Friday Afternoon by Pearl-o
After class on Friday afternoon, Clark goes back to his dorm, packs his bag and heads over to the penthouse. He's working on his reading for philosophy when Lex gets home. He hadn't told Lex he was coming over, but Lex doesn't look surprised anyway.
"Simon?" Lex says. He settles next to where Clark's camped out on the couch in the living room, and leans back and rests his feet on top of the table. Clark's had too many years of training by his mother to do that.
"This one's called Alicia," Clark says in confirmation. He sticks his pen into his textbook to mark his place as he shuts it.
"Pretty?" Lex sprawls out, stretching his legs out further and spreading his arm over the back of the couch, hand slipping behind the nape of Clark's neck.
Clark leans back into it. "I don't know. I guess. She seemed nice enough." Lex's fingers are brushing back and forth against his skin. Clark leans forward to set his books and his glasses on the table, then comes back to kiss him, just to finish saying hello. When he starts to pull away, Lex's hands have a hold in his hair, framing his face and pulling him back in to deepen the kiss.
It's been a couple of days since they've done this. Clark hasn't told Lex this, but he kinda figured that once he got to college, they would be having more sex. Like, a lot. Because he's free and on his own now -- and he doesn't have to worry about his parents anymore -- and he's in Metropolis, not tiny little Smallville still -- and, well, *college*. College and sex go together, right?
He hadn't quite factored on how busy they were both going to be. Between his classes, the band, Lex's whole *company*, and everything else, it's not much like what he pictured at all. Not that, Clark thinks distantly, it's not still *good*. He wraps his hands around Lex's back. Lex took off his coat and loosened his tie when he got home, but he's still dressed otherwise. His shirt's still crisp under Clark's hands.
Lex's own hands have moved from Clark's head, one down on his thigh, and the other one working on the button to his corduroys.
Last night Ethan convinced Clark to abandon the paper he was supposed to be writing, and get off campus and hang out instead. They ended up at the used record store on Andersen, which shouldn't really have surprised Clark at all. Ethan hadn't been back to check the new arrivals since last week. What was more unexpected than that was Ethan's old boyfriend Ben over by the soundtracks.
Or current boyfriend, really, because apparently they were on again -- not that Ethan had bothered to tell Clark or anything. They were groping in the backseat while Clark drove back to school, and Clark squinted through the rain on the windshield and thought about *this*.
Lex is biting at his lips; his hand is in Clark's pants, rubbing slowly against his boxers. Clark lets out a deep sigh, and he extracts Lex's hand gently as he pulls away just far enough to move himself down to his knees on the carpet.
Lex's mouth twists into this smile that Clark is pretty sure is just for him. If it's for anyone else, he doesn't want to know. He leans in forward as he works on Lex's fly. It really has been a while, and it's Friday, and it's Lex, and they're good, and right now Clark just wants to go down.
One of the first names Ethan came up with -- in the first dozen or so, at least -- was The Cocksuckers. Clark had already argued against the last couple suggestions, so he let it go, figuring Astrid could field this one and tell Ethan off. He was surprised when it was Thomas who snorted, rolled his eyes and said, "Man, Ethan. Grow up already."
Lex's hand is back on his neck, stroking and almost fondling as Clark slowly moves down.
Clark doesn't know when the dorm's going to be safe again, but he's packed his bag for the whole weekend. Astrid's home in Gotham and they don't have any gigs, practices, anything. He has homework, but otherwise he's free, here with Lex to lie in bed and eat breakfast at weird tiny restaurants and argue about Clark's homework because Lex seems to know more than his professors and whatever else happens. But it's only Friday afternoon still, and there's ages till Monday morning.
05/03/03