Note: Written to be silly and fun, since at this point the show is about as far from that as it can possibly get. On that note, these characters definitely do not belong to me, I just wanted to see them have a good time.

Lex tried to be a good role model for Clark. He really did. Sometimes, though, he forgot those aspirations, and returned to dragging Clark down with him. Clark didn't seem to mind...

Today, Clark had asked to come over to the mansion after school to do his homework. Something about doing work on the farm not working out, interruptions from his parents, or something. It wasn't the first time, so Lex told him that of course he was welcome. Lex almost never refused to have a gorgeous boy like Clark voluntarily present in his house.

So, Clark was lying on his stomach in Lex's entertainment room, studiously reading a textbook. From its size and the picture of a lung on one of the open pages, Lex deduced it to be Clark's biology book. Lex himself was sitting on the couch, watching a special on The History Channel about Socrates. He was also polishing his practice epees, scraping off the rust that had somehow accumulated upon the blades.

Occasionally, Clark would glance up from his book to look at Lex and sigh. And Lex pretended he didn't hear him. Lex had promised that they could make out once Clark finished his homework. Work before pleasure, and all that. When Lex had insisted on that rule when they had first become an item, Clark had raised his eyebrows and almost asked when the last time was that Lex had practiced that kind of restraint.

Anticipating the question, Lex had told him, "I'm trying to be a good role model, Clark. I've done a lot of things I regret, and I don't want to make you one of them, or get in the way of your young, innocent life. Enjoy it while you have it, and don't forget what's important. Do your work first, then me later."

Clark had flushed at the words, knowing what Lex was implying, but not really sure what he meant. They certainly hadn't progressed that far into the realm of sex, anyway. Being a horny teenager, Clark was more than willing, but Lex had insisted that they wait a while, not wanting to take advantage of a confused, hormonal boy, no matter how much he wanted to make him a "man." He had again started spouting off something about a misspent, lonely teenage-hood, and Clark, not wanting to hear it, had grabbed Lex and kissed him, stopping the talk for the time being.

As a result of Lex trying to be a good role model, Lex was now watching that history program, and not the porn movie that was on one of his satellite channels. It possibly starred one of his ex-girlfriends, which he wanted to see, but he didn't think it would be appropriate for him to watch porn while his young lover was trying to do his homework in the same room. He was taping the movie so he could watch it later, anyway.

Lex started rubbing the other side of the blade of his epee with sandpaper, removing the thin layer of rust to the best of his ability. He wasn't sure how moisture had managed to get to the blade. His staff could easily have taken care of the chore, but he preferred to handle his weapons on his own. Even the practice ones. He didn't let anyone but himself touch the electric blades.

He looked up from the blade and managed to get engrossed in the TV. He dropped the light tip of the blade to sit more comfortably as he slouched against the couch. He clasped the relatively smooth French grip of the blade loosely as the tip rested on the floor.

Clark looked up from his book again, hoping to catch Lex's eye and communicate to him his desire to ravish Lex's mouth, an act which had recently become one of his favorite hobbies. Seeing that Lex was watching the TV rather intently, he idly shifted his eyes to Lex's hand. Which was slowly stroking the grip of the blade, thumb occasionally flicking over the pommel. Up-stroke, flick, up-stroke, flick, up-stroke, flick... The motion mesmerized Clark, and when Lex added a small twist to his motion, Clark let out a choking sound.

That finally got Lex's attention. For some reason finding Clark's choking amusing, he smiled and asked, "What's wrong, Clark? You okay?"

"Yeah," Clark gasped out. "What are you doing?"

Lex gave him one of his patented blank stares. Clark still couldn't believe he had more than one. "What do you mean, 'what am I doing?'"

"You're giving your sword a hand job!"

"Epee, not sword," Lex corrected absently as he looked down at his hand. It appeared that Clark was right. He put the blade down on the coffee table, figuring that he was giving out the wrong signals if Clark was going to be getting his homework done any time soon. He was just... frustrated... and wanted Clark to hurry the hell up.

"Sorry." Lex gave Clark what passed for a sheepish grin in Lexian, which Clark interpreted to mean that Lex wasn't sorry in the least. Clark returned to his textbook, the motion of Lex's hand on his epee playing in the background of his mind, resulting in some very interesting interpretations of cellular respiration.

Lex once more focused on Socrates. After a few more minutes of the documentary, he realized why it was beginning to look familiar. His father had given him a set of unreleased documentaries on Greek philosophers for Christmas a year or two back, and they were now apparently making their way to actual television. He just hadn't watched his copy of this one in a while, so he hadn't recognized it.

He glanced down at Clark, who once more seemed to be absorbed in his book, which now seemed to feature diagrams of the respiratory organs of a grasshopper. Apparently that was knowledge American public schools deemed essential. Sometimes he was very glad that his father had sent him to boarding school. Besides, it was at boarding school that he learned what was really important: how he could eventually make Clark scream in pleasure.

Lex thought for a moment, and decided that he rarely got to tease Clark, and he was going to do it now. He had already done it with the weapon, mimicking the motions they had done to themselves in each other's presence but hadn't yet done to each other. Lex really meant it when he said he didn't want to move too fast, but it was driving him crazy. But maybe Clark was ready...

Lex got up and rummaged around through the drawers of the cabinet behind Clark. He grinned triumphantly when he found the plastic packaging. He returned to the couch, sat back down, and pulled a Twizzler out of the package and took a bite.

Clark looked up again, and Lex offered him a piece of the red licorice. Clark politely declined and returned to the Krebs Cycle as Lex finished what he was eating. He took another piece and started sucking on it.

He got it slicker and slicker and pushed it father and farther towards the back of his mouth. And then he gradually worked it into his throat. And back out. Continually until he was able to get it down smoothly all the way without gagging in the slightest. He made sure to shift his weight on the couch, knowing the movement would make Clark look up at him again.

And Clark did, just as Lex pulled the soggy Twizzler until it was obvious it was a whole one, and then slid it back down his throat. Clark's eyes bugged out of his head. Lex was sucking on a Twizzler. His. Boyfriend. Was. Deep. Throating. A. Twizzler. In front of him.

Clark sucked in a breath as his brain tried to tell his cock to stop paying attention to the slow tease that was his boyfriend (lover, partner, whatever Lex felt like calling him at the moment, since he hated the term "boyfriend." Clark kind of liked it, though.). His cock wasn't having any of it, as it was too easily projecting itself into the Twizzler's place. He shifted on the floor, trying to get more comfortable, as Lex gave up on that Twizzler, chewed and swallowed it, and started fellating another one, then added a second.

"Lex! What are you doing?" Clark never wanted to admit he could squeak, but this wasn't the first time Lex had made him do so.

Lex turned to face Clark, slowly pulling the Twizzlers out of his throat. "What's it look like?"

Clark flushed, not sure how to put this. "Um. That you're enjoying that Twizzler way too much."

Lex grinned. He then turned back to the TV without another word, and ate more Twizzlers in a normal fashion.

Clark sighed, hoping that if Lex was going to be a damn tease, maybe he'd finally be doing something about it. He returned his eyes to his book and started reading, not wanting to cum in his pants as he had the first two times they had really gotten into making out.

Watching Clark's reaction to the Twizzler trick, Lex realized he was getting aroused. Both of them, he figured. If his cock beginning to strain against his pants was any indication. He noticed Clark squirming as well.

He changed the channel to one of the other channels he had that he figured the Kents would deem "inappropriate." He was rewarded for his decision with a visual of a guy sandwiched between a woman and another guy, all of them sweating and breathing heavily as they worked with each other. He had been keeping the volume low so that Clark could study, so the teenager hadn't realized that one program of Greek arts had changed to another.

Lex pressed his hand against his crotch, needed a little pressure there. He slipped his hand underneath his waistband and boxers to cup himself. With his other hand he pulled down the zipper to give himself more room.

Clark didn't realize that anything had changed until he heard Lex exhale heavily. He looked up and had to fight between slamming his eyelids shut or opening them wide enough so his eyes fell out of his skull. Opening them won out, and he gaped as Lex pleasured himself. His eyes flicked to the screen, and he started at the picture. Two women and two men were together, somehow all four at once, on a beach, the women making little sounds of pleasure while the men pounded into them intently.

Clark squeaked without saying any actual words. Lex let his eyes slide quickly over to Clark as he turned his head in that direction a little more slowly. He gave what Clark determined to be the sexiest smirk ever.

"Um," Clark managed to say, in a rough voice, "What are you doing?"

This time Lex just cocked an eyebrow and explained, "Waiting for you to give me a hand."

Clark was up and sitting next to Lex so fast the millionaire thought the boy must have time-warped over. "Are you sure?" Clark's eyes were huge. "I know you haven't wanted to, um, push me..."

Lex hissed out, "Pleassssssssssse," as he thought of Clark's large, warm hands on his cock. Clark got up to sit on Lex's other side to get a better angle. He put his right hand over Lex's left, gradually forcing the paler, slimmer fingers away. His nervousness was making his palms sweaty, which provided a small amount of lubricant. He knew Lex had sensitive skin.

Lex took advantage of having both hands free to pull Clark's head towards his with one while grabbing at Clark's shirt with the other. He forced his tongue between Clark's lips, figuring that the boy wouldn't mind too much. He was proved correct when Clark greedily opened his mouth wider and forced Lex's tongue deeper, enjoying the taste of Twizzlers that still remained on it.

Clark wasn't really sure what to do with Lex's cock in his hand, even with all his fantasizing. But with the way Lex was starting to thrust up into his hand and make little noises like the women in the movie, he didn't think he was doing anything wrong. He pulled back from Lex to breathe for a minute, marveling over the way Lex's half-lidded eyes regarded him with lust.

"Harder, Clark..." Clark obliged, speeding up his hand's motion and stroking a little more firmly. "Ah, yeah, like that..." Clark also added the little twist that Lex had been using on his epee before. Lex's eyes shot open. "So close, oh yeah, come on..."

Clark watched as pre-cum dripped out of the slit of Lex's cock. Not content with just having Lex spill on his hand, Clark shifted so that he could reach the head with his tongue. Realizing Clark's intention, Lex tightened his grip in Clark's hair, and whispered, "Go for it... make me cum..."

Not needing further encouragement, Clark licked his lips, ran his tongue over Lex's cock, then took the head between his lips. He swept over it, wanting to taste Lex. The warm, wet heat engulfing the head was all Lex needed to bring him over the edge. He exhaled sharply but wordlessly as he spilled into Clark's mouth with one last thrust.

Clark swallowed what he could while marveling at what had just happened ("I got Lex off!" sing-songing through his mind), wiping his mouth with the back of his hand once Lex finally relaxed.

He looked up at Lex, who pulled him up again to kiss him once more. "So good, Clark. Thanks."

Clark tried a smile, hoping it didn't look too big and goofy. "No problem, Lex. You were practically begging me, anyway."

Lex managed to quirk an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Determining Clark's state of arousal by the way the boy shifted his weight and his pants bulged, he made sure that Clark knew that he was looking at his crotch.

"Um. Please?" Lex enjoyed doing anything that made Clark blush like that, that made him beg, his only regret being that after a while Clark wouldn't be embarrassed to ask Lex for anything.

Lex smiled as he tucked himself back in his pants. "Anything you want, Clark." Seeing the boy's eyes widen, he amended, "Within reason."

Clark was more eager than nervous now, and he was flushed with anticipation, not embarrassment. "Touch me. Like you were with yourself before."

Lex kissed Clark deeply while he pushed Clark back until he was as far on his back as the couch would allow, and Lex made a mental note to buy a larger couch at the next available opportunity. He slowly unzipped Clark's jeans, and found himself amused by Clark's bright red boxer shorts. But the very erect, impatient flesh inside was much more entertaining.

Clark tried to watch as Lex gripped his cock tightly and started to jack it slowly, but his eyes wandered over to the TV, where the porn movie seemed to have two guys sucking each other off. Clark could only wonder, what the hell kind of porno was this and why was it on Lex's TV?

But then Lex's tongue seemed to be tracing the route the palm of his hand had done seconds ago, and Clark's eyes were drawn like a magnet back to his own cock. Lex's tongue traced the ridge on the underside, tongue laving around to reach as much as he could. Clark was already too far gone to make this last, and he tried to convey that to Lex. "Please, Lex, can't, gonna..."

Reading Clark's signs of impending orgasm, Lex swiftly took the shaft in his mouth, its head bumping the back of his throat. Though much bigger than a Twizzler, it fit just fine, even when Clark thrust up into him and forced it deeper down. Lex took him in as far as he could before letting him slide back out, repeating the motion a couple of times. He wanted to make Clark's first blow job good.

Feeling Lex's teeth scrape intentionally but lightly on the underside of his cock, Clark couldn't hold out any longer, and he gasped out Lex's name as he climaxed, gripping the couch tightly with both hands.

Lex swallowed happily, glad he had finally gotten to taste his lover. Tucking Clark back into his pants, he pushed himself up Clark's body to rest on top of him.

"So," Lex murmured, stroking Clark's hair with one hand-it always amazed him how foreign those fibers felt since didn't have them on his own head- "did you like that?"

From the gagging sound Clark made, Lex hoped he was choking down a laugh. "You tell me." But he continued before Lex could open his mouth to speak. "That was great. Wonderful." He sighed contentedly, and Lex repeated the action.

"Same here."

"So why did we wait this long to do something like that?"

"I dunno." Clark grinned; Lex was never reduced to blending word fragments. He rubbed Lex's shoulders through his shirt, wishing for more skin contact. He felt the vertebrae of Lex's spine, and counted them under his breath.

Lex, having closed his eyes to listen to Clark breathe and just enjoy their proximity, cracked one open. "Are you counting my vertebrae? I assure you I have all of them..."

"Just thinking of what we learned in class about the human skeletal system."

Lex groaned. "Clark, you should be doing your homework. That's why we didn't do this before. I was trying to be good, and not corrupt a minor..." He buried his face into Clark's chest, finding the cotton of his shirt comforting.

"Oh, please. Stop trying to be a good role model. Boyfriends aren't supposed to be." At that moment a woman in the porno gave out a particularly loud scream as she came. Lex and Clark both started snickering.

"Yes, Clark." Lex looked up at Clark, enjoying the warmth in those eyes even as he planned to take away more of their innocence. "Being a good role model sucks."

"But as long as the role model does, then it's all good."

Lex groaned again at Clark's attempt at a pun. "Soon enough, Clark, you're going to be getting it so good that this isn't even going to seem like sex anymore."

Clark's eyes were wide again, yet also gleamed with something Lex wasn't sure he recognized. "Bring it on, role model. Teach me something..."

Lex turned back to the TV, where two guys were doing something with restraints that looked complicated. "There, eventually...But not until you do your homework. For the next several months. Or years."

Clark attempted a whine. "Lex, you suck. Especially at being a good role model." As he said these words, Clark reached out onto the coffee table and his hand came back with a copy of a homosexual version of The Kama Sutra that Lex could have sworn was stashed under the stack of magazines on the table's edge. "Explain this to me," Clark asked, trying to sound authoritative, like he supposed a good role model should.

Lex grinned. "As any good role model, just doing a little studying of my own..."