Warning! This story is rated NC-17 for m/m sex! By reading further, you acknowledge that you're of legal age to be reading such things. Graphic depictions of Clark/Lex of the naughty variety. Rated, let's say NC-17. Largely plotless story follows.

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It wasn't broken, but it was badly sprained and hurt like a sonofabitch when he shifted in bed. There had been too much pressure. He'd been going too fast when he suddenly tried to maneuver. The whole mess happened at LuthorCorp's yearly winter retreat in Vail. That was when Lex had seen... him. He should have just kept plowing on, forging ahead, but he just couldn't do it, not when he saw the look in the little bastard's eyes.

"The look in whose eyes?" Clark asked.

Lex had been telling him the story of his ordeal and how he had come to be laid up in bed with thick bandages around his right knee. Clark had shown up with two bags of Chinese food from the take-out place and was now sitting on the edge of the bed where his damaged friend now lay.

"The look in the rabbit's eyes," Lex said. "I was skiing, minding my own business, when suddenly this little bastard hopped right out on the path in front of me."

"You swerved to keep from hitting him?" That thought made him grin.

Lex grumbled. "I should have just run his hairy ass over."

"But you didn't," Clark said, his grin widening. "That's... so sweet."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a regular Francis of Assisi." He nodded toward the bags. "What did you bring me in my hour of need?"

Clark peered into the bags and listed off the contents. "Pan fried dumplings, hot and sour soup, crispy noodles. Oh and fortune cookies. A dozen of them."

Lex raised an eyebrow. "A dozen fortune cookies?"

"Yeah, well, I like them. They kind of stick to your tongue and then melt."

"Give me the soup," Lex said, holding out his hand.

"No, you're supposed to eat the cookies first," Clark said.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to eat them after," Lex said. "That's why they bring them with your check."

But Clark shook his head emphatically. "You have to eat them first. What if your fortune says you're going to get killed by a fat-sucking mutant right after dinner? You'd want to know that kind of thing in advance."

"Can't argue with that logic," Lex said. He held out his hands. "Cookie me."

Clark dumped the cookies out onto the bedspread. He tossed one to Lex and plucked one up for himself. He ripped open the plastic and cracked open the cookie to get his fortune.

"What's it say?" Lex asked.

Clark popped half the cookie in his mouth. "'You will meet someone new.'"

"You will meet someone new in bed," Lex said.

"What?" He coughed around a throat full of crumbs.

"That's the way the game goes," Lex said.

"What game?" Clark looked at him suspiciously.

"You add the words 'in bed' to whatever your fortune says. Haven't you ever played?"

Clark rolled his eyes. "You are totally making that up."

"Am not. Watch," he said as he cracked open his own cookie and pulled out the little slip of paper. "'Good fortune will be yours...in bed.' See? It's the only way to make these dull, trite things the least bit interesting."

"All right, all right. Just eat your cookie." Lex did so and Clark pulled out another fortune. "'You have a winning smile.' That's dumb. That's not even a fortune. It's a compliment."

"You have a winning smile... in bed," Lex corrected him. He crunched his cookie. "I bet you do, too."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Clark said, feeling warm. He tossed him another cookie. "Read."

Lex opened it. Then crumpled up the paper before he read it and tucked it behind his back. "I don't think it counts because you chose it for me. You have to choose your own fortune or it doesn't count. Next!"

"What did it say?" Clark started to reach around and dig for the fortune, but Lex yowled in pain.

"My knee! Quit jostling me," Lex said. "Just read your own."

But Clark's fingers had already closed around the little strip of paper. Triumphant, he held it out of Lex's reach and read it out loud.

What he read made him feel even warmer. "It says 'A good friend will surprise you'..."

Together they said, "In bed."

"So why didn't you want to read it?" Clark asked as casually as he could, his voice a little higher than he remembered it being.

"Well, seeing as how you're my only friend," Lex began, but trailed off.

"It would be up to me to surprise you," Clark said.

"It's just a game," Lex said with a shrug. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable," he said, then smiled. In fact, he felt good. Pretty damn good. "I always feel comfortable around you, Lex. Even when I feel embarrassed, I feel... like it's OK. Everything I feel around you seems all right."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They looked at one another for several long moments and Clark felt himself leaning forward. He didn't think about it, didn't plan it. Wasn't really even aware of it. It was like Lex was a law of gravity or something, drawing him in. The way Lex was looking at him, with that secret little smile, and eyes half closed and lips half open. Gravity. Yeah.

"So what are you going to do?" Lex asked.

It took great effort, but Clark finally glanced away and sat up straight. It took even greater effort to remember what they'd been talking about. "I'll have to think of something good."

"To surpise me?" Lex asked. "In bed?"

"Right." Clark cleared his throat.

"How hot is it?" Lex asked in a husky voice.

"Hot? Huh?" His own voice was equally rough he found.

"The soup," Lex said, gesturing for the other bag with a crooked grin. "How hot is it?"

"I... Uh. Kind of hot, I guess." Clark handed it to him along with a plastic spoon. "Hot enough."

"Never hot enough," Lex said, taking a slurp. "Mm. Good." He licked his lips, but a drop of broth beaded up on the bow of his upper lip.

Clark reached over and gently wiped away the drop with the tip of his thumb. Lex gasped.

"Did that surprise you?" Clark asked. "Because, if not, I could still think of something to surprise you with. You know, to fulfill your fortune and all."

"I wasn't that surprised," Lex said thoughtfully.

"Then how about... this?" Clark asked and took the cup of soup from Lex's hands to place on the bedside table. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue where his thumb had been a moment before, bringing a little groan from Lex. He pulled back. "Surprised yet?"

"Getting there."

He leaned forward again, this time letting his lips come to rest fully against the other man's. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then he felt Lex smile beneath him and deepened the kiss. Lex's lips tasted salty, warm, a little tart from the soup. He sucked his lower lip between his own, worried it gently with his teeth. He climbed higher up on the bed.

"Ow."

He stopped and looked at Lex. "Ow? Ow what?" He looked Lex frantically all over to see if he had accidentally hurt him.

"Knee," Lex said with a wince. "The jostling."

"Oh! Right. Hm." Well, this bit. He'd finally gotten up the nerve--not to mention the convenient backstory--to kiss his friend and he was being impeded by injury? So. Not. Fair. "Argh!"

"Here, look," Lex said, gingerly scooting over and making room for Clark beside him. "Lie down on your side. Face me. That's right."

Clark did as he was told, stretching out on the bed and slid his arm under Lex's head. Lex slipped one arm around his waist, snugging their bodies together and hoisted up his injured leg to rest atop Clark's.

"Now, just don't move."

"I'll try," Clark said.

They kissed again, at first slowly, teasingly, lips soft and warm against one another. Then Clark felt Lex begin to stroke the small of his back, hand sliding up under his sweater, cool against his warm skin.

"Mm hot," Lex murmured against his mouth.

"Yeah. You have that effect on me."

"Really? For how long?"

"Pretty soon after we met," Clark said.

"How soon?"

"Um, ten minutes?"

That brought a chuckle from Lex. "I was wet and cold and still half dead ten minutes after we met."

"OK, so call it twenty," Clark said. He laughed. "All right, well, no, that's an exaggeration, I guess. I knew there was something... between us... special, strange."

"Strange?" The gentle stroking of his back continued.

"Unfamiliar, I mean. But good. The way you always look at me... God."

Little wince from Lex. "Was I that obvious? I thought I was being subtle."

He rolled his eyes. "Blind nomadic tribesmen in Africa could have seen it, Lex."

Lex laughed. "OK, I knew I wasn't being subtle. I just didn't think you'd pick up on it. Well, not so quickly."

Clark reached down to slowly caress the leg resting atop his, rubbing smooth fabric against smoother skin. "Haven't you noticed the way I look at you, too?" he asked.

"I had my suspicions," Lex said with a drowsy grin. "I was afraid I might be misinterpreting it, though. For all I knew, you looked at all your friends that way."

"Um, no. I might be pretty new to flirting but I definitely don't flutter my eyelashes at Pete. And this smile--" He grinned, looked down, then back up again. "--I save that one special for you because you seem to like it."

"Know what else I like?"

"What."

"This," Lex said and kissed him again. This one was not so slow, or gentle, and was made all the more urgent by the fact that they were both trying to keep their bodies still.

Clark's hand found Lex's hip and grasped, thumb drawing circles around the jut of bone there, fingers kneading muscular flesh. He was rewarded with a low moan and Lex's fingernails digging into his back.

Encouraged, he slipped his hand between their bodies, fingers trailing along Lex's stomach, lower, teasing along the waist of his pajama pants.

"You don't have to," Lex breathed.

"Oh, yes, I do. I need to. Trust me." Pressed kisses to Lex's closed eyes, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose. "Just let me know if I do it too hard. I kind of like it hard when I... when I do it myself."

Slow hiss from Lex at that, and a moaned, "Oh, God, fuck."

Hand down the front of Lex's pants, his fingers found the hard cock arching up toward him. For a moment, he could only hold on, gently, his breath caught in his chest, amazed at this living heat in his hand. Familiar shape, like his own, but different, too, veins like the map of a different place, and bare, so bare.

"Perfect," he whispered.

"Glad you like it."

Soft chuckle and he began to stroke, shyness falling away from him, clenching his fingers tighter together, rubbing his thumb against the damp head. He stroked faster, harder, his own hips moving to match the rhythm. Lex cried out.

Clark cringed. "Your knee! Damn it! I'm sorry--I'll--"

"Don't you dare stop," Lex said, voice ragged. "Forget the knee! I don't care. Just, God, don't stop. Don't. Stop."

Lex's fingers dug into his back, hard enough to bring bruises on anyone else, and Clark whimpered. "Oh, Lex, Lex," he said and couldn't stop saying it, like a chant.

The body against his own stiffened, muscles taut all over, and Lex with his head thrown back cried out. Warm slickness coated Clark's hands and fingers. He stroked, slower now, feeling Lex's pulse throbbing against his palm.

"Let me," Lex said.

"Let you what?"

"Touch you now."

Deft fingers unzipped his jeans and reached into his fly. At the touch of Lex's fingers to his cock, his body jumped. It felt so good it almost hurt. It was too much, and not enough, all at once. He groaned.

"I know, I know," Lex said softly.

"I need--"

"I know."

Lex just held on, fingers warm and tight around him, letting him calm down a little. He kissed along his jaw, down his neck. Clark relaxed against him, felt Lex's hand moving almost brutally against him.

"You said you like it hard," Lex said.

"Harder," Clark grunted out.

Lex pumped him furiously, face flushed red, arm tense with the effort. "Come for me. Look at me. Come on."

He looked up into grayish eyes. "Lex, I--"

"Next time, I'm going to suck you off."

"Oh, God." The thought of it, the thought of those lips on him, that hot wet tongue...

"And I'm going to swallow every drop, too."

No response to that. Well, not a verbal one. He came in a graceless, glorious mess all over Lex's hand, the front of his pajamas, and his own jeans.

He breathed hard for several moments, forehead resting against Lex's. Then he grinned.

"How's your knee?"

"In excruciating pain and I don't care."

He grinned some more and snuggled closer. "So... was that surprising enough for you?"

"It was good for starters," Lex said. He reached behind him. "I seem to have crushed one of the cookies."

Clark plucked it from his fingers and opened it. "Dibs!"

"What's the fortune say?" Lex asked.

"'You will trade hand jobs while eating Chinese food.'"

"In bed," Lex added for him. Then punched his shoulder lightly. "What's it really say?"

Clark pulled out the slip of paper. He raised his eyebrow. "Huh. How about that?" He held up the fortune. "It's the same as yours. It says 'A good friend will surprise you.' Funny coincidence."

"Maybe," Lex said. Then he smiled. "Or maybe it's just good fortune."

And he kissed him again to prove it.

THE END