arched his back and hissed.

Grabbing a few large bills, Clark shoved them at the bell hop, "Get out."

It might have been the money, or Clark might have allowed just the barest gleam of red to sparkle in his eyes, but the bell hop was gone by the time Lex managed to slip back up Clark's arm and start gnawing on his shirt buttons.

"Cla-rk..." Lex groaned.

"Lex? Do you understand me? Come on, Lex!"

Lex hummed in agreement, trapped Clark's thigh between his legs and started to thrust.

"Dammit, Lex, You're the one that said we're straight!"

*~*~*~*

Clark paused outside Lex's office door and listened. Lex was talking to someone. "No, Dad, it's not that-""I'm sure Pam is-" The next pause was longer.

"I understand that, but I really don't think I should have to be on display for half the LuthorCorp employees just because you think one of your prize researchers needs a date. I assure you she can handle herself."

As far as Clark knew, Lex hadn't been on a date since coming home from Belle Reve, and Clark didn't think that a blind date set up by Lionel Luthor was the best place to start. "Yes…. Yes…. I understand. Of course. It's important to give them a show of strength.... very well." Clark heard the phone being set down rather forcefully and decided he should just go on in.

"Hey, Lex!"

Clark put a smile on his face and kept it on even though he could see the tightness around Lex's mouth and the shadows under his eyes. The late afternoon sun was weak and gave Lex's skin a cold bluish tint.

Lex almost managed a smile in response.

"Clark! Is it a vegetable delivery day already?"

"Nah, I just thought maybe I'd come by and we could shoot some pool or something. I've got a history paper I wanted to ask you about, too, but mainly I was thinking pool."

Lex's grin became a little more real as he stood up and, sticking his hands in his pockets, walked around his desk. "Sounds like a great idea. I could stand to do something completely unrelated to work."

"Your dad keeping you busy?"

Lex's face went blank. "Busy would be one way to put it." They went into the game room and Lex began setting the table up for the break. "Busy, definitely. Productive? Not so much."

Selecting a cue and watching as Lex meticulously rolled the balls back and forth across the felt in their tight little triangle, Clark tried to figure out how he cold ask about the date without letting on that he'd been listening at the door.

"So, um, you don't feel like you're getting a lot done, or what?" Lex lifted the triangle carefully, hung it on its hook under the table, and went to select his cue while waving Clark to break. Just as Clark was about to take his shot, Lex answered.

"I don't do shit, Clark."

Clark scratched. "You do that on purpose, don't you?"

Now Lex was really grinning. "The game or the conversation, Clark, it's your choice which you decide to pay attention to. Which you give priority."

Clark snorted. "Yeah, well, a game is a game. You're my friend." He waited until Lex was about to take his shot, before saying, "I'm still going to whip your ass." Lex didn't scratch, but he didn't sink any balls.

They grinned at each other, before Lex conceded, "I've really taught you too much, haven't I?"

"So if you don't do shit at the office, what does he have you doing?"

Lex shrugged, and went to the fridge for a bottle of Ty Nant. "I review reports and old files for projects that have already finished. I evaluate research proposals that have nothing to do with our core business and my father wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. I write up recommendations for process improvements that never get implemented. But mostly I show up at board meetings and parties and attest to the fact that the Luthor heir is sane. Healthy. And in no danger of murdering anyone any time soon."

"Parties?" Clark asked, latching on to the thing that seemed most related to the conversation he had overheard.

"Yes. The LuthorCorp Christmas party is coming up. All the executives and middle management will be there. Dad wants me to attend, with an appropriate date that he's arranged, and show them that the line is still virile."

Clark raised his eyebrows. "Virile?"

"Don't ask."

*~*~*~*

Lex's skin was slightly sticky and it looked almost as if he had glitter smeared across his mouth. Not that Clark could see much of his friend’s mouth at the moment. It was kind of busy as Lex burrowed under his shirt.

"Lex, stop, you have to get it together. We need to get out of here before your Dad finds us! Or the Press! Or-- Or-- oh, wow..." Clark didn't know he could moan and inhale at the same time, but that's what it felt like as Lex's mouth latched on to Clark's nipple and started worrying at it with teeth and tongue. This was wrong. Lex was going to regret this, and Clark had to stop him, had to...

Lex had found his belt buckle.

*~*~*~*~*

"So you don't want to go with this date your dad picked out?" Lex just looked at him over his cue stick, very carefully took his shot, and sank his ball before replying.

"No, I think I'd rather visit my ex-wives."

Oh. So that was bad, then. "Ummm, why not?"

"All she wants is sex."

Clark blinked. He knew that in some reality a girl trying to get a guy into bed would be a bad and terrible thing. He was just having trouble picturing it.

"Okay, so you don't want to sleep with her. Is she ugly or something?"

"No. She's beautiful. And smart, actually. She's in LuthorCorp research and development."

"So she's just not smart enough for you?" Lex actually laughed.

"Oh, I have a feeling SHE thinks she's smart enough. And she is a good conversationalist, even though some of her ideas on environmental policy are rather eccentric."

"I'm really not getting the logic here, Lex."

Lex stood and rested his cue against the floor and ran his left hand up and down the shaft as he pursed his lips and obviously searched for the words to explain the situation to Clark. "It's not just her. The last woman my father made me escort to a company party tried to get me into bed, and the condoms she wanted to use were sabotaged."

This had to be some kinky brand Clark had never heard of. "Sabotaged condoms?"

"She had poked holes in them, Clark. I always check. It's an old trick used by the worst kind of gold diggers. And apparently by women my father is willing to pay to carry the next Luthor heir. It did give me the perfect reason not to go to bed with her. I imagine that Dad has come up with something more subtle this time."

Clark's jaw dropped. "You think your DAD set that up?"

Lex shrugged. "I have reason to believe so, yes. I think I'm not quite the heir dad wants. but I do have certain… qualities, as I think you are aware, that he'd like to see passed on to the next generation of Luthors."

"Well, what are you going to do?"

Lex shrugged leaning against the pool table, the game forgotten. "I'm going to try to keep putting her off, and putting my father off. It's a little difficult because they both know that I'm not in a relationship with anyone. It's more annoying than anything else. I mean, there isn't anything they can do short of drugging me to get me to go to bed with her, and I don't think even Lionel Luthor would stoop to drugging his own son."

Clark's stomach dropped. "Lex, I think you ought to be really careful."

Lex chuckled. "Don't worry. I will be."

"No, I mean, like really careful. You should get someone to say you're dating them. Somebody you can trust. You need to keep her away from you."

Lex raised his eyebrows. "And just who would that be, Clark? I mean obviously, I have so many friends here in Smallville whom I trust enough that I could ask them to pretend to date me. So many people I know wouldn't be tempted by my father's money."

"I'd do it."

The words were out before Clark even realized what he was saying. Lex looked at him, pool game completely forgotten now, and the cue stick leaning precariously against the table.

"Um, say I was dating you, I mean. Not betray you. 'Cause I wouldn't, you know. I never would." Lex had a look on his face that was not dissimilar to the one he generally wore when Clark saved him from serious automobile accidents. "Lex?"

"Clark, there are more holes in that idea than in a naturally aged Swiss cheese." Lex started to tick them off, "You're straight. I'm straight. You're underage. Your parents can't decide if I'm my father or *worse*. My father would never believe it. I'd be run out of town on a rail, and did I forget to mention that your underage and we're both straight? Even if I didn't, it bears repeating."

"I'm eighteen. They held me back a year. We don't have to really date, just pretend. My parents understand about lying to Lionel Luthor, they're actually pretty okay with it. Lionel doesn't have to believe us, just get off your back while he's figuring out what we're doing, and who else would you trust, Lex?"

"I have security." Clark had first hand knowledge of how reliable Lex's security could be. Clark bit his lip.

"They can be bought." Lex's face went blank again and he cocked his head at Clark. It was look that was all too often on Lex's face since Belle Reve. Clark could almost see him sifting what he knew from what he thought he knew. Lex's eyes narrowed.

"Can they, Clark?"

He looked down at his feet, his back to Lex who hadn't moved from where he leaned against the pool table. Lex was his friend. Clark wouldn't let Lionel hurt him again. "It's just - I can do this Lex. The straight thing, well it's not like anyone is going to ask us to have sex in public. I'm of age. And I can protect you, Lex. Maybe not perfectly," he turned back and looked Lex in the eye. "But I won't be bought."

Lex swallowed. "Let me think about it."

"Okay. When's the party?"

*~*~*~*~*

The room smelled of damp fur, leather and wool, overlaid with hotel air fresheners. And Lex. Lex smelled something like sandalwood and lemons with a touch of brine. And sex. God, he smelled like sex.

Clark pulled him back further into the depths of the cloakroom, back behind the racks of minks and chinchillas and burberry woolens and wraps. Clark’s fingers memorized the weave of Lex's jacket as Lex memorized the trail marked by the large vein that pulsed on the underside of Clark's cock. Lex went over it again and again, until Clark thought he was going insane and could he really come in these pants, ‘cause they were brand new and must have cost Lex more than Clark's entire wardrobe of flannel shirts ever had. And really, the straight thing that Lex had taken such care to mention several times was so not a problem right now.

Clark pulled Lex's head up from his chest and held him in the dim light. He looked into his friend’s dark eyes, as he tried one more time. "Lex, there is no safe place to do this. Your penthouse and the mansion are probably bugged, we can't get a room anywhere without the press finding out, and when you wake up tomorrow, I don't know what you're going to think about this. We should stop. I don't want to lose my friend."

Lex panted and his eyes focused on Clark's mouth. Lex swallowed. "I've always liked cloakrooms at Christmas, and you're the best present I've ever gotten."

When Lex pulled him down to kiss, Clark met him half way.

*~*~*~*~*

The ballroom that housed the Christmas party was a vast array of white, gold, and crystal. The crowd was all in their Christmas couture and added accents of red, green, and black. Clark kept blinking in the glare as he followed Lex through the crowd and over toward the front tables.

"Lex! How nice of you to join us!"

Clark watched Lionel approaching through the throng of LuthorCorp executives. His arms spread like some big hairy spider feeling out its web. His teeth were bared in what passed for a smile in the Luthor family. Clark had seen the same toothy threat on Lex occasionally. It made his skin crawl.

Tonight Lex wasn't smiling though. He just looked at his father with hooded eyes.

"I told you I'd be here, Dad."

"Yes, but I was expecting you earlier. Dr. Isley has been looking forward to meeting you." Lionel swept his arm to his left indicating a statuesque redhead coming towards them. She was dressed in a green velvet gown with flowers in her hair.

"Lex, your father said you'd be here tonight, but I was beginning to lose hope." She was graceful and looked soft in all the right places. Clark had to admit that if Lionel was putting her out as bait, then he certainly knew how to pick them.

"Hello, Pam, I'd like to introduce my date, Clark Kent."

Clark remembered hot summer nights in Metropolis clubs, took a step forward and wrapped his arm all the way around Lex's waist, and smiled.

"Mr. Luthor." Clark nodded.

Lionel's eyes narrowed, and Pamela Isley stiffened as her eyes swept up and down Clark's suit.

He pulled Lex close and let her look some more.

"It's really nice to meet you, Ms. Isley."

It turned out that she didn't really smile either.

*~*~*~*

Clark wasn't sure when Lex had finished unbuttoning his shirt or when he'd pushed Clark's pants down to his thighs, but suddenly he realized that Lex was still fully dressed and that if they were going to do this whole gay sex in the coat closet thing, then he wanted Lex naked right along with him.

He peeled Lex off, and ignored the whining and the way Lex was straining to get back to licking down his chest. Pushing him up against the back wall, Clark knocked aside a few heavy winter coats, but couldn't be bothered to care. He started in on Lex's shirt buttons, trying not to send them flying around the coatroom, and when Lex realized what Clark was doing, he started to help.

Now it was Clark's turn to lick and he flattened his tongue to cover as much skin as possible as he ran long streaks of wet across Lex's chest down his stomach, and below his waist.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Lex was chanting as Clark painted his David lines with his tongue and then nibbled on his inner thighs as he stroked his own cock and got lost in the flavor of his best friend.

*~*~*~*~*

The number of people that just had to come up and shake Lex's hand or say a few words to him about their most current project boggled the mind. Clark couldn't believe the way Lex kept on politely nodding, smiling, and coming up with names for each and every face. Clark would be lucky to remember his own name after all this.

Lionel and Dr. Isley had left them alone during the evening's meal, and now the dancing had started. Clark rather expected another attempt from one or both of them, but so far it had just been a parade of loyal secretaries that Lex had to dance with.

Well, two wasn't quite a parade, but still.

Lex was supposed to be Clark's date.

Clark sipped his punch and tried to catch a glimpse of Lex out on the dance floor.

"Well, young Mr. Kent is coming up in the world."

Clark spun around to find Lionel standing just behind him.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Mr. Luthor."

"Well, you're dating my son, apparently, you can't get much higher than that."

Again with the teeth.

Clark was starting to really hate Lionel's teeth. Almost as much as his hair.

Lionel clapped him on the shoulder. "Just remember, Clark, the higher you are the harder the fall."

Clark stepped back out of reach and tried to maintain a neutral expression. "I don’t think I know what you mean, Mr. Luthor."

"Well Lex is a Luthor you know. No matter what little dalliances he might have on the side, he's always going to have the family's best interest at heart. And a sterile same sex relationship is certainly not going to be in the family's best interest, is it?"

"I think that is up to Lex. You have no say in whether he has a child or not, or how he raises it. Not any more than you have the right to say who he dates."

Lionel pursed his lips as if thinking, and then nodded slowly. "Of course, you're right. But it would appear that Lex is in fact making those decisions."

"What?"

"I do apologize. His going off and leaving you is just appalling manners. Let me pay for a limo ride home. It will only take a few phone calls."

But Clark wasn't listening anymore. He rushed past Lionel, just barely keeping his speed in check as he scanned the dancers.

No sign of Lex.

It was just a few minutes later that he started using his Xray vision on hotel rooms.

He found them on the seventeenth floor. Pamela Isley was wrapped around Lex like some kind of writhing vine when Clark broke the lock on her door and barreled in.

"Clark!" she sang out as he entered. "Won't you join us?" she opened a small compact with her free hand and blew across the powder, sending a cloud of glitter floating into his face.

Clark sputtered and wiped at his face as she laughed. Then he glared and said, "Let him go, now, or I'll make you release him."

She frowned. "No, Clark, join us! Lex? Don't you want Clark to join us? Did Lionel tell you? We're making babies tonight! Babies that are going to buy me the largest tract of privately owned Amazonian Rainforest ever!"

Lex looked up from where he'd buried his head in Pamela Isley's bosom and nodded vaguely. Then he caught sight of Clark, and he smiled.

"Clark."

He said it softly and sweetly, and Clark saw red.

"I said get off him!" he ripped Lex from her arms as she scowled and sputtered.

"You can't do this! You have to do what I say!"

"No, I don't." Clark answered, realizing that once again his alien physiology had saved him for being controlled by some kind of pheromone or something.

He lifted Lex and carried him like a bride, but this time he left the honeymoon suite.

Even as he raced for the stairs, Lex had started kissing his neck. He had to get Lex someplace safe where he could sleep this off.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Lex tasted so good. He sounded good too. The little cries he made. The moans and whimpers. Clark wanted more.

"Turn around, Lex."

Lex shuddered. Clark bit his hip bone a little less than gently.

"Turn. Around."

Finally, with Clark's help, Lex did turn. He dug his hand underneath the coats he'd been cushioned on, and braced against the wall as Clark continued to paint him with a tongue that became bolder and more agile with every second.

When Clark spread Lex's ass cheeks and licked a lone long hard stroke straight up his crack, Lex bit into a mink stole that was hanging in front of him, and he screamed.

But Clark didn't stop. Instead he went deeper and reached around to Lex's front to take ahold of his cock and work on making him scream even louder.

He was enjoying himself so much, that it took several seconds to notice that Lex wasn't just making noises anymore. He was chanting.

"In me, in me, in me."

Clark stopped and leaned his head against the back of Lex's thigh.

He wanted to.

But he couldn't.

Standing, he pulled Lex against his chest, until his cock was resting in the crease of Lex's ass. Lex melted against him.

"Come on, Clark. Fuck me already."

It was the most coherent thing Lex had said since Clark had taken him from Dr. Isley's room.

"You don't want this, Lex. You're straight. You're going to wake up in the morning and hate me if I go through with this."

Lex raised his arms and stretched back to gently grip Clark's neck and pull him closer.

"There is nothing that bitch could give me that could make me not love you. I want this. I want you. And if you want me too then I think we should both be reevaluating our statements of straightness.

And to punctuate his sentiments, Lex thrust back and ground his ass into Clark's hardness.

Clark wanted to.

Lex said he wanted to.

So Clark gave in.

He pulled back just enough to angle his cock for Lex's spit slicked hole and slowly pressed forward.

God it felt good.

The head went in without too much trouble, and Clark pressed on slowly until he was seated all the way in the silky tight heat of Lex's ass. The heat coming off Lex and the scent of musk and spice enveloped Clark's senses. He didn't want to move, he wanted to stay here forever, and yet he wanted to move faster and faster, because it felt so damn good.

And before he knew it they were moving and coming and rubbing against the coats on the wall, as Lex hung on to the large hooks and grunted, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" in time with each thrust, until—

Lex shuddered, pulsed, gasped, and his ass gripped Clark so tightly that he followed almost immediately.

They leaned, one on the other, against the wall, panting.

Finally Lex spoke.

"So, Clark, I'm really thinking we need to re-evaluate some statements we both made recently." His voice was breathy and amused.

And happy.

Clark grinned. "Yeah, I'm definitely thinking we should move into the "not so straight" category.

"Yes, I think so."

Then they heard a bell ring.

"Hello? I need to pick up my coat. Hello?"