Far Too Young and Clever

"Honestly?" Lex asks him.

"That's been working for us so far, hasn't it?"

"My friend dared me."

"Dared you?"

"Well, he picked for me. I told him that no one I met had interested me and he said that if he picked someone for me, and I was interested enough to go on a second date with them, then he won the bet. Bragging rights, basically. That he could choose for me better than I could. Of course, the person he chose happened to be a man, who happens to look a fair bit like he does. Which begs the question whether he thinks I'm harboring some sort of crush on him."

"Are you?"

Lex shakes his head. "God knows he's handsome. But no. The attraction isn't there."

"But with me," Clark says. Not so much a question. His eyes fix on Lex's.

Lex swallows, but finds his throat, his mouth, is dry. "You're 17, Clark."

Clark shrugs. "That's just what my parents decided. I could be older than you for all we know."

Lex sources enough saliva to laugh. "I doubt it. I'm not the one who eats his grilled cheese with ketchup."

"Does anyone not eat their grilled cheese with ketchup?"

"I don't even eat grilled cheese, Clark."

"You're missing out."

"Am I?"

Clark takes a step closer to Lex until their bodies are almost flush. If Clark takes a deep breath, Lex will feel it. Just as he feels Clark's gaze brushing his lashes, then his lips.

When he leans in, Lex doesn't lean back.

Clark's lips are gentle against Lex's. Careful. Thoughtful. Plush and soft and smooth. His bottom lip wedges between Lex's lips and he sucks at Lex's top lip. Then they trade. Lex parts his mouth and takes Clark's top lip between his, feels Clark's bottom lip press wetly against his skin.

For a moment they stay like that, lips melded, breathing each other in.

And then they break, at the same time, pulling back to look at each other, no space between their bodies anymore.

Clark's pupils are blown and Lex feels his fast-swelling cock tighten even more.

"What about you, Clark?" Lex asks him, his voice embarrassingly hoarse. "You're into the bald, male, billionaire type? Watch a lot of Annie growing up?"

Clark manages to make a snort sound adorable. "Are you even a billionaire anymore?"

"Ouch."

Clark brings his hand on the railing to Lex's waist; his other, to Lex's right hand, entangling them.

"I don't think I have a type. And I've never — Smallville doesn't even have a movie theater. I'm not sure anyone is aware gay people actually exist. Not that I am. Or that you are. Just—"

"Yes, I get it, Clark." Lex stares at him, his heart beating strangely in his chest. "So then what. What was it?"

"Your eyes," Clark says. Swallows. "The way you looked at me."

"And how did I look at you?"

Clark's eyes go to Lex's mouth.

"Like I was already yours."