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Lex sighed warily. Of course, it had happened now.

He jerked his leg back sharply and winced as the old wooden slats bit into his skin through his dark gray Armani slacks.

"Fuck!" He hissed as a light flashed across his face.

"Lex?"

He searched his mind for possible excuses...bit down hard on his scarred upper lip as a dark head of hair appeared from the window directly to his side.

"What...how?" Clark Kent's beautiful face was twisted in a confused, conerned grimace. "Lex, why are you on my roof?"

Lex was now pulling frantically at his leg. "Hello, Clark," he said smoothly. He fixed a calm smile on his face and shrugged. "I'm afraid I don't know." He huffed out a breath, aiming for bewildermint. "I was in my study, having a glass of brandy, and all of a sudden..." He held up his hands innocently, and heard an exceedingly unmanly squeak escape from his lips as he started to fall backward.

"Lex!" Clark's large, warm hand closed around his arm and pulled him back up.

Lex watched as Clark's eyes scanned their way down his body to where his leg was caught between the roof slats. Plush lips twitched as Clark bit back a smile, and Lex sighed.

"Lex...why were you really on my roof?"

"That's what I'd like to know!"

Lex felt his stomach fall out of his body and bounce on the ground. He wondered if Jonathan Kent had noticed.

"I...really...I think that if I could just get down, I could explain this whole thing." He looked beseachingly at Clark, whose wide green eyes were sparkling with amusement and...something else.

Clark leaned forward and yelled down to his father, "Dad, it's okay. It's a meteor mutant thing. Lex came over to make sure I was okay, and he just got stuck." The both looked at each other, then down at Jonathan, who grunted disbelievingly and stormed off into the barn. Clark snorted softly and leaned closer to Lex, as he reached down to work the wooden slat off of Lex's leg. "You were totally looking in my window, weren't you?"

And, there was the stomach. It had bounced right back up, and was now in his throat. He opened his mouth and sighed. Shrugging, Lex said softly, "I couldn't help it, Clark. I had to know."

Clark's careful hands freed his leg and moved around his waist, lifting him safely inside Clark's room. "Know what?" Clark's voice was a mere whisper.

Swallowing down that pesky stomach, Lex took a deep breath. "I had to know..." He looked down at the floor and blinked hard several times. Cursing himself for being so flustered, Lex dredged up his Luthor-ness and smiled brightly. "When you floated into my room last night, you were completely naked."

Clark's mouth dropped open.

"And I had to know," Lex continued, "if that freckle on your left ass cheek was really shaped like a duck, or if it was just my imagination."

Clark's mouth snapped shut. Lex watched shining green eyes dart around the room in abject terror. "Um...I floated into your room...and you're asking about my freckles?"

Lex nodded seriously. "Clark," he said gently, moving one elegant hand to lay on Clark's shoulder, "I do have my priorities."