"Earth to, Kent."
Clark swung around to look at Chloe. "What?"
"What are looking at? We need to get this finished."
He bent back to the book they'd been using for research. But every now and then, he'd look up across the quad. He'd managed to lie to himself all during high school, but once he hit college, the truth had refused to hide. Metropolis had a thriving gay community, and Clark had given up his virginity in the back room of a club his second weekend in town.
Chloe looked up and realized Clark was distracted again. She smacked his arm. "Clark, what are you looking at?" She twisted around to look in the direction he was facing.
Across the quad, she saw a man surrounded by several people. He tilted his head back as he drank from a blue bottle. Chloe turned as a low moan came from the man beside her. She grinned her most wicked as she watched her friend salivate.
Clark watched the bald man laugh at something one of the group said. He stood and turned to reach into the cooler that was setting on the low wall. The jeans the other man was almost wearing slipped down revealing a strip of white flesh. A sound much like a whimper came from Clark's throat.
"Down, boy. You can't play on that field."
"What? I don't know what you mean, Chloe."
"That's Lex Luthor. I'd heard he came back for his graduate work. His father wanted him to come into the business but he's insisting on getting that degree. His mother left him a fortune so papa's purse is unimportant to him. He's not going to waste his time with an undergrad, farmboy, Clark. He could have any woman he wants."
"I can look, can't I?"
"That's about all you'll get to do. Try to keep the drool in check."
Clark looked back in time to see Lex Luthor fellate another bottle, red this time. He tried to will his cock down, but that organ wasn't listening. It wanted to go over, butt in on the group and introduce itself to the sexiest man he'd ever seen.
"I can see we aren't going to get anywhere as long as he's over there. I'll see you later, Clark."
He watched as she gathered her books and stuffed them into her backpack. He cringed as she headed, purposefully toward the knot of people surrounding Lex Luthor. She barged up to him as if she talked to the rich and powerful every day. He grinned down at her as she spoke then his head swiveled toward Clark.
Clark wished the ground would open up and swallow him. He grabbed his books and began stuffing them in his backpack. As he started to rise, he felt the presence next to him.
"Your friend says you're looking for some help with Greek history. I'm quite well versed and would be willing to offer tutor services."
Clark looked up into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. He continued to his feet and tried to think of something to say. Leave it to Chloe to put him in an embarrassing position. She knew he didn't think that quickly when his libido was tripped.
"I'm sorry, she shouldn't have done that. I really can't afford to pay a tutor. I'll work it out."
"I don't need to be paid, not in money anyway. We could work out a barter system. Maybe you could wash my porche."
Clark relaxed a little under the influence of the nice smile on the other man's face. "That'd be easier than bailing hay."
"I'm sure. So shall we get together tomorrow afternoon? Say one?"
"Okay. Where should we meet?"
"Why don't you come to the penthouse? I have an extensive library for reference."
"Ah…okay. Will I need a map? I haven't been in town that long."
"It's in the tower, tallest thing in town, you can't miss it."
Lex smiled as the beautiful boy in front of him blushed. This might just be one of the best things to happen to him in a while.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"I look forward to it." Lex started to turn and stopped. "I should have your name so the doorman will know to send you up."
"Clark, Clark Kent."
"See you tomorrow, Clark."
Lex walked back toward his friends as Clark headed toward the dorm. Lex sat on the wall and one of his companions turned to him. "Slumming, Lex?"
"If you'd stop looking down that patrician nose you'd find a world full of interesting people. You don't have to be rich to have a brain."
"Well, at least he's pretty."
The crowd laughed and Lex found himself more annoyed than he'd ever been at Jason. He soon excused himself and headed for the penthouse.
The next afternoon, promptly at one Clark entered the lobby of Luthor towers. He gave his name to the doorman and was led to the private elevator. A card key was inserted and Clark stepped in. There were only three buttons – garage, lobby, and penthouse. He tried to relax as the car took him up at a rapid pace.
When the doors opened, Lex was waiting. "Hello, Clark, right on time. Did you have any trouble finding the place?"
"Funny. Do you pay comedy writers?"
"Purely adlibbed." Lex led the way into a large living room that had windows floor to ceiling looking out over the city. Clark stumbled but caught himself.
"Wow! This is great."
"Thanks, Clark. Would you like a snack before we start? A guy your size probably has a good appetite."
"Will I need to wash the limo for that?"
"Don't be silly, Clark. I was hungry and figure college boys are always hungry. Help yourself."
Lex waved to a small table in one corner that Clark hadn’t noticed. He dropped his backpack by the sofa and walked over to the table. There were cold cuts, several types of bread, relishes and condiments. Clark took a plate and built a huge sandwich. Lex smiled as he watched.
After he'd left the campus, Lex had done some checking on young Clark Kent. He'd found out that Clark was in college on a scholarship, his parents had a small farm that was barely in the black, so he figured feeding the boy would be a good thing. The way the plate was loaded, he assumed it was a very good idea.
"What would you like to drink, Clark? I have several types of soda, milk, juice, beer."
"A beer would be great."
"I'll get it. Make yourself comfortable."
Lex disappeared and Clark inhaled several carrot sticks as he carried his plate to the sofa. Lex came back with two bottles and placed one in front of Clark. He watched as Clark hoovered the food and decided to send him home after dinner.
When he went to get them another beer he requested that cook prepare a larger than normal dinner. Coming back, he handed Clark the beer and then opened a small box on the table. The remote he removed was quite large. The first button lowered the shades, the second revealed the hidden large plasma TV.
"I thought we'd relax a little and watch a documentary first. A friend from prep school produced this one. He loves that period in history as much as I do so it was as accurate as he could make it."
"Hey, that's great. Thanks."
Clark turned his attention to the screen, Lex watched Clark. Occasionally, Clark would ask a question and Lex answered. He was impressed at the insight of the questions. Clark might be ignorant of the history of the time but he obviously had a sharp mind.
When the film ended, Clark turned to him and smiled. "That was great. Thanks for doing this for me. I learned more from that than a week in class."
"You have Saunders right?"
"Yes. Boring, dry and barely alive."
Lex laughed. "Yep, we used to make bets on when he'd go to sleep. I swear at times I thought we ought to check his pulse."
They spent several hours going over the text Clark had been assigned. Lex pulled some book from his private library and told Clark he could come over for books whenever he couldn't find what he wanted at the campus library.
Lex didn't have to work very hard to get Clark to stay for dinner, after that, they watched a movie together. It was one in the morning before Clark left. Lex missed him before the elevator reached the lobby.
Over the next several months, the two men danced around the attraction they felt. Lex's other friends teased him about slumming and his hayseed farmboy. He laughed it off, but gradually he stopped calling them. His life aside from school and studies consisted of Clark and then the few friends who orbited Clark's bright star.
He never would have imagined finding such joy in pizza and beer at a pub with a bunch of raucous twenty year olds. Clark had even invited him to spend spring break in Smallville. They had compromised they flew to Florida for three days and then spent the rest on the farm.
The Kents accepted him readily when he showed a willingness to get dirty by helping Clark with farm chores. On the drive back to the city, Clark had dropped the bombshell that almost made him wreck the car.
"Next weekend can we go dancing?"
"Yeah, I know this great club, down on Spring Street."
That was the point when Lex nearly ran off the road. Spring Street was known for it's gay bars, fetish shops, and gay bookstore. He straightened the car and tried to ignore the smirk he could feel on Clark's face.
"Achilles, great dance floor. And the waiters are cute."
"Go there often?"
"Not so much anymore. You take up a lot of my time."
"I'm so sorry I've inconvenienced you, Clark."
"Oh I'm not. I just figured now that I've taken you home to meet the folks, it was time for us to start dating."
"I didn't want to make you run off the road again."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Stop the car and I'll tell you."
Lex looked over at Clark quickly then pulled off at the next exit. He pulled into a gas station and parked away from the entrance. He turned and faced Clark.
"I figured I should at least take you dancing before I tried to fuck you."
"Ah, well for that I demand a minimum of dinner and dancing."
"Dinner, huh? Will you accept meatloaf in the cafeteria?"
"No, but I'll settle for a burger at the Dairy Queen."
Clark reached out and pulled Lex to him for a soft kiss. When he pulled back, Lex sighed. "Do we need to wait until next weekend to start dating?"
"No, Lex. Tonight would be good."
With no further words, Lex started the car and got back on the road. On campus, Clark grabbed his bag from the back. "I'll be there to pick you up at seven."
"I'll be ready."
Clark watched Lex drive off with a smile on his face. He'd done it and the world hadn't come to an end. He practically floated into the dorm. His future had begun.
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