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Title: Let's Go
- - - - Clark learned quickly that if he wanted something done, he would have to do it himself. It was as if Lex was preparing his defense as the crime was being committed. He needed to be provoked, to make it justifiable sodomy. So it had to be Clark that closed the space between them, leaning over to run one hand behind Lex's head and the other up his leg in the front seat of Lex's car one day. Clark had kissed Lex, pressing their lips together so hard as to be awkward. He had almost fallen into Lex's lap, super agility not yet having followed super strength, but the mechanics of the situation didn't matter. What mattered was that he had said yes to the question that Lex refused to ask. Clark was eager, and jittery, and Lex was the calm cool center of the world. He gave instructions, more demands then lessons, really, in a tone of voice that was meant to spin the illusion that this had nothing to do with passion, not his, anyway. "You're holding back," Lex said, "Don't." "But, what if-" "Don't worry about it. Do you really think I would let you do anything to me that I don't want?" Later Lex was on his stomach and Clark saw the dark stains on Lex's back. He spread his fingers out and his hands fit the bruises like puzzle pieces. "I hurt you," Clark said. Lex sighed, his voice muffled by the sheets. "It looks worse then it is." "Why didn't you tell me to stop?" "I'll tell you to stop if I want you to." "I'm afraid-" "Stop thinking. Start acting." This was Lex's punishment, his penance. He could have what he wanted, but it had to hurt. So there he was, his hands and teeth clutching at his sheets. He could walk away from his scene of crime, already atoned and clean. |