DISCLAIMER - Not mine, I couldn't afford the motor and household insurance bills. I promise I'll scrub them down and give them back to DC comics, the WB and anyone else who does own a slice of them when I'm done with them. Story, such as it is, copyright Karen Colohan, June 2003.

Author's notes - Written for the Contre la Montre unusual kisses challenge. I think this actually took 48 minutes. Ooops! Spoilers for the Pilot and Exodus.



Lex took a deep breath and forced himself to open his eyes again. The view hadn't changed, nor had the position from which he was seeing it. Below him, as tiny as his childhood model of the battle of Troy when seen from this distance, was Smallville. He was moving over it with an admirable turn of speed, fast enough for the wind to sting his face and make his eyes water. Which meant...

"God, Clark, you're... we're flying!" Lex really didn't like to state the obvious, but in this case he wasn't sure what else to say.

"I know, Lex." Clark sounded almost sheepish.

"How...?" Lex stopped, began again. "No, you told me how. You're an alien. A flying alien... Jesus, Clark, when you finally give up your secrets you certainly know how to do it in style."

"Are you mad at me?" The nervousness in Clark's voice was unmistakable.

Lex was silent for a long moment as, defying all logic, he continued his flight without wings. When he spoke, his voice sounded as if it came from a long way away, the rushing air tugging at his words.

"The day you saved my life I dreamed that I flew over Smallville. It looked and felt just like this. Everything changed that day, Clark." Lex gave a breathless laugh. "I never imagined I'd ever get to do this for real."

The arms holding him against Clark's broad chest tightened. "I know, Lex. I remember you telling me."

"I'm not mad at you, Clark," Lex said softly. He looked around again, taking in his incredible surroundings, then shivered as reality intruded. "Fuck, no plane..."

"I, um, I didn't think you had good memories of flying in a plane," Clark replied, carefully not mentioning Helen's name.

The laughter this time was more strained. "You're right, I don't, but... I'm sorry, Clark, this is going to take some getting used to. I can't believe..."

"Believe it, Lex, it's real. This is who I am."

Silence fell between them again. It stretched for long moments as they soared high above the patchwork of fields, roads and buildings that made up Smallville.

It was Lex who broke it.

"Clark, can you turn me around without dropping me?" he asked.

"Sure, why?" Clark replied.

"Just do it," Lex insisted.

Acceding to the request, Clark held onto Lex tightly - so that there was no possibility of him falling - as he carefully manoeuvred the lean frame until they were flying face to face.

"Is that better? I can take us back down if you'd be more comfortable," Clark offered solicitously.

"No, this is perfect. Thank you," Lex said with a smile as he settled into the new position, cradled in Clark's arms.

Lex took the opportunity to study Clark, now that he could see him. He still looked the same as he always had, revelations of alienness notwithstanding. Currently, there was an expression of cautious curiosity on his face as he looked back at Lex. This close, Lex couldn't help noticing just how green Clark's eyes were with the sun shining into them. And his dark hair was even more tousled than normal as the air currents they were riding ruffled the silken strands.

Carefully, not wanting to disturb their balance, Lex slid one of his hands up Clark's back, feeling the play of strong muscles under his palm. When he reached Clark's neck his fingers stroked the patch of smooth skin for a moment before he curled them into the ends of Clark's hair.

Lex pulled him down so that their faces were just inches apart. Then he tilted his own head up until he could take Clark's lips in a demanding kiss. They were soft and pliant and tasted of the coffee they'd bought at the Talon, then shared as they drove out to Chandlers Field for the conversation that Clark had insisted was long overdue.

If anything was overdue, Lex thought as he licked at Clark's mouth until it opened for him, it was this.


For a brief second Clark dipped in the air, his coordination momentarily gone as he startled at Lex's unexpected actions. He managed to recover before Lex actually had a chance to notice that they were in freefall. Nevertheless, Clark wrapped his arms more firmly around Lex in a distinctly protective gesture.

Lex's tongue was thrusting deep into his mouth and that was a revelation in its own right, Clark decided. A very pleasant one. And, once he'd levelled out their flight path without mishap, Clark did what any self-respecting flying, teenage alien would do in a similar situation. He returned Lex's kiss with considerable enthusiasm as he set his mind to working out the logistics of having sex whilst flying.


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