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, July 2003.

Author's notes - Inspired by Carlanesses comment 'hot like cotton sheets just out of the dryer'.

Lex knocked on the screen door and wondered if he'd had a wasted journey out to the Kent farm. There was no sign of the truck outside and Clark wasn't to be found in his usual refuge in the barn.

"Clark. Mrs. Kent," he called, on the verge of turning and heading back to his car.

"Lex, come in," Clark's voice floated out of the depths of the kitchen. "I'm sorry, I've kind of got my hands full right now."

Intrigued by that comment, Lex pushed open the door and stepped inside. He smiled at the sight that greeted him. Clark was struggling to untangle the contents of a large laundry basket, without much success.

"Where's your mom?" Lex asked. "Doesn't she usually do that?"

Clark looked up and grinned at him. "She and dad have gone into town for a few hours and mom asked me to fold everything when it came out of the dryer. I had no idea that a bunch of sheets was going to give me this much trouble, though."

"It looks like you could use a hand there," Lex offered, walking across to join Clark.

"That would be great, Lex, thanks." Clark replied gratefully.

Clark's grin had got even brighter and Lex tried not to feel too warmed by the open expression and Clark's obvious pleasure at seeing him. They were just friends, Lex reminded himself, no matter how much he might wish for something more. Besides, Clark finally seemed to be making his move where Lana was concerned, so that was that. Lex carefully ignored thinking about the fact that he was currently dating Helen.

While Lex had been lost in his thoughts, Clark had managed to untangle a single sheet from the pile in the basket. Lex caught hold of one end while Clark took the other. Between the two of them it was a simple job to fold it neatly. Clark began to sort out a second sheet while Lex carried the first over to the kitchen table.

Lex ran his fingers across the still warm cotton. It was soft and a little worn, nothing like the crisp linens he slept on himself. A pleasant fragrance drifted up from the material; fabric conditioner, Lex assumed. In fact, the scent was familiar and Lex realised that he'd noticed it on Clark's clothes on occasion.

The thought made Lex's cock harden just a little and he shifted uncomfortably. It really was a sad day when he found himself getting turned on by the smell of the fabric conditioner his best friend's mother used.

It didn't help matters when he realised that the second sheet that Clark had sorted out for folding was much smaller than the first, which meant it was almost certainly from Clark's own bed. It carried the same sunny scent as the first one and it was just as soft and hot against his fingers. Lex had to close his eyes for a moment against the image of Clark lying wrapped in this very sheet, the cotton warmed by his body heat rather than the clothes dryer.

Lex's eyes flew open again at the sound of Clark clearing his throat. "Uh, Lex, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Lex hurried to reassure him. "Just a few things on my mind." He forced his attention back to the mindless task of folding laundry rather than wholly inappropriate thoughts of seducing Clark on worn cotton sheets.

Suddenly, Lex found himself eye to eye with Clark who had moved across to take the second sheet from his hands when he failed to put it down.

"Lex, it's obvious something's bothering you," Clark said carefully. "What's wrong? Maybe I can help. Is it about Helen?"

The expression on Clark's face was very earnest. And very young, Lex added pointedly as he shook his head. "No, Clark, it doesn't have anything to do with Helen. Really, it's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

Clark was even closer now, his hands coming to rest over Lex's on the folded sheet that he held between their bodies like a shield. Lex could smell the scent of Clark's skin on top of the artificial fragrance of the fabric conditioner. He couldn't help drawing in a deep breath and his cock pressed harder against the front of his pants in response.

"It's nothing," Lex insisted, as much for his own benefit as for Clark's.

Common sense was screaming at Lex to move away and end this before he did something he'd regret. But the soft green of Clark's eyes held him where he was.

Another step and Clark was pressed right against him, filling Lex's field of vision. Lex dropped his gaze, afraid of what his own eyes might reveal.

There was a long pause before Clark spoke.

"If it makes a difference," he said quietly, "my parents won't be back for hours yet. There's no one here but us."

Lex looked up again, startled. He tried to read Clark's expression, but it eluded him. "Why would that make a difference?" he asked at last.

A gentle smile tugged at Clark's mouth. "It means that we wouldn't get interrupted."

"Clark...?" Lex had just convinced himself that this really was insane and that he was going to leave, now, when Clark's hands moved up to rest lightly on his shoulders.

"You know, I've wanted to do this for ages," Clark breathed. Then he bent his head and brushed his lips softly across Lex's.

Lex gasped into the almost chaste kiss and felt Clark's tongue slowly trace the outline of his mouth, flicking across the scar. Then Clark pulled away again and looked at him expectantly.

Lex's hands released the sheet that he'd still been clutching and it fell unheeded to the floor. His fingers came up to frame Clark's face, one thumb rubbing the full lips, feeling their softness.

"This is what you want?" he asked finally. *Am I who you want?* he didn't ask, but it hung in the air between them all the same.

Once again, Clark smiled. "Yes."

He reached up and caught one of Lex's hands in his own. Clark's eyes were shining as he said," Come with me, let me show you some of the other things I've been wanting to do for a while."

Lex found himself laughing helplessly as Clark began to pull him towards the stairs. He almost ran into Clark's broad back when the boy stopped suddenly. Clark turned and looked at him, his cheeks suddenly flushed as he added, "Maybe we should take that clean sheet with us too."

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