"Get out of here, Clark." Lex stood at his pool table, cue in hand. Clark couldn't take his eyes off that hand holding the cue, stroking it. Lex probably didn't even know he did it, or what it did to Clark.
"No. Or, at least, not yet." *Way to be firm, Kent. All the way here, you said you'd be firm.* He blinked, which he knew told Lex just how nervous he was.
But Lex never showed it. He just took a couple of breaths and put down the pool cue. "What do you want? And make it fast, Clark. I have a meeting."
"Okay. Why haven't you been returning my phone calls? Why is your secretary brushing me off? Why don't you come to see me anymore? Why have you been avoiding me the last two weeks?" Clark took a deep breath at the end because he felt he should.
"I'm not..." Lex looked at the table.
"Lex." Clark tipped his head. "This is me, remember?" He walked around the table. Lex backed off, not letting him come close. Clark could smell the expensive soap Lex used, the same soap he'd used once to wash off blood. "Why are you running away from me?"
"I'm very busy, Clark. I don't always have time..." Lex stopped. He looked at him, and there was something in Lex's eyes. They were sad and tired. "And I can't..." He stopped again.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Lex's shoulder was cool under the silk shirt. He expect Lex to flinch away, but Lex let him keep his hand there, leaned into it. "Lex?"
"This is a mistake. This is dangerous. You have to leave, Clark. Please, leave." He said those words, but he didn't move, didn't try to take Clark's hand away.
"Why? Don't you like me anymore?"
"Like?" Now he did pull away. Clark let him. "God, Clark, don't you know? Of course not, you're only sixteen." He turned and looked into Clark's eyes. "I'm in love with you." Clark backed away, nearly falling over the pool table. Lex turned away. "I thought you'd run away if I told you. Go. You don't need to be around me."
Clark managed to avoid breaking the edge of the table as he stood. "I'm not going anywhere, Lex."
"What? After I just told you?" Lex sounded confused. Lex also sounded relieved.
"Why should I?"
He kept facing away. "Because I can hurt you."
"No. You can't." Clark wanted to hold him, but he just stared at Lex's back. He didn't know what else to do, except that he didn't want to leave Lex like that. He didn't want to leave Lex. Not now. Not when Lex said those words. "You can't hurt me, Lex. And I won't hurt you."
"You're in love with Lana Lang. You like girls, Clark, and that's the way it should be. That's the way all-American farmboys should be."
"Then I'm not an all-American farmboy." He wrapped his arms around Lex's waist from behind. Lex stiffened, then relaxed, leaning against him. "I missed you. And. I don't have the right words." Clark took a deep breath. "I feel something for Lana. But I feel something else for you. Something more. I don't want to be with her the way I want to be with you. Please, Lex. Turn around."
Lex did. His face was blotchy, but his eyes were clear. "This is probably the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life." Lex's arms were cool, and so were his lips. And his tongue. And then they were warm, and Lex's shirt flowed off his body, falling on the floor in a puddle of silk. And his own flannel shirt followed, landing almost with a thud next to it. And then Lex, wearing only pants but more than naked, slid down his body, and unbuttoned Clark's jeans, and Clark could only clench his fists as he came and came and came into Lex's mouth.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Lex just stood up, licking his lips. "What do we do now?"
"Oh, we're going to be very stupid, Clark." Lex smiled. And took Clark's hand and led him to his bedroom.