Calling Coda
rating: pg-13 (Clex)
Summary: Clark's speech moves Lex.
His drink was empty but instead of getting up to refresh it he sat in the dark. He glanced at his watch. It was the watch his mother had given him before she died. It was time and, like clock-work, Clark walked into the den. Lex didn't need to look up to see that Clark was still wearing the suit, mussed up but still mostly intact.
"Head-ache gone?"
Clark silently moved over to his chair and knelt down at his feet.
"The speech was . . . almost inspiring," Lex lifted his glass to his lips but lowered it when he remembered it was empty. Clark's long fingers wrapped around his and plucked the glass out.
"Sorry, I wasn't really. . . She's gone, right?"
Lex nodded without looking in Clark's eyes. Lex heard the glass thunk against the wooden floor. Big hands moved between his thighs and split his legs until they were spread wide. Lex sighed at the warmth that settled between his thighs. Helen was so cold and her feet were like ice. Lex woke earlier these days, to avoid morning sex.
Clark's body was always so warm. His lips were always so wet and inviting and pliant. Lex couldn't help but compare the two.
"Lana and I kissed again," Clark said as he unbuttoned Lex's white shirt.
"Do me a favour," Lex turned sparkling eyes to his obsession. "Let's not talk about them here."
Clark smiled softly and pulled Lex's shirt open. Wet kisses fluttered across Lex's bare chest.
"Fuck me tonight?"
Clark stopped his descent and looked up into his lover's soft blue eyes. Clark can't hide the joy in his eyes from Lex. He stood gracelessly and pulled Lex up to him. He led Lex up to the second floor. When Lex tugged him in the direction of the bedroom - his and Helen's bedroom - Clark tried to pull away but Lex wouldn't loosen his grip.
"I can't, Lex. That's where you . . ."
"It's where we're going. Helen walked out on me and I need you. Those words in your speech . . . they were about us weren't they. When you talked about doing anything . . ." Lex stopped and pulled Clark close. "I've said it before, Clark, I want us . . ."
"I know Lex, I want that too, but I also know how unrealistic that is." Clark leaned in and kissed the mouth before him. He hated doing this, hated being the rational one, and if Lex wasn't going to marry Helen, then Clark would do anything, just like he'd said before the head-ache.
They moved to the bedroom without breaking the kiss and Clark pretended this was his honeymoon. He noticed the roses and candlelight when he paused to take his shirt off.
"Wow, was this going to be for . . ."
Lex just shook his head and turned away. Clark stripped quickly. Naked and hard and grinning like a fool he led Lex to the waiting perfumed bed. They fell on it with arms surrounding each other. Clark smothered Lex beneath him, pushed him into the bed and marvelled at how beautiful and strange Lex was.
Hands caressed his back as he entered Lex. Kisses so passionate Clark wanted to ask Lex to run away with him. But instead Clark did what Lex asked and the look on Lex's face as he came was more than enough to satisfy Clark. Lex was his no matter who he walked down the isle with.
When it was over, Clark cleaned them both up. They lay in silence for a long time.
"You should make up with her," Clark said suddenly. Lex squeezed him close and kissed Clark on the lips, and the cheek and the ear.
"Maybe," Lex said. Lex whispered declarations of love and Clark was content.
He fell into a lazy slumber with the sound of light snoring to ease him.
END