Sitting on the couch in Lex's office always made Clark feel like fidgeting. There was something so…serious about the room. There was the comforting smell of chalk and leather in the air as well as the remnants of Lex's morning coffee and cologne. Clark focused on these things to slow his heart and relax his mind. He was a man on a mission. He knew Lex had the information he needed and he wasn't leaving this house until he got it!
Unless Lex was really busy, had a work emergency, or just didn't want to talk to Clark about…oh God, what if he didn't want to talk about sex with Clark. What if he was shy or hated sex! Clark decided to take the conversation slow, feel Lex out, especially before he asked any of the most important questions.
Looking down at his notes, Clark settled himself with a deep breath and circled a few more questions, putting them in the later pile, just incase they were to personal.
"Clark? Enrique said you seemed upset. Is everything okay?"
"Lex! Yes, everything is fine. Um, how's work? You really busy today? Do you have time for a short break to discuss sexual relations? When was the last time you were at the talon?"
"Clark! Take a breath. Did you just ask me about sex?"
Lex pinched his hip from the inside of his pocket. He knew he'd heard Clark correctly so the only other option was dreaming. There was no, absolutely no, way that Clark Kent walked into his office at four-thirty in the afternoon on a Thursday to ask him to have sex. Just No Way!
"Um…well…yeah." Clark looked up from where he was drawing circular patterns with the toe of his shoe onto the marble floors and tried to will the blood from his face. He knew that this was going to be harder than the talk with his dad. Mostly because he was going to have to lead this conversation, but he'd hoped that he'd have the will to finish it before his face imploded.
"Wow, okay." Lex motioned to the sofa's near the fireplace and then retrieved himself and Clark a bottle of water before he sat next to Clark and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The fact that Clark leaned into the touch only confirmed Lex's suspicions that he was going to get laid today. He was going to lay claim to Clark Kent's entire being today and he didn't even have to trick him into it. A gleeful smirk rose to Lex's lips as he settled himself closer to Clark, bringing one knee up onto the couch and turning towards the young man who was the star and whole focus of all of Lex's masturbatory fantasies since a crisp fall September afternoon.
"Clark, not that I'm not amiable to the suggestion, in fact thrilled is a more apt term, but why today? What brought this up?"
"I heard it's going to be quite windy this weekend and I wanted to be prepared."
Lex ran Clark's response in his head over and over looking for the double meaning, he found none. "I'm sorry, what?"
Clark smiled sheepishly at Lex and then began. He told Lex about his mom walking in on him and the talk with his dad. He explained all the differences between what he'd heard in the locker room and what his dad had talked about. He even explained his fears about being a freak, a freak who would never have sex, ever, because his penis just wouldn't work!
"So, what your saying is that you've never had an erection, were concerned, wanted the truth about sex, and came to me. Does that sum it up?"
"Don't forget the part about my freak of a penis!"
Lex sipped his water and felt it slide down his throat. He hoped his disappointment wasn't showing on his face.
"Well, first of all I appreciate that you feel comfortable enough to discuss something so sensitive with me. I'm glad that you know I'll help in any way I can. I also want to assure you that although your dad may have not been as descriptive as you were hoping, I'm sure he was just embarrassed."
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Unless Lex was really busy, had a work emergency, or just didn't want to talk to Clark about…oh God, what if he didn't want to talk about sex with Clark. What if he was shy or hated sex! Clark decided to take the conversation slow, feel Lex out, especially before he asked any of the most important questions.
Looking down at his notes, Clark settled himself with a deep breath and circled a few more questions, putting them in the later pile, just incase they were to personal.
"Clark? Enrique said you seemed upset. Is everything okay?"
"Lex! Yes, everything is fine. Um, how's work? You really busy today? Do you have time for a short break to discuss sexual relations? When was the last time you were at the talon?"
"Clark! Take a breath. Did you just ask me about sex?"
Lex pinched his hip from the inside of his pocket. He knew he'd heard Clark correctly so the only other option was dreaming. There was no, absolutely no, way that Clark Kent walked into his office at four-thirty in the afternoon on a Thursday to ask him to have sex. Just No Way!
"Um…well…yeah." Clark looked up from where he was drawing circular patterns with the toe of his shoe onto the marble floors and tried to will the blood from his face. He knew that this was going to be harder than the talk with his dad. Mostly because he was going to have to lead this conversation, but he'd hoped that he'd have the will to finish it before his face imploded.
"Wow, okay." Lex motioned to the sofa's near the fireplace and then retrieved himself and Clark a bottle of water before he sat next to Clark and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The fact that Clark leaned into the touch only confirmed Lex's suspicions that he was going to get laid today. He was going to lay claim to Clark Kent's entire being today and he didn't even have to trick him into it. A gleeful smirk rose to Lex's lips as he settled himself closer to Clark, bringing one knee up onto the couch and turning towards the young man who was the star and whole focus of all of Lex's masturbatory fantasies since a crisp fall September afternoon.
"Clark, not that I'm not amiable to the suggestion, in fact thrilled is a more apt term, but why today? What brought this up?"
"I heard it's going to be quite windy this weekend and I wanted to be prepared."
Lex ran Clark's response in his head over and over looking for the double meaning, he found none. "I'm sorry, what?"
Clark smiled sheepishly at Lex and then began. He told Lex about his mom walking in on him and the talk with his dad. He explained all the differences between what he'd heard in the locker room and what his dad had talked about. He even explained his fears about being a freak, a freak who would never have sex, ever, because his penis just wouldn't work!
"So, what your saying is that you've never had an erection, were concerned, wanted the truth about sex, and came to me. Does that sum it up?"
"Don't forget the part about my freak of a penis!"
Lex sipped his water and felt it slide down his throat. He hoped his disappointment wasn't showing on his face.
"Well, first of all I appreciate that you feel comfortable enough to discuss something so sensitive with me. I'm glad that you know I'll help in any way I can. I also want to assure you that although your dad may have not been as descriptive as you were hoping, I'm sure he was just embarrassed."