Fic for twinsarein (part three)

[canonicallygay]

For: twinsarein
From: to be announced
Type: Fic
Request: slice-of-life, happy ending, romance, porn, first-time, revealing
Rating: NC-17
Title: Jack Frost
Warnings: none
Summary: It's not Metropolis... what do people in Smallville do for winter break? Clark decides to take Lex snow camping just the two of them. First he has to talk both Lex and his dad into it. Once there... well, honestly, what would *you* do if you got Lex alone for four days?
Gifter's Notes: Set mid-season two. My giftee wanted Old School slice in the life of Clex with a happy ending, and NC-17 if I would. ^^ The expanded request when I poked for more was for options of dirty talk, one of the boys being possessive, first times, with a slight top!Clark preference. I'm an over-achiever, so I tried to cover all that, though my dirty talk might need some work. Hope you enjoy! :)


Without movement, even with the snow gear on, it got cold before the ice had a chance to really pack in. After a couple of mildly sarcastic comments from Lex about the chill and the benefits of indoor fireplaces, Clark and Lex went back to the camp, and then started on other chores. Clark showed Lex how to find wood that was dry and would burn. Lex made more sarcastic remarks about wishing for minions for firewood chopping but he settled into looking for the wood fairly well. Clark suspected Lex appreciated the warmth of working more than the survival skill knowledge. He also didn't think there was a chance in hell that Lex would have voluntarily done this if Clark hadn't trapped him. Clark grinned happily.

While Lex gathered the wood, Clark worked on a fire pit. He built up a packed snow barrier around it that would keep the wind away, while leaving it open enough that the fire wouldn't melt everything. A little further away, he built up another snow pack that he would form into a shelter for the wood. Really, he should have done this at same time as their cave, but Lex had... distracted him.

And Clark was really ready for some more distraction. Why did he want to go snow camping again? Okay for him, but Lex wrapped in multiple sets of clothes was just *frustrating*. Of course, later, Clark could take them all off one by one...

"Happy thoughts?"

Clark smiled dreamily, and then blushed as he met Lex's gaze.

Lex laughed. "If you don't get cold... then you know what I want to see?"

Okay, Lex was using *that* voice. Clark's breathing immediately started to deepen. "What?"

Lex sat down next to Clark, brushing snow off his pants. Then he started one of his stories, only it wasn't one of the ones he normally told Clark. "Out by that lake. You, taking off your gloves and jacket. Then your scarf. Then your shirt. You stand there, bare chested with the snow flying around you. You place your hands on your hips and look my way. I catch my breath, and ease my hand inside my clothes, where I am warm, so warm... You lie down in the snow and make snow angels, steam rising around from where you melt it, fixing the angel into ice, becoming a deity of snow. As I'm burning and wishing I could join you, you stand up again and take off the pants and shoes. You walk bare-footed out onto the ice of the lake. Michael diAngelo never had a subject so perfect to sculpt. Ruben would forgo his women to paint you. You stand there, facing me, a grin on your face, an invitation for fun. Not a Roman sculpture, but an Etruscan, with emotion and warmth and love. You grip yourself, as I do the same inside my clothes. You out in the open, your feet on ice, white flakes floating around you, your hand moving, your eyes meeting mine, our breaths as one. We come at the same time, my spunk in my clothes and yours splattering the ice, melting holes where it touches."

It took Clark several moments to realize that Lex was finished. He pulled his hand out from his pants where it had wandered at some point. "Jesus Christ, Lex!" Clark swallowed, his throat dry, his body too hot for all the clothes he was wearing. "Oh my God..."

Lex grinned in ultimate pleased satisfaction. "Liked that?"

"Fuck, Lex. I knew you were good at stories..."

"I'm hoping it will be more than a story at some point in the next few days." Lex purred, his body leaning in towards Clark.

Clark gulped. He could do that. Oh God, he could do that.

He grabbed Lex and kissed him with all the built-up lust Lex had created. Lex kissed back just as fiercely, thrusting his tongue into Clark's mouth and pushing up against Clark. Clark realized that Lex was as hot and bothered as he was, and somehow that calmed him down. He wasn't the only one; this wasn't a one-sided desire. Lex wanted him as much as he wanted Lex. Lex had, most likely, been waiting for this even longer than Clark. Waiting, and not thinking it would ever happen. Lex might be pessimistic about their chances, but he wanted it too much to protest properly; which Clark was rather thankful for.

Gentling his kiss, Clark tried to express his feelings through their contact. It must have worked as Lex's kiss also gentled, becoming sweeter, more tender. They held each other and parted only gradually, their gazes locked together. Clark didn't know what he looked like, but Lex looked happy. One of the genuine joyful looks that came so rarely and were so precious. Clark wanted to make Lex look like that much more often.

Raising his hand, Clark touched Lex's cheek.

Lex flinched away and then controlled the withdrawal. "Cold," he explained ruefully. "I guess that wasn't an entirely accurate story."

"Mostly. We'll have to try it," Clark drew his hand back. His body did get cold, he just didn't notice it much himself. But his mom and dad had remarked on it on other trips. On the other hand, he was also changing. When he'd been iced... that hadn't lasted for very long before he'd shrugged it off. And he hadn't been invulnerable before. Clark shifted uncomfortably, reminded of his alien body and his alien heritage.

What if having sex with somebody killed them? He didn't exactly have a large sample size to evaluate. Kyla, dead. Jessie, gone. Did what he did with Chloe and Pete count as sex? But then they'd been under the influence of the alien creature from the cave so maybe it protected them. Would Lex be okay?

"Clark?" Lex's voice was worried, carefully modulated but still concerned.

"Um, sorry." Clark pulled himself back to the moment, the heat lost with the cold of his worries. He looked at Lex, drinking in the sight of his friend, protected in his cold-weather gear, face framed in the soft dark hat. He hadn't told Lex everything. Not even a part of it. Clark wanted Lex to accept him for who he was, but he didn't want him to love him just for the oddness. He wanted Lex to love him as a human, but it was a lie not to tell him he was alien. "Lex..."

Lex took off his gloves and cupped Clark's face between his hands. He leaned in and kissed him, a gentle closed-mouth kiss that put pressure between their lips without heat. Just them, touching, being one without the lust. A protective and accepting gesture of reassurance.

When Lex pulled away, he stroked his fingers through Clark's hair, gently tangling and soothing in steps. "It's okay, Clark." He came back in and kissed Clark's nose, then his eyelid, then his cheek, all the while petting with his hands.

Clark sighed, his fears not gone, yet held at bay with the gentle caresses. "I should make that snow cave now..."

"Some place to warm up would be good," Lex agreed, his mouth still breathing on Clark's cheek, his hands still stroking. "Though I'm dubious about snow holding in heat. I know the theory, but the practice will be another case."

Clark stayed where he was until he could feel Lex's hands chilling, contact with Clark not enough to keep them warm in the cold air. Clark stood up, pulling out Lex's gloves from inside his shirt where he'd tucked them after Lex had put his gloves in his pocket. He put one back and reached for Lex's left hand.

Lex let him take it, his eyes smoldering as Clark traced the fingers and slowly pulled the glove on over them. When Lex's hand was encased in warmth again, Clark put a kiss on the palm, tickling his lips on the fabric. Then he repeated it with the right hand.

"I think I'm starting to like cold weather," Lex remarked, flexing his hands inside their gloves, his attention wholly focused on Clark.

"You'll like it better after I've finished the cave." It took a huge effort of will to step away from Lex. Clark somehow managed, then turned to test the snow pack he'd laid down earlier. It was ready, firm and solid, ice crystals interlocking the layers to form a solid surface.

Getting out the shovels again, Clark carefully dug one single entrance at the side facing the fire, out of the wind path. It was a small entrance, barely big enough for him to get through. He made it a foot up off the ground in case of snow fall later, and for better access. Clark firmed up the edges, shoring them and making them as secure as he knew how to, and then he looked back at Lex.

Lex was standing near, watching him, his face lit up. Clark hadn't used any speed yet, wanting to make sure the entrance was really well done, and still, Lex watched him with the same admiration he'd shown earlier.

Noticing Clark's regard, Lex smiled, "I love watching you work."

"Should I go normal speed?" Clark teased.

Clark hadn't realized it was possible for Lex to get any brighter. Lex's breathing changed, and his gaze locked on Clark. "I won't ask," he said, hungrily. "I won't. But... if you want to show me, I won't say no."

With a light heart, Clark zoomed into motion, digging into the cave, darting in and out through the little opening with piles of snow, dumping it out and going back in for more. This was probably less for Lex to see than before because he was mostly inside the cave as he dug it out and shaped it, yet every time Clark glanced at Lex, he was still standing there with his lips parted and his eyes shining, watching Clark.

Clark slowed down every time he went in and out so his speed didn't collapse the opening -- they had had that happen before. He also went more carefully on the edges. As he was shaping the final interior, Lex slid inside, carrying the tarp.

"I thought I might be able to help at this stage." Lex looked around the inside, squinting. It was very dim lighting, with only the light from the opening and the two airholes Clark had poked at the top.

Putting the patting down of the dome off for a moment, Clark slipped out and grabbed a couple of candles, then shrugged and grabbed the packs whole. When he went back inside, Lex had almost finished laying out all of the tarp, despite the darkness and the lack of full standing room.

"I'm used to working in the dark," Lex explained with a grin at Clark's inquiry.

Clark shook his head and put the candles up on their shelves, lighting the first one with his heat vision and melting a touch from the bottom to give it a solid base of wax to adhere to.

There was a gasp from Lex's corner where he was rolling out the sleeping bags. "Ho---" Lex cut himself off.

With a small grin of his own, Clark moved to the other side and, in full view with the one candle's light, used his heat vision on the second. When that one was placed, Clark did the third.

Then he turned to Lex.

Lex crawled his way over, kneeling up when he got to Clark and putting a trembling hand on Clark's face. He wasn't trembling from revulsion or fear, though. His expression made that very very clear. Gently, he traced over Clark's eyes, Clark's lids falling shut as Lex did so. Then Lex kissed Clark's eyelids one at a time, then he licked them, gently, and kissed them again after. "Clark," Lex moaned, the name drifting over Clark's eyes. "Ah, Clark..." Lex kissed his way down and claimed Clark's lips again.

Free to move, Clark put his arms around Lex, holding him tightly. This close, he could feel Lex's body trembling all over, movements that transferred into the kiss. Clark pulled slightly away, "Are you cold?"

"Cold? Oh no, not cold..." Lex kissed Clark again, then moved back. "How much more needs to be done immediately?"

Clark glanced around the cave. The rest of it could wait. Well... if he wanted this to last, maybe not all of it. He pulled the little camp heater out of his pack and set it up, not too close to a wall. Then he unzipped the sleeping bags and rezipped them into a single larger one. He shoved the rest of his pack with the stuff they didn't need right now into the cave opening. Then he turned to Lex.

Lex had taken off his jacket and his boots, carefully setting them out. He hadn't removed anything else, though, and he was watching Clark.

With a gulp, Clark quickly took off his own shoes. His jacket was somewhere outside still. Clark didn't care. He shuffle-crawled over to Lex, putting his hands on Lex's scarf.

Lex's eyes dipped down, permission and allure.

With careful movements, Clark unwound the scarf from around Lex's neck. Then he leaned in to kiss the flesh that had just been revealed. Under the clothes, Lex was very warm indeed. Clark licked and nibbled until Lex was shuddering in his arms.

"There's more to come off," Lex said, his voice trembling. He pushed Clark gently back and unbuttoned Clark's shirt.

Impatient, Clark worked on Lex's at the same time. Lex was wearing two layers of shirts, an outer buttoned one and an inner thermal set. Clark was wearing the same, though he didn't really need the inner one. He'd worn it, though, because he hadn't been totally sure if he would reveal everything to Lex or not. He planned to, but he'd chickened out before. So many times in the last year, he'd almost told Lex. This time, not telling Lex was working out much better.

Apparently equally as impatient, Lex's mouth descended on Clark's neck, returning the earlier favor with greater finesse.

Clark cried out, accidently tearing the last few buttons off Lex's shirt. He swayed back on his knees, rocking into the motion as Lex worked on him. His hands reached to grab Lex's hips and found Lex also swaying. In his wildest dreams, he'd never imagined such a reaction. Hot sex, yes, but he'd not imagined it in such detail, and his Lex had always been the Lex he'd seen with Victoria and the others, hot but also cool, sex for recreation and passion but nothing more. This Lex was more. This was *his* Lex, with all that genius and all the attention focused on Clark, and wanting him equally as much.

"Lex," Clark said in wonder, running his hands up under Lex's inner shirt and feeling the smooth warm body.

Lex moved back from Clark and pulled off his shirts, tossing them aside. His hat was dislodged and fell next to them. Clark watched reverently, then shook himself and took his own shirts off. They came together again, pressing up chest to chest, holding each other tightly so there was no space between. Hands roved over backs, over heads, through Clark's hair, over Lex's bare scalp. Down spines, out along ribs, up to collarbones, down again to deeper flesh, tracing the edges of their pants. Repetitively, their hips ground together, not separating enough for thrusting, but each needing to be close.

Clark needed more. He pushed until he'd created some space between them, then he bent his head and licked Lex's collarbone. Lex's hands came up to Clark's shoulders and gripped tightly there as he tilted his head back.

His goal was more of Lex, but Clark couldn't help raising his head to look at Lex, with the gorgeous long neck stretched out and Lex's head bent in a perfect arc. Lex's eyes, half-closed and unseeing, his mouth parted. Sweat rising on his skin despite the cold air. The snow cave would heat up soon. Very soon at this rate.

Growling, Clark turned back and focused on a nipple. He grabbed it gently with his teeth and then licked it, his saliva dripping down onto Lex's skin, which he also licked off.

Lex cried out, his whole body arching, following the curve he'd set with his neck, bringing his chest closer to Clark; an invitation and demand.

"Clark, please," Lex begged, his voice cracking. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard, and fuck me now. I need you, Clark. I need you in me, I have to have you. I can't wait. God, I should have more control than this. But fuck, Clark... it's you... it's really you."

Lex shuddered, his voice running out and his body coming down from its arch. He opened his eyes and the gaze burned into Clark. Lex meant every word he'd said, and his need reached out and gripped Clark, making Clark gasp and shudder. Clark didn't know if he could wait long enough to do what Lex asked.

"Do you have...?" Clark's grip on Lex's hips possibly would leave bruises in the morning. Lex apparently wasn't, however, objecting.

Pale lids closing over azure eyes. Then they opened again. "Fuck that. I didn't come planning on sex with my best under-aged friend! Spit works. I'm clean. Certified every month. Just fucking do me now! You *do* know how to? I can tell you how to put your fingers in me, opening me up---"

Clark put his hand over Lex's mouth and bent next to his ear. "Lex, if you fucking talk like that, I'm going to fucking come before I'm anywhere *near* you. God." And then Clark remembered... Lex may not have come planning on sex, but Clark had.

He dove for his pack blocking the door and fumbled through his stuff. He'd packed it in close to the bottom in case his dad decided to check his pack one more time... Where the hell was it? Once Lex had started throwing in the curse words, Clark couldn't keep his mind off them. Fuck was a beautiful word, a wonderful word. It was descriptive and simple, an action and an adjective, something to be done, to have done, and where the fuck were the fucking condoms and lube?

There they were. Clark grabbed them out and barely remembered to shove Lex's pack in the cave opening instead. His own wasn't exactly snow-proof anymore.

When he turned back to Lex, he stared. Lex had stripped the rest of the way, and was lying on top of the sleeping bags. He was on his side, hands busy on his dick, his gaze focused on Clark.

Clark gulped. His pants were too small. Very much too small. He unzipped, thankful he was invulnerable as he had some troubles with the zipper and the pressure pushing against it. Finally, he managed, without actually breaking the zipper. He hadn't brought that many clothes along. Though these would need to be washed from earlier what with Lex's sexy tongue and hot body and... Clark was going to come before he got back to Lex at this rate. Quickly, he sat down and pulled his pants off, not caring about looking sexy, just needing them *off*. In his imagination, he'd planned on seducing Lex with poise and showing how grown-up he was...

"God, Clark, you're gorgeous." Lex gasped, his hand gripping the base of his dick hard as if he was holding himself back from coming. "Fucking beautiful... I dreamed, oh Zeus did I dream, but God, you're so much more... Statue to life, and just as hard. Roman youth running in the race, conquering all, to be rewarded by the gods. What did the gods need with such beautiful young men and women? They weren't celibate gods, that's for sure. I bet they came down from Mount Olympus and looked at you and spread you out and---"

"For pity's sake, Lex!" Clark had hold tightly at the base of his own penis, gripping with super strength, his eyes screwed shut as he concentrated on not coming.

"Fuck fucking, get the hell over here, Clark!"

Clark abandoned the lube and condoms and got to the other side somehow. He didn't remember crawling, he just remembered being in Lex's arms, holding him, being held by him, kissing him. Tongues and fingers and bodies grinding together, pushing, thrusting. He gathered Lex to him and shuddered as his dick rubbed against Lex's. They both gasped, crying out as their skin met over and over again. Clark thrust his tongue into Lex's mouth in imitation of what he wasn't doing with his dick. Lex opened for it, mouth open, sucking on Clark's tongue, while he never stopped making muted moans.

Pushing, Clark rolled Lex over on his back and followed on top of him, his hips slamming into Lex's before he paused to find the right angle. There. There... Clark cried as his penis slid smoothly against Lex's, as Lex's slid along that groove. Lined up together, rubbing. Not thrusting as much so they didn't break the flow.

Lex's head was thrown back again, his body open to Clark, his hands clutching Clark's ass and pulling him into him. "Clark... My Clark...!" Lex stiffened, his body arching one more time before warm liquid splashed over Clark and Lex fell back.

The sight of Lex coming. Clark gasped, his hand going between them to grasp himself and pump. Lex's body beneath him was relaxing into complete abandonment. His eyes were barely open, unfocused, groping for a sight of Clark. A line of drool escaped out of the corner of his mouth. Sweat gleamed over his body. Clark sat up to see Lex better, and pumped faster, his eyes on Lex. He so fucking wanted to be inside Lex right this moment...

Clark came, streaking Lex's stomach with a line of white.

He continued to sit up for a moment while his body shuddered with more release than just the obvious. Then he slowly sank down, lying on top of Lex. Their come smeared together as he shifted, scooting down so that his head was on Lex's chest. Lex's arms came up to encase him.

Their breathing slowed. Sweat dried. They stayed curled into each other, Clark listening to Lex's heart beat, feeling the gentle rhythm as his head moved to Lex's chest raising and falling with his breaths. Lex petted Clark, his hands moving on Clark's back, stroking without direction.

"Clark." Lex was the first to eventually say something. Clark's name was spoken with reverence and amazement. There was more silence after that, though Lex's petting became more directional, and he also started carding through Clark's hair.

It felt so good that as much as Clark loved Lex's bald head, he almost wished Lex had hair so he could do the same thing to him. Clark stretched out, spreading himself along Lex's naked body below his and feeling the skin against skin. Lex really was bald all over. Clark almost felt like he was gliding on silk, except where their sweaty patches had dried onto each other. And other sticky spots.

Inching his way up Lex's body, Clark made it to Lex's head while Lex laughed at him.

"Clark," Lex said again, his voice satisfied and happy.

Clark leaned in and kissed him. Kissing Lex had become his absolute favorite pastime. Better than chocolate, better than coffee. The taste of Lex, the feel of him. The way Lex melted under his tongue and then returned to drive that kick right back, both sweet and exciting.

Lex held on to Clark and returned the kiss with interest. He stretched under Clark and then brought a leg up, stroking along Clark's leg, even as his hand stroked down Clark's arm.

It felt so damn good, to be naked with Lex. Better than any of his dreams, because his dreams hadn't included cuddling or this lazy petting that they were doing. Both enjoying each other's body without the sharp lust. Lust there was still aplenty, but Clark was satiated from his orgasm and found it muted, theoretical but with the real knowledge that they would do it again soon. Now was the time for exploration, for gliding down Lex's body and seeing what smooth silk skin felt like on rough farmer's hands. Seeing what dried sweat and come tasted like on his tongue. Further down, exploring what a cut penis was like, and thoroughly cleaning it for later.

Lex clenched his hands in Clark's hair and sighed in pleasure, the sound music to Clark's ears. Clark kept it up until Lex tugged him up, wanting more kisses, and his share of exploring.

Eventually, they slowed again.

"You were right," Lex said dreamily.

"About the sex?"

"That a snow cave can be nice and warm."

Clark had almost forgotten where they were. There was actually more they needed to do to finish it, and he wondered how comfortable Lex really was lying on just the sleeping bags. Clark hadn't had a chance to put down the softer bedding that normally went between the tarp and the bags. It really *was* pretty warm in there, though. Clark rolled over to his back and scanned the ceiling worriedly. He'd left a thicker wall layer than normal, but if they warmed the place up too much, it could still come down on them. Crawling to the space heater, Clark turned it off. Between the candles and their body heat, they didn't need it right now. Save it for later, when they weren't having sex.

Lex rolled on his side and watched Clark. "By the way..."

Clark looked back at the question and half-accusation in Lex's tone. "What?" He really hoped Lex wasn't going to ask why Clark hadn't told him sooner.

"Are condoms and lube part of your *normal* snow camping trips?"

"Um," Clark glanced to where they were scattered on the ground along with the rest of his stuff and he blushed furiously.

Lex snorted. "I think I was set up."

"Like you mind!"

Silently, Lex spread out a hand in a gesture that acknowledged without admitting. Then he grinned. He sat up and then winced a little, quickly hiding it.

Right, not very comfortable. Clark rummaged for the air mattress in his stuff.

"That might work for normal sleeping, but trust me, it won't last long for what we're going to be doing on it," Lex said, amused.

Clark looked at the air mattress and couldn't repress a grin at the thought. "So what did you bring?"

Lex stood up, hunching over to avoid the ceiling. "You couldn't have made this just two feet higher?" He awkwardly walked to next to Clark, smooth grace trumped by the uncomfortable position.

There was a reason Clark was mostly crawling. "Too tall and it'll fall in on us. Plus, doesn't keep the heat as well." He'd already put it about as high as was safe. Normally, they kept it lower, but he thought Lex would like the extra room.

With a shrug, Lex pulled his backpack out from the entrance, then he dropped it and recoiled. "Jesus Christ, that's cold!"

Clark darted between Lex and the opening, blocking the air. Lex was already shivering. "Get back there!" he ordered.

Even through his shivering, Lex raised his eyebrows. Clark flushed, realizing he'd never used that tone on Lex before. But... "You're going to freeze, get back to where it's warm."

"Already figured that out, thank you." Lex muttered as he headed back, grabbing a blanket to take with him.

Clark quickly rearranged his stuff, pulling out what they needed and closing up the pack again before sticking it in the opening. Then he opened Lex's pack.

There were a couple more blankets on top. Clark looked at Lex huddled under the one and pulled another out. He held it for a moment, wondering. He'd gotten pretty good at controlling his heat vision lately -- he could vary the temperature so it didn't just burn things. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He narrowed his eyes at the wool blanket he held and concentrated. He couldn't see any difference, but he thought it felt warmer. He threw it over to Lex, "Careful, that might be hot."

Lex touched it cautiously, then quickly pulled it around himself with a sigh of relief. "The mats are towards the top, I thought we'd be needing them early in set up."

Dubiously, Clark pulled out the four rectangles of some foamy-type material. "There's not enough here, Lex."

"They expand." Lex grinned. "Just get them wet and they'll grow to full size mats.

Clark moved the pack and crawled out with the large pot to get some snow. They were going to need some anyhow. He brought the pot back in and melted it with his eyes, keeping the heat on until it was boiling.

"That is so awesome," Lex sighed in admiration.

Clark couldn't help but preen. He also was recovered for round two. An admiring Lex was apparently fast becoming quite a turn on for him. He looked over at Lex who was watching him just as hungrily. Quickly, Clark sprinkled the water on the mats as per the instructions, and watched them expand with amazement. They were really cool. "How do they shrink again?"

Silence from Lex's corner. Clark frowned and read the instructions again. "They don't? You just *leave* them after camping? That's..."

"They're bio-disposable!"

"Do you know how long it takes for that stuff to break down?" Clark huffed. Rich people and their waste. "Never mind. They're great." They would do for now. And they were still cool, and were going to be more comfortable than the air mattress. Clark gave each of them a blast of heat vision to make sure they were dry and somewhat warm, and tossed them over to Lex to arrange. He hoped all this extra heating wouldn't melt the cave. He'd never done this before -- normal snow camping didn't generate *that* much heat. Clark grabbed the other supplies and crawled back.

Lex started to kiss him and then drew away. He tossed one of the blankets at Clark and said, "Use your heat-warming trick on that and then wrap yourself -- you're cold!"

"I'll warm up quickly."

"Not on me, you won't -- warm up first, then cuddle."

Clark grinned and did as Lex said. He liked the return of bossy-Lex. He looked at Lex speculatively, wondering about earlier.

"What?"

"Um, nothing." Clark blushed.

"That questions restriction goes only one way; you can ask me anything you'd like," Lex said in a completely neutral voice.

Okay, Lex wasn't entirely happy about the no-questions. He was obeying it as much as he could, but Clark could just see him burning up with them. Eventually, Clark would have to let him ask. And he wanted to hear Lex's thoughts and trade ideas and to see that happiness in Lex's face... but not now. Clark still winced at the thought of saying it, at the thought of being bombarded with non-stop speculation, at his abilities being reduced down to study. Why did Lex have to be that way? But then, he wouldn't be Lex if he weren't.

"Clark, it's okay." Lex's voice soothed. "Whatever it is, it's okay."

Well, fine then. Clark decided he might as well ask. "Earlier, you wanted me to ..." Okay, now that they weren't in the middle of it, Clark was having troubles using the word. He substituted a tamer one. "Top. But I thought you would be the one..."

Lex was having a very hard time hiding his grin. "Oh, like you don't want to."

Clark had to fight to keep back the very physical reaction at the thought.

Scooting over, Lex leaned into Clark, curling up against him. Clark automatically put an arm around Lex and held him carefully. Lex made a contented sound.

"Normally, you'd be right. But Clark, it's you. There are only four people in my life I've ever let fuck me, and it's been a few years since the last one."

"And I *will* be the last," Clark growled, his arm tightening around Lex. He would fight to keep Lex. Nobody else could have him now.

Lex chuckled. Tilting his head, he asked without words for a kiss.

Clark gave him one, claiming Lex with his actions. He held onto Lex and placed his mouth on Lex's, breathing Lex in. Lex. His.

In Clark's mouth, Lex sighed happily, relaxing in Clark's grip, allowing the possession.

Clark shifted over to Lex's ear, and then up on his scalp. Not especially urgent, still claiming.

"I remember waking up on the riverbank," Lex said dreamily, "a mouth breathing into mine. Not the first time, but this time was different. I'd flown over the town; I saw you, alive where I thought I'd killed you. And you were bringing me to life instead. I was yours from that moment on. Or perhaps I've always been yours, from the time you rescued me from the cornfield and watched over me."

"My dad rescued you," Clark mumbled into Lex's skin.

"Details." Lex shrugged.

The movement dislodged Clark and he turned to face Lex more directly, bringing his hands down Lex's arms, watching the ripple of skin in candlelight.

Lex reached out to touch Clark's lips, repeating the gesture Clark had been making all day. "Life breather."

Clark followed Lex's fingers back and breathed into Lex again. He could do this forever. Slowly, Lex lay back, drawing Clark with him until they were on the ground. It was more comfortable on the mats. Clark pressed Lex down, enjoying the movement and the smile on Lex's face as he did so.

Slowly, they came together, moved apart, and came together again. Gentle, working their way up to heat. Taking the time to know each other in a way they hadn't before.

The heat rose between them.

Their limbs tangled together as they groped and rolled, each trying to reach parts of the other and possess them. Strokes down arms, legs, across chests, over groins where they teased before moving on to more. Legs wrapped around each other. Mouths frequently meeting between the rest.

"Are you ready to fuck me now?" Lex purred at one of the meetings.

Clark was ready to fuck Lex for the next three days. "Hell, yes." He reached casually out to snag the lube.

Lex rolled over, presenting his backside to Clark.

Dropping the lube again, Clark grabbed Lex's shoulder and his hip and rolled him back again. "I want to see you. I want to see your face as you cry out. I want to see your body arch under mine. I want to see you as you collapse." He couldn't get it out of his mind, how Lex had looked like earlier. He wanted to see it again. And again.

Lex gave him a sleepy smile that was sexy as all get out, and spread himself open, limbs wide, inviting Clark in. He bent one knee, his foot upon the ground, and waited for Clark.

Clark grabbed the lube again, pouring it into his hand. He hoped he'd brought enough. He hadn't *really* thought this would happen. God, it was happening, and it was happening now. Clark laid on his side next to Lex, reaching for another kiss with his mouth, exploring below with his hands. Lex rolled on his side to meet Clark, bringing his knee over Clark's thighs, holding him as he shuddered through the first penetration.

"More." Lex almost whimpered, not a sound Clark could ever recall him making before.

He watched Lex in fascination as he moved his finger in and out. Lex had closed his eyes, mouth open just as Clark had remembered, his face slack, receptive to the pleasure. He moved with every move Clark made, his body shifting to take more of Clark in. "Yes..."

Lex was so into the pleasure, so receptive to every move Clark made... Clark almost thought that Lex had forgotten it was him. But Lex was tight around his finger, and Clark believed that Lex didn't do it often. The only reason Lex was so open, so completely absorbed right now was because it was Clark, and he trusted Clark.

Shuddering, Clark used his other hand to grip himself, stroking in time as he added another finger inside Lex.

"Clark!" Lex opened his eyes, seeking Clark in his gaze. When he found him, his head dropped back again, arching backwards, moaning.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Clark said reverently. He suddenly understood Lex's habit of referring to paintings and artists in reference to real-world things, as Lex currently brought memories of porn surfing to mind. Particularly, the hand-drawn inks, with long lines, stroking curves. The details filled in by the eye as the senses latched onto the broad base.

Leaving his fingers inside Lex, Clark reached out with his other hand to stroke down Lex's back, following the spine, admiring the arch and perfection of body.

Half-lidded, Lex watched him, his mouth curving up. Clark brought his hand to that curve and Lex licked at his fingers then drew them inside his mouth, sucking in rhythm with Clark's motion in him.

Clark shuddered, wanting a third hand so he could keep stroking himself but unwilling to reclaim either of his, captured by Lex. Then a slender hand, delicate but strong, clasped him 'round.

"We can't neglect you, not for what I want," Lex said wickedly.

Almost, Clark regretted it as Lex was more focused now, concentrating on Clark almost as much as he was his own senses. But Lex's hand gripping him, holding him, stroking him. Clark groaned and pushed his fingers in further, seeking. From all he'd read, there should be---

Lex cried out, his face twisting in pleasure, his hand clasping Clark tightly.

Right there. Clark fought not to come, instead concentrating on stroking that bump again, watching Lex spiral, loving the loss of control, loving that he was the one doing this to Lex.

Black star sapphires, dark and glistening, boring into Clark. Lex lunged forward and took Clark's mouth, reaching to grab him tightly. He practically crawled into Clark, not regarding things like skin and physical impossibilities. "I want you, NOW," Lex growled, his fingers twisted in Clark's hair. "You're going to fuck me, and you're going to fuck me hard. Prove that you can drive that nail in, practice until you get it right. Get in me, damn it."

Clark pulled his fingers out and fumbled for the lube again for his dick. Then he hesitated for Lex was *too* close to him... He grabbed Lex's hands out of his hair and forced him away, pushing him flat on the ground, having to use his strength to do it. Lex's eyes glittered at him and his teeth bared, a wild laugh escaping.

"Fuck, yes, Clark!" Lex heaved up briefly, his grin widening as Clark held him down. He flung a leg up over Clark's waist raising his hips as his shoulders stayed where they were, Clark's hands on him.

Clark shuddered, his breath heaving in great gasps. There was a kink he never knew he had. He looked at Lex and suddenly had new uses for his strength. "I'm going to fuck you, Lex," he growled.

"Do it."

Clark hesitated, suddenly unsure.

Lex narrowed his eyes. "Unless you're too afraid, your fucking first time? Only fifteen -- are you man enough to fuck me?"

Bringing up his age was unfair. Clark growled again, deeper, shaking his body. "I'm going to claim you like no other person ever has. Fuck you, Lex. I'm not waiting any longer." Shifting his grip, Clark grabbed Lex's legs around his thighs. He pushed Lex's legs up against his chest, curling Lex up, keeping an eye on him while he sought his goal.

Lex's breathing matched Clark's, his gaze riveted to Clark, anticipation in every inch of his body.

Clark lined up his dick and pushed in. Lex was tight. Even with all the preparation, Lex was so fucking tight. Slot A, Tab B, but the fit would have to be forced. Clark didn't want to hurt Lex. He glanced over to see Lex's face.

Lex's eyes were shut, his head tilted towards the ceiling. His face was twisted in what could be pain or pleasure, Clark couldn't tell. His breath was loud and gasping. At the pause, Lex opened his eyes. "What the hell?"

"Are you okay?" It had to be asked. Clark couldn't tell, he couldn't.

"Fucking awesome," Lex grunted, his head falling back again. Then he shook himself and met Clark's gaze again, "I'm fine, Clark. Go on. Please... I need you in me."

The plea reached Clark where the cursing hadn't. Clark moved in more, his gaze this time on Lex's eyes, still locked on his.

Lex gasped, but didn't look away. "Yes... yes, Clark."

Clark had to pause for his own sake. Lex was so tight around him, he had never experienced anything like it at all. He couldn't believe he wasn't hurting Lex. "Lex, you're so *tight*," Clark moaned, knowing it was an inane statement as he made it, but so true.

Suddenly, things eased up and he slipped further into Lex without intending to, landing balls against ass. Clark blinked in surprise.

Lex grinned sheepishly, "I remembered how to relax."

Clark couldn't help laughing, and Lex along with him. There he was, fucking Lex for the first time, dick inside Lex's ass, and they were laughing like maniacs.

Pulling partially out, Clark pushed in again, still chuckling. This was better. He wasn't as worried about Lex, and it still felt incredible. He did it again, trying to remember where that bump was.

"Ahhh, Clark," Lex fell back again, his arms stretched out to the sides, gripping the sleeping bag. His head tilted to one side and then the other as he moved with Clark's thrusts.

So beautiful. So his. Clark eased into a rhythm, getting used to the ass fucking, having Lex's legs up over his shoulders, staring over Lex's body at his face. Lex. He was fucking Lex. Clark couldn't believe he was really doing this. He shifted his angle, watching Lex cry out and convulse. Then more straight thrusts, bringing the pleasure. Than the angle for another cry. This was fun. He'd fucked two girls before, and then it had all been about him, though he'd made sure they'd gotten off. This... Clark couldn't believe how much enjoyment he was getting just from watching Lex writhe in pleasure around him.

"Lex, say you're close. I want to see you come."

Lex didn't respond, except for more moans with the thrusting. Did Lex even know it was him?

"Lex!" Clark snapped out, thrusting in hard enough to slide Lex on the mat, stopped only by Clark's grip on him.

Blue-flaked eyes popped open, meeting Clark's in surprise.

"Come for me, Lex!" Clark growled, thrusting harder and faster. He wanted to see it. He wanted Lex to fall apart and know that it was him doing it...

Lex reached up and grabbed his dick, pumping it in time with Clark's thrusts, his eyes never leaving Clark's. There were no more words, only gasps as Lex got closer and closer. With a final pull, a final thrust, Lex came, his whole body stiffening and then falling back boneless. His eyes had been locked on Clark for the finale and then had unfocused as lids covered the sightless gaze. Limp on the ground.

Clark shuddered, stilling as he watched Lex come apart. Then he resumed his thrusts, unable to be still, his body even more aflame. Lex's body rocked with the motion. For one scary moment, Clark was worried, then he focused his gaze on Lex's upper chest where he could see it rising and falling with his breath, independent of Clark's thrusts. And that was incredible. Lex had so much trust in Clark to be so gone...

"I'm an alien, Lex. I'm a fucking alien." Clark paused for a moment while he said it, then he resumed. He thrust harder and harder, crying out Lex's name over and over again as he drove into him. Warm flesh around him, everything he always wanted before him. Clark sobbed, reaching for what he knew was right there to be had.

"Clark."

And that was all it took. The sound of Lex's voice saying his name... Clark came, shouting Lex's. Stars danced in front of his eyes and then blackness covered his world.

Clark woke up curled inside Lex's arms. Lex was petting him on his back, absently, like he'd been doing it for awhile. There were a couple of blankets over both of them. Clark felt like he'd run a marathon, and he never got tired while running anymore so that was an utterly bizarre feeling. He was also content, his whole body relaxed from head to toe with satisfaction humming in his bones.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Lex greeted him, a smile on his face.

Clark shifted, embarrassed to have blacked out during sex.

Lex snorted, seeing the discomfort. "I did too. God, Clark. I'm never going to be satisfied with sex ever again." Lex's voice turned hungry on the last sentence.

Indignantly, Clark instantly retorted, "You're not ever going to *have* sex with anybody but me ever again!"

"No," Lex agreed with complete seriousness. He opened his mouth to add something then shut it again. Which was good, because from the look on Lex's face, it was probably something pessimistic about Clark leaving him.

Clark reacted in the way that was completely instinctive already. He kissed Lex.

Under the kiss, Lex melted.

"I think it must be a new power," Clark said as he pulled back. "How to tame a Lex."

"*The* Lex," Lex retorted sleepily. "There's only one of me." His eyes darkened. "And you're nothing like Desiree."

Way to go, Clark thought, angry at himself. He'd forgotten and now he'd hurt Lex. Clark bit his lip and started to untangle himself from Lex.

Lex held on tighter. "I'm sorry, Clark. I didn't mean to bring that up."

"Forgive me first?" Clark stopped trying to get away and curled in closer instead. He hadn't wanted to move away anyhow.

"Always," Lex promised, and kissed him.

Eventually, they got up in time for a very belated lunch, almost dinner. The sun was tilting on the horizon, thinking about going down but not quite there yet. Clark went outside first and finished with the firepit and wood shelter. Lex only stirred out of the snow cave when Clark had the fire burning brightly and the camp stove set up next to it.

Dressed again in complete winter outfit, clothes wrapping him from head to foot, Lex didn't look very happy. He sat down next to Clark (who was wearing only his pants and a t-shirt) anyhow, pressing up tightly against him. "It's cold out here," Lex remarked conversationally.

Clark put his arm around him, unhappy to have the layers of clothing between them but happy to have Lex with him and safely warm. "It is," he agreed mildly.

They looked at each other and laughed.

After dinner, they watched the sun set, and the colorful patterns it reflected on the white snow. Lex spoke reverently of the aurora borealis. Clark looked at him.

"Lex, it's even colder up where they have those than it is here."

"They also have things like lodges, where you can go inside and get warm and look out through windows."

"And skiing?"

"I'm more annoyed at all the clothes than I am about the cold," Lex admitted. "I usually dress in only one layer, no hat, and when I'm cold, I warm up, then I go back out again. But everybody kept telling me for this trip, "dress warm, dress warm, you'll need the layers, you won't have a convenient heater so don't lose the heat in the first place"."

Clark pointedly looked over his shoulder at the snow cave and then back at Lex.

Lex promptly removed the coat, the scarf, the hat, and the outer shirt, then put the coat back on and leaned into Clark again.

Clark had to admit, Lex looked much happier. As well as more comfortable. He looked mournfully at the hat in the snow, thinking of his lost allowance.

Lex leaned over and picked up the hat again, putting it on with only a slight hesitation.

That deserved a kiss, at the very least.

They made out beside the fire for awhile, until it started sputtering. Then they roasted smores and fed them to each other while they laughed. Lex didn't look any older than Clark while they goofed off together.

"Back to bed?" Clark said finally, standing up and holding out his hand.

Lex took it and let himself be drawn into Clark's embrace and then into the cave.

... ... ...

The next morning, which was more of mid-day, Lex crawled out of the snow cave and stretched. Clark, cooking breakfast, almost let said breakfast burn as he watched. This wasn't ever going to get old. What was going to be more of a problem was hiding it when they got back. But then, Clark hid lots of things. He still hadn't told Lex everything. Whispering your biggest secret to somebody who is comatose didn't count as telling them.

"Somebody is a bit gloomy this morning." Lex pressed a kiss on the top of Clark's head and moved lightly away, gliding across the snow as he inspected the campground after another night of snow. "I have to admit, I'm really impressed by your cave. I didn't really think that was going to work, even if all the papers said it would."

"Such great faith in me," Clark teased. "And somebody is particularly happy this morning."

Lex flashed him a grin. "I am," he said simply. He stood out in the snow, raised his arms out and proclaimed, "It's a beautiful day!"

Clark laughed. "Breakfast is ready."

After breakfast, Lex cleaned the dishes, proving his domesticity in unexpected areas. Then he looked at Clark. "What did you want to do today?"

Clark couldn't help the glance back to the cave.

Lex threw his head back and laughed.

Blushing, Clark tried to pretend he hadn't just done that, but it was hard with Lex's full-scale amusement. It was also impossible not to join in. Lex being so happy... was contagious. It was like Lex on sex -- you could bottle it up and sell it, the feeling was so strong.

"Have any other places for us to hike to?"

"Actually..." Clark had been debating with himself about this even before they left. "I was thinking maybe a run?"

Lex tilted his head, curious and inquisitive.

"I've never... um, usually I'm only carrying people when I rescue them from something, and they're unconscious. But I thought, if you wanted, it would be really cool... if we ran?"

Stiller than the frozen air, Lex didn't breathe. His eyes glittered at Clark, yet not a muscle moved. Finally, Lex moved. Straight to Clark and with another of his blisteringly hot kisses. Hands inside Clark's shirt, body pressed up against him. It was another several minutes before Lex backed off and said, "Yes."

Obviously, Lex was training him for a pavlovian reaction to revealing his secrets. It was working too. Clark was ready to tell Lex anything and everything, even all the future secrets he'd have. He would have to create more secrets just so he could show them to Lex and get more kisses. Not telling Lex was the best idea Clark had ever had.

Without any more delay, Clark picked Lex up in his arms. Lex grinned, putting an arm around Clark's shoulders and then lounging there like he belonged. He did belong. Clark wanted Lex here forever. He looked out across the land and then ran.

It wasn't the fastest he could go. Clark was very aware of Lex in his arms. He wanted Lex to have a fun time, not to be so blasted by wind that it hurt or so fast they couldn't see anything. But it was faster than any human could go. He zoomed around trees, leapt over a river, scared a flock of deer, and then ran beside them for awhile. Finally, he paused on the top of a mountain, where no roads had ever been built. Slowly, he let Lex down, hoping that Lex had enjoyed it.

Lex kept his arm around Clark, his body pressed closely against Clark as he looked around. "We're not in Kansas," he remarked, lips twitching with amusement.

Clark glared at him. It wasn't too serious, though, as he could also feel the chill in the slender body as it rested against his and worrying about Lex took precedence over berating him over bad jokes. He had forgotten that wind equaled cold as well as pressure. Next time, Lex would have to wear those warmer clothes he despised.

"What? It was a basic observation... There are no mountains this high in Kansas." Lex unwound himself from Clark and took a few steps away. Then he came back and tilted his head, looking expectantly at Clark.

Definitely conditioned. Clark leaned over and kissed Lex.

"I love you," Lex breathed as their lips parted. "I love every single inch of your human-alien body, powers or no powers. However, I love your powers, and I really really love your sharing them with me. I don't know how you came to choose me, out of all the amazing people in your life. I'm honored and amazed. I would have loved you your whole life, even if you'd never come to me, if you'd married the girl of your dreams... I still would have loved you because you're the sun I see every day, the oxygen that keeps me going. That was true when I thought you were a human, and it's still true now that I know you're a sprite. That you love me, and trust me, is incredible."

Clark heard it all, but was stuck somewhere towards the beginning. "I thought..."

Lex raised an eyebrow. "I was hoping for another kiss for all that."

Clark grinned, but it was distracted. "I thought you didn't hear me."

"There were more important things going on at the time." Lex turned around and then settled so he was leaning on Clark, his back to Clark's chest.

Automatically, Clark encircled Lex in his arms, tucking his head over Lex's. His heart was light and he thought he might be able to fly after all. If he was a sprite, and the sprite loved Lex... well Lex loved Jack Frost back, and there would be a happy ending for them after all.

"I love you too, Lex."

Together, they stood on the mountaintop and looked out over the world.

END