Note: This is the closest I will probably ever come to writing anything with any BSDM. To anyone creeped out by that kind of stuff, it's pretty light here, but I just wanted to put in a warning just in case. Unbetaed, so if there are any factual errors or errors of any sort, they are mine and I apologize for being careless.

Disclaimer: Very much not mine. If they were, the show would be very different. Not necessarily better, just different.

Clark strolled through the halls of the mansion, as he was wont to do when trying to find Lex in its maze of rooms. After finding the kitchen, the entertainment room, the pool, and the office empty, he tried Lex's bedroom. He was about to knock when he heard a moan followed by a strangled gasp.

Switching to X-ray vision, Clark could see Lex (his skeleton, anyway) hanging from some sort of rope from a rod in his closet. Clark burst into the room and released Lex, freeing his neck from the noose-like tool in which it had been trapped. Lex was still breathing, so Clark just propped him up against the door to the closet. Clark's eyes quickly swept the room looking for anyone else, but the room and the surrounding rooms were empty. Clark hunkered down to sit next to Lex, feeling his typical "I just rescued Lex!" pride.

Lex's eyes had been closed, and he cracked one now and managed to give Clark a Cyclopsian glare. "I know you spend a lot of time in the barn, Clark, but I know for a fact that your mother raised you with manners. Including knocking when entering someone's bedroom on unannounced visits."

"But, you were being strang... gled..." By this time Clark had had time to actually look at what he was seeing. The rope, or whatever it was, seemed to be padded. Lex was nude from the waist down, the bottom of his long-sleeved t-shirt wrinkled and damp. His left hand was coated in

(oh my god his hand has jizz on it)

what appeared to be semen. Clark's blush was practically audible. "Lex? Um. What's going on?"

Lex opened his other eye and slid over to his discarded boxers so he could slip them on. He also took the time to clean off his hand with the paper towels he had brought for that purpose. Still annoyed at the interruption, he scowled. "What does it look like?"

By now Clark was staring at the floor, the ceiling, the windows, Lex's king size bed, pretty much anywhere other than his friend's steely blue gaze. "Um. You. Were uh. I don't know. I thought someone was trying to strangle you, you know, hang you." Clark's blush returned with a vengeance, and he ran his fingers through his hair. "But, um. You seemed to have been. You know."

Finally warming a little to his friend's sometimes painful innocence, Lex tried a smile. "It was a little of both, actually." The fierce blush combined with the blank stare gave Clark a very comical appearance. Lex sighed, knowing there was a lot wrong with this, but also knowing that Clark was his friend and wouldn't care how he got off.

"Have you ever heard of auto-erotic asphyxiation?"

(what the hell is wrong with me if he had he would have said something instead of just staring at me with that dopey look)

"Um. No?" Clark had thankfully lost the blank stare, but now he just looked confused. Lex groaned softly to himself.

Taking a deep breath, Lex steeled himself. "Deprivation of oxygen to the brain at the time of orgasm makes the orgasm more intense."

(Intense? That was an understatement if I had ever uttered one even funny.)

"It's not common, but people do do it. I was in the mood for a spectacular release." He knew that last was also an understatement. He'd been having intense dreams lately, like a damned teenager. They were driving him crazy. If he had known that their star was going to burst in on him, he probably would have forced himself to wait until another time. Probably.

Clark decided to alleviate his confusion. "So, you just keep the rope or whatever around your neck while you jerk off?" Lex nodded, not hiding his smile at Clark's choice of words. "And it stops the flow of oxygen to your brain, so it's better?" Lex nodded again. "Isn't that kind of... stupid and risky?" Lex nodded a third time. "Then... why?"

Lex hung his head. He thought he had been getting somewhere. Fully knowing the answer to the question, he asked it any way. "Have you ever had an orgasm that was brought on by another person?" Clark flushed once more and his eyes dropped to study his fingers.

(well that answers that and by the way such a shame too bad)

"Well, Clark, this is the closest I can get to that feeling by myself. By hand is okay, but the aid of another person is better. Wonderful. Potentially amazing, in fact." Lex's eyes seemed to go out of focus for a second, probably thinking of past conquests, then they returned.

Lex studied Clark, waiting for his response. Unless it was to run from the room. That wouldn't be good. Clark's eyes remained locked on his hands. Such a shame that Clark couldn't find anybody. He was always so nice, and helpful, and gorgeous. And gorgeous. He was just so innocent. Lex almost wondered if he had ever felt any sort of orgasm. "Clark, say something." Clark finally raised his eyes to Lex's.

"Oh."

(my god why is Lex staring at me like that did I do something wrong?)

"It just seems. Complicated." Clark put his hands behind him and shifted his weight back, crossing his legs at the ankle, resigning himself to have a conversation about this. With the person he often fantasized about while achieving his own release. He hadn't planned for today to be so surreal. He had been content thinking about a little pool, maybe a movie. Not the intimate details of Lex's sex life, especially not his solo sex life. But this was actually kind of interesting. Lex had always been interesting; he knew a lot of cool stuff that he was always willing to share with Clark or to teach him, like how to be a better pool player or the underlying themes connecting all of Quentin Tarantino's films.

"It is. People often die from it because they don't do it properly. They accidentally strangle themselves because they can't get a solid grip on the floor when they need to. Or they use a bag or some other means of suffocation and something else goes wrong. I'm sure it's quite the way to go, but I haven't had any problems thus far. You have to know your body, and in this case how to tie knots." Clark looked like he was going to say something, but he didn't. "Clark. Are you okay?"

Clark gave a minute shrug. "Yeah. I'm just surprised, is all. You've had enough near-death experiences in Smallville, it just shocks me that you'd voluntarily put yourself in harm. And besides, it's not every day you walk in on your friend while he's touching himself, let alone doing it in a kinky way." Clark started to actually smile at that.

Glad Clark was finally warming up, Lex returned the smile. Only Clark and his mother ever got more than a Luthor mask. "It's not kinky. It's not as if I wear a feather boa and handcuffs when I do it." Lex's smile morphed into a smirk. "At least, not when I do that."

Clark's jaw dropped, as Lex hoped it would, but his eyes never lost their new-found humor. Clark's throat was dry as he ventured, "So, what do you use the handcuffs for?" Lately, such details and visuals were ones that Clark craved. The whole strangulation thing had just thrown him. He often pictured Lex, just never doing anything that could actually kill him. He didn't want to picture Lex hurting himself.

Surprised at where this conversation seemed to be headed, Lex answered honestly. "I like to tie my partners up. Gives me total control. Every scream, every moan, everything they experience, is at my hands. Or whatever I may be using."

(must stop conversation before Clark sees how it is affecting me)

Lex stretched over for his pants. "But now, Clark, I'd like to shower. You can wait for me, if you'd like. I won't be long."

"Oh."

Lex's eyebrows raised at Clark's obvious disappointment. "Is there anything else you'd like to talk about right now?"

"Not exactly."

(breathe inhale breathe)

"I just. I thought. Maybe..." The rest of Clark's words blended together meaninglessly below Lex's threshold for hearing as Clark once more studied the floor.

Lex skooched back over to Clark, intent on finding out what the boy had just said. Because

(oh my god could it have been?)

it sure as hell couldn't have been what he thought it was. He raised Clark's chin with one hand, forcing him to look Lex in the eyes. "What?"

More confidence this time, though his eyes wavered. "I thought maybe we could try some of that. You could maybe handcuff me, and help me experience an orgasm induced by someone else..."

Lex shook his head to clear it. His eyes widened as they locked onto Clark's. Before he could croak out "What? Are you sure?" Clark leaned over and kissed him.

Shocked, Lex almost pulled away. Then he relaxed and returned the kiss. He thought once more about pulling back and discussing this new development in their relationship. But

(who the fuck am I kidding he obviously wants this I want this he tastes good I want more)

he found that he couldn't. Lex tossed his pants, still in one hand, away as he pushed himself on top of Clark.

In one fluid motion Clark was able to shift his weight forward again to bring his hands to Lex's back as Lex settled on top of him. Lex's tongue penetrated Clark's lips and Clark opened wider. He also slipped his hands underneath Lex's shirt, fulfilling his fantasy of running his fingers all over Lex's silky skin.

Lex didn't want to open his eyes, didn't want to break his own fantasy. This couldn't be real. Maybe this time he did actually die while auto-asphyxiating. But then Clark brushed his fingers over Lex's nipples and Lex knew that he couldn't be dead because this felt

(innocent boy my ass he knows what to do with those hands and his tongue)

too nice. Lex slipped his hands into Clark's jeans, praying that he wasn't moving too fast, that Clark wouldn't come to his senses before either of them actually came. Because some how Lex was hard again and he knew Clark could feel it; he could feel that Clark was also erect and waiting. Clark thrust upwards at the touch, his tongue moving faster over Lex's.

(feels so good my god gonna cum gonna cum)

Clark jerked away from Lex and pushed his hands back. Taking a deep breath, he explained, "Gotta slow down. Never done this before."

Lex smiled, trying to remember if he had ever been that pure, that inexperienced. Not in a long time. He obligingly relaxed his hands from Clark's shaft. He shrugged out of his shirt so Clark could at least look at him. Clark mirrored the action, revealing chore-hardened muscles and tanned skin. Lex bit his lip as he drank in the sight and pressed a hand to his own groin, needing friction, pressure, of any sort.

(so pretty and mine for right now and goddamn gorgeous)

Deciding that he was under control, at least until Lex touched him again, Clark took a few deep breaths to steady himself then reached out again to Lex. Lex leaned into the touch and brought his mouth to Clark's chest, bringing each nipple to a point. Clark hissed at the warm wetness and squirmed as he once again worked his hands around Lex's body.

Lex once again brought his hand to Clark and slipped it into his boxers. He mimicked the actions he had performed on himself not too much earlier. Clark's breathing hitched as he thrust into Lex's grip. Sensing that Clark was close to release, Lex once more latched his mouth on to Clark's. He also maneuvered them so that Clark was leaning against the wall, pinning him to it so he couldn't move.

Clark didn't know what to do. Lex's hand felt so good on his skin, the friction nothing short of delightful. Lex's mouth was warm, and tasted of Lex, and his tongue knew exactly what it was doing.

(oh god almost almost almost)

He wanted to breathe but didn't want to break the kiss; Lex felt too good. He tried breathing through his nose but that didn't seem to be working too well, either. Lex kept pressing harder and harder against him, harder and harder into him, as his hand moved faster. The thumb of the hand not gripping Clark's shaft stretched around the base of Clark's rib cage and his hand squeezed inwards (a move that would have been more successful on someone who wasn't invincible). The last working brain cell in Clark's head put it together as pleasure coursed through his body.

(can't get enough air can't breathe can't breathe oh god so good so good ahhhhhh)

Lex felt Clark still beneath him, knew that Clark had stopped trying to breathe; apparently he had realized why Lex hadn't pulled back. Clark clearly didn't have much experience and hadn't figured out how to breathe and kiss at the same time for a long period, which for once worked to Lex's advantage.

(smart boy trusts me no reason to what did I do to deserve this)

Lex's hand was suddenly coated in Clark's warm semen as Clark's body shuddered in release. Lex finally pulled his mouth off of Clark's and the farm boy inhaled heavily and managed to collapse a bit sideways onto the floor.

Clark was obviously out of it, so Lex decided to finish himself off. He slipped his hand into his boxers, pulled himself free, and started to stroke, the sight of Clark debauched and coated in a thin sheen of sweat, face flushed, more than enough of a turn on. His eyelids fluttered half-shut so he could still see Clark while focusing more of his attention on his tactile senses.

(so pretty so pretty and all for me)

Clark didn't want Lex to finish himself. But he looked like he knew what he was doing. And Clark sure as hell didn't. Finding he did have control of his limbs after all (he had been in doubt for a few seconds there), Clark brought his hand to Lex's throat. Lex's eyes flew back open. Clark squeezed, mindful of his strength.

As he was short on breath to begin with, Lex's eyes slipped shut again as he quickly got light-headed from lack of oxygen and blood to his brain due to Clark's hand pressed into his throat. It was like being held by a living, organic clamp.

(oh god quick study trust so good so good)

Lex's hand increased its motion as he gave up trying to breathe and his other hand joined in to massage his testes as well. It was enough to bring Lex over the edge and he shuddered as he climaxed, explosively ejaculating onto Clark's supine form.

Clark relaxed his hand, and as it seemed to have been the only thing holding him up, Lex collapsed onto him, sucking in a deep breath while he could. He wedged himself against Clark as best as he could in their positions.

(sticky damp yet comfortable)

"Lex?" Lex grunted in reply. "That was great." This time Lex snorted. "Are you okay?"

(dear god shut up and let me enjoy this before I come back to my senses)

"Yes. Give me a minute."

Clark obliged, running his hands along Lex's back, along his spine, kneading the surrounding muscles.

(feels good gonna fire my masseuse)

Eventually Lex shifted and propped himself up on his elbow. "You okay, Clark? I'm sure this isn't what you had in mind when you came over here."

Clark snorted and sat up a little. "Finding out that my friend likes to strangle himself while masturbating, does sexual stuff with guys, and is in to bondage was definitely not on today's agenda." Feeling Lex tense, Clark continued. "But that doesn't mean I didn't like it. Surprises can be fun."

Lex relaxed again. "I'm glad you had a good time. I did. Thank you for that bit of asphyxiation at the end there. I can't remember the last time I had a partner to do that with me. I think I saw stars. It was such a tight grip, it felt great." Lex smiled once more, even as he rubbed at the red marks adorning his throat. Today he had probably reached his smiling quota for the month.

"Well, you were doing it to me, sort of, so I figured I could return the favor. And you obviously like that kind of thing." Clark gave Lex his own smile, the one that typically melted Lex whenever he earned it. He also chided himself for gripping so tightly.

"Did you like it? I should have asked first. But I didn't want to let go or back off, and, well..." Lex just shrugged, another gesture he used very sparingly.

"If I didn't like it, I probably would have thrown you off of me. Maybe. But I did. It was intense. Not just when I had trouble breathing, but all of it." Clark ducked his head again, apparently reverting to shy farm boy. "Thank you."

Lex once again raised his eyebrows. "For what?"

"For giving me experience with a non-self-induced orgasm. For trusting me. For being you. And I'm sorry I burst in on you."

"Well, I think the whole experience has worked out for the both of us, so we can forget any apologies and thanks."

"Okay. That was just... incredible. Amazing." Clark's eyes shined as he tipped his head back to think about the sensations he had just experienced.

(so so innocent if only he knew but he will soon)

"That was just the tip of the iceberg, Clark. There's so much more I can do for you... with you... to you..." Lex watched Clark's eyes widen as his own voice got deeper as he leaned in slightly. "Like those handcuffs when you're ready..."

(oh god Lex handcuffs more thank you)

Clark gulped. "Okay."

Lex smiled yet again, dopamine levels in his blood apparently still very high.

(what the hell has he done to me never felt like this afterwards)

"So I take it you want more?" Clark did his best to nod. "I've thought about you for quite a while now, Clark. I never thought I would actually have you."

"Same for me. You were just so unobtainable, distant somehow, or you were obtained by someone else. But now, I guess, I have you?"

"Yep. Looks like we're stuck with each other." Lex shifted and grimaced. "And to each other, at the moment. I hate to break this up, but I really need that shower." Lex pulled himself from where Clark's and his torsos were glued together by his semen.

"Whenever you want to try something new, let me know. Those handcuffs are waiting for you." Lex smiled wickedly as he stood, gathering his clothing in an attempt to get organized before his shower.

"No problem." Clark also stood, gathering his shirt. "You ever try that auto-asphyxiation thing in the shower?" he asked tentatively.

"Only when I've wanted to die, Clark. That isn't too safe. No secure grip to be had on the floor, no one would find me for a while... But I suppose if you were there to help me with it..." His spent flesh gave a half-hearted twitch at the prospect.

Clark gave his own wicked smile, though it looked as foreign on his features as Lex's genuine smiled looked on his. "Hey, if you're there, I'm there. Could be fun."

(fun is he trying to kill me fun does not describe it way better than that)

Lex grabbed Clark's hand and led him to the bathroom. "We won't know until we try, will we?"

Afterward: I first read about auto-asphyxiation years ago in `Salem's Lot by Stephen King. He also mentions it in one of his short stories in his recent compilation Everything's Eventual. The style of my story (italics, thought, inclusion of humor at odd places) was meant to reflect the style that King uses in a lot of his works, very noticeably in The Shining, with the uses of separate paragraphs of italics to indicate frantic thought. I hope I was successful in communicating that. If not, I hope you enjoyed the story anyway. Thanks for reading it. Apologies to Mr. King.