Struggling, fighting, every instinct he has pushing his hands clench, and another mattress gives its life for the cause.

The cause is sex, the cause is love. The cause is solid muscles under white skin, faintly flushed pink, the top of a sleek head pale rose.

Lex's head. Lex's smooth white skin and bared teeth that grimace at him.

Lex seated firmly on Clark's lap; knees tight, grinding down on him while practicing their French.

That's what Clark's parents think they're doing. But it seems like Lex can read Clark's mind now, and Lex always knows what Clark wants before Clark does.

Or maybe Clark says things out loud when he's concentrating on other things, like not breaking the bones of the man he loves. Sometimes in French.

It was more like Greek tonight.

Lex barked a laugh and froze above him. Clark moaned and banged his head back. The silk-padded headboard was driven into the wall yet again. His head fit the indention in the wall behind the headboard perfectly. Lex had given up having it repaired. They just used the same spot every time.

Same place on the bed, same position. Safe sex took on a whole new meaning for an alien teenager who had yet to reach orgasm without destroying something.

"What?" Clark gasped, words not his friends at the moment.

"We should study Greek. You're going to need it when I take you there." Still sitting still, Lex ran his hands up Clark's chest. His thumbs stroked over prominent collarbones. No matter how much he ate, Clark was always hungry. His body craved food and affection in equal measure. Lex seemed happy to give abundantly of both.

"You're going to take me to Greece?" Fingers dug deep into the mattress. Even Lex couldn't afford to keep replacing them, if only because of the questions that could raise. This was a new one - they were averaging about one every three weeks. After a while the holes made them too uncomfortable to sleep on.

Lex did like comfort in his life.

"I'm going to take you everywhere, Clark," Lex crooned, bending over him they kissed. Hot and wet, tongues playing that private game of catch-and-release. Sliding one hand around the back of Lex's skull, Clark shuddered. Because it felt so good. Because Lex was so much a part of him.

The kiss ended with a lick to his lips. Lex waited until Clark's hand was flat on the mattress again before he slowly stretched and arched back.

His hands landed on Clark's bunched thighs. and Clark pushed. Pushed his hips up, pushed his cock deeper. In. Lex rode the movement with the ease of practice. It hadn't been so easy at first.

Clark always came too soon, or the breakage was too distracting for Lex to continue. Or Clark was so worried about hurting Lex he couldn't get it up at all, despite his youth and hormones.

And Lex had these fits of guilt wholly out of character, something he'd never experienced before he first kissed Clark.

They'd worked through most of that. It wasn't perfect yet. Clark was still 16 and breaking things. Lex was still a Luthor, still emotionally withdrawn and untrusting.

Together, they were more than that. Together, they were - amazing.

"Clark...," Lex groaned, humping on him in slow, measured rhythm. Clark knew his cock was rubbing Lex's prostate, and that his lover would keep it there as long as he could. Clark brought his knees up to help himself be still if he thrust now he could hurt Lex, oh, so much. It would be so bad.

So bad.

This was... - so good.

"Clark, uhn, gonna, ahhh..." his fingers dug into Clark's thighs. No worries about bruising.

Clark had read somewhere that only a small percentage of gay men could come just from anal stimulation. But Lex wasn't strictly gay and why would he believe anything he read on the Internet anyhow? Lex loved fucking, Lex loved being fucked and, in the end, all that really mattered was that Lex loved Clark.

Like he was saying now. Moaning, gasping, panting. The 'love yous' alternated with 'fuck, yeah' and 'fuck me'.

Vocabulary lessons aside, all Clark could do was watch and fight to hold off his own orgasm.

When Lex fell silent and stiffened he was both relieved and sad. The sight of Lex's cock; heavy, pale, slender, just like him, shooting invaluable Luthor semen into the air, was always enough to send Clark over the edge. He went screaming, one foot driven through the mattress as he writhed, eyes shut tightly in hopes he couldn't burn a hole through his eyelids.

Then it was over. Clark could raise on shaking arms and hold Lex to him as his lover collapsed forward onto Clark's chest. Still inside him. Still part of him.

So sad, that it was over and he would have to wait to do it again.

So sad, that he would have to get up and go home soon, to his empty bed and Lexless house.

So sad, that he couldn't just stay right here.

"God I love you," Lex moaned, his face pressed to Clark's neck. It was really brilliantly and adamantly not sad.

"I love you too," Clark whispered, holding Lex close and being held in turn. "I couldn't I couldn't live without you." And, okay, that was just the sort of drivel he hated on those stupid teen shows Chloe claimed she didn't watch but always seemed to know what was happening on.

The sort of thing Clark tried to avoid. But it was still good. Because Lex kissed his neck, and Clark felt him smile.

Had to hold and take and couldn't get enough on faintly tanned, sweaty skin that tasted like Lex. And Lex tasted like power and need and want. Control out the window, fuck-the-world-if-they-don't-like-it, Clark was. Fucking. Lex.

The legally elected President of the good old US of A.

In mid air. Somewhere over the ocean Clark thought. It was possible he'd flown farther than he though. To or even past France.

His speed was only limited by Lex's wonderful skin and he'd finally learned, thirty years ago, that anything close to his body was somehow protected, the way his clothes were.

And Lex was very, very close to his body right now. Wrapped completely around it. legs around Clark's waist, arms around his shoulders, displaying far more flexibility than any other man his age.

Still so, so beautiful.

Floating, in a patch of clouds. With the stars shining above them and moonlight streaming around.

Ridiculously romantic, Lex would say when they landed. Nothing a big bed and some candles wouldn't have provided.

Except for the absolute freedom Clark found here.

"Thinking..." Lex tipped his head back and frowned.

"Only about you," Clark muttered. When Lex was in his arms he partially reverted to the teenager that had first held him. It felt just as new, every time.

Lex was still new, every time. With Lex in his arms, his cock on Lex or Lex in him.

A circuit completed. Energy allowed to flow again.

"I hope so." Pale hands stroked Clark's chest and twisted his nipples, hard enough that he really felt it. a shudder ran through him.

Not as pale as he had been. Carefully rationed exposure to high-UV tanning rays over the course of a dozen years had finally managed to put just a little color in that so-smooth skin.

Melanin painstakingly cultivated for appearance' sake.

In moonlight, Lex would have once radiated silver.

Tonight he glowed. Soft gold. Appropriate for a man with the Midas touch.

Clark shifted his hands, one under Lex's ass and the other on the back of his head, cradling it. He loved the weight of it, the way Lex relaxed into him, letting Clark hold his head in place. As if the burden of carrying around that formidable intelligence tired his neck and he could only rest it in Clark's hands.

"Oh God." It sounded like a prayer. Lex paid lip service to the concept of religion for the sake of his political career, but Clark knew that this was the only thing Lex truly believed in.

"It's been so long." Lex pushed back from Clark, arching backward. Clark held his shoulders and let him stay there, looking up into unending sky.

His cock throbbed inside of Lex. Where it was hot and tight and happy.

There was no hurry here. When Superman kidnaped the President right out of the residence, the Secret Service knew exactly what to do. They'd been given detailed instructions.

Lie.

It would have been nice to go public. To tell the world that they were together. Unfortunately, the world would have a huge hissy fit. Clark didn't care, as long as he could have Lex. Any way he could have him.

"Think they have us on radar again?" he asked conversationally, rotating his hips slowly. They were dropping into a thicker mass of cloud now. Water particles suspended in the air. Just like them. Only smaller.

"Not if they want to keep their funding," Lex ground out. He threw his arms wide, a vibrant, bald Christ not sacrificed, but impaled. On Clark's cock.

Superman's cock.

And they would never get away from that. Well, maybe. Someday. When Lex wasn't Mr. President anymore.

When the world was a safer place.

"You're amazing," Clark moaned, unable to tear his eyes away. Surrounded by the beauty of Earth, he only saw Lex.

"Prettier than the fluffy clouds?" Lex teased in a gasping voice. Clark moved Lex's legs, off his waist and up, so he could turn himself, flip Lex round. It didn't matter, as long as they stayed connected and would up where he wanted them.

Lex's back to his chest, Lex's legs hooked behind his, Lex's head lolling back on Clark's shoulder.

Perfect. Earth might be Clark's planet, but Lex was his world.

"So beautiful..." Clark whispered.

"God, so strong...." Lex moaned as they began to move in earnest. His hands scrabbled back, latched on to Clark's hips. Fingers dug in. "Fuck, yeah. I love you. Fuck me. Clark. Love you. God."

It came too quickly. They shook together. Clark cried out, a hoarse bellow of simple joy.

He floated on his back, Lex spread over him. It wasn't too cold, even this far up. Clark's body produced a lot of heat.

"Where did we leave our clothes?" Lex mumbled, kissing Clark's neck.

"That buoy to the right of the oil platform," Clark whispered back, kissing the top of his head. "Do you need to get back soon?"

"Not until dawn," Lex answered. He yawned, then stretched to kiss Clark gently. Chastely.

"You?"

"I'm not going anywhere for a while." Clark wrapped his arms more tightly around Lex.

And felt him smile.