Alien Evolution (Part 5/?)

[sinderella81]

Title: Alien Evolution
Author:

cinderella81
Pairing: Clex
Rating: um ... start off G ... ends up R?
Disclaimer: Not mine ... I don't own them.
Summary: Lex helps Clark evolve
Warnings: If you don't like crossdressing, then skip on past this story

Thanks to Ash and Miche for the beta!

 

Previous Parts here

Clark woke, and did his normal morning routine, minus washing his hair. He wore one of his older, tighter red shirts, and added an old black denim jacket to it. He rushed into the bathroom and expertly did his eyeliner. He grabbed his backpack and rushed out of the house with barely a ‘goodbye’ to his parents.

 

“What is going on with him?” Jonathan asked looking at Martha.

 

“I think he is just trying to find out who he really is,” Martha said wisely.

 

“And he is a gay alien male who suddenly likes to wear eyeliner and straighten his hair?”

 

“Would you rather he was a gay alien male who was into drugs and alcohol?” Martha asked.

 

“No, but what are we going to do?” Jonathan asked. There was so much he didn’t know about Clark anymore. He wanted to be his father, but if Clark was going to keep things from him, then this would never work.

 

“Just wait. When he needs to, he will come to us,” Martha said, with a comforting hug. They stayed that way, sipping coffee, watching the fields.

 

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Clark arrived at Chloe’s in record time. She was waiting for him in her room, flatiron in hand. Clark sat down and let Chloe work on his hair. His gaze was trained on her in the mirror, watching, memorizing every move she made. He knew when she finished that he could recreate the look, no problem.

 

They went to school together, and Chloe mentally took note of everyone’s reaction. She watched as everyone’s eyes followed Clark wherever he went. As they made their way to Clark’s locker, Chloe saw some of the football team heading their way.

 

“Clark, hey what’s up?”

 

“Hi Ken,” Clark said slowly. No one on the football team ever spoke to him. He was the ‘town queer’ and the football team made it a point to avoid him.

 

“So, um, yeah,” Ken suddenly walked away without another word.

 

Clark looked over at Chloe. “What the hell was that?” Clark asked. Chloe just smiled. “Oh, that was a show of how much power you really have,” she said. They were about to continue their conversation when Jason Teague walked up.

 

“Clark,” Jason said.

 

“Coach Teague,” Clark replied. He leaned into his locker to get his books, and Chloe watched as Coach Teague’s gaze swept over Clark’s body. Chloe bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

 

“Um, yes, I know that I left some questions unanswered during our interview, and know that you need those answers. How about we meet today after practice in my office, and we can get those questions out of the way.” Jason subtly stepped closer Clark.

 

“Um, I am actually going over to Lex’s this afternoon, but how about tomorrow?” Clark asked. 

 

Chloe watched as Coach Teague’s face fell a little. “Um, sure, that’s fine. How about we meet tomorrow after school and I can answer any questions for you.” Clark nodded, and then left with Chloe for class.

 

School continued uneventfully for Clark. No one else approached him for reason other than to look at him. However, Clark did pay a little more attention, and found that there were quite a few girls, and guys, who would watch him as he walked past, looking with appreciative glances.

 

He was eager for the end of school. Lex had been busy in Metropolis for the past couple days, and was excited. Lex wasn’t picking him up that day; Clark was going to meet him at the Mansion. Enrique knew to let Clark in. Clark would normally do his homework till Lex got home at about 7:30. However, he changed his plans. Lex had not seen him with his straight hair, so Clark set about to surprise him.

 

He sped over to the Mansion, and Enrique let him in. He headed straight to the kitchen to talk with Mrs. Shaw, the cook. He wanted some chocolate chip cookies, strawberries, chocolate sauce, and milk delivered to the room at 7:00 sharp. Clark went up to the bedroom and sped through his homework. He stashed his backpack in the closet, and went to work. He asked the housekeeping staff to get him some white and purple candles, which he knew Lex had a ton of. He set them up strategically around the room, and then proceeded to the bed. He turned down the bed, making sure it looked perfect. 

 

He went back down to the kitchen to have some of Mrs. Shaw’s famous Chicken Peach Casserole. He sat in the kitchen and chatted with Mrs. Shaw and Enrique. Both of them had become very good friends and confidants. The fact that they let Clark in whenever he wanted was a show of how much they liked him. They sat around chatting, until Clark noticed that it was almost 6:30. Lex would be home in an hour, and Clark had a few more things left to do.

 

He went back up to the bedroom, went to the closet, pulled some items out of his backpack and made his way to the bathroom. He placed the four items on the counter, and looked at himself in the mirror as he decided what he wanted to do first. As he came to a decision, he plugged in the flatiron, and while it was warming up, he ran the brush through his hair, and got the snags out. The flatiron heated up quickly, and soon, Clark was getting any stray wave out of his hair until it looked like it had when Chloe did it. When that was done, and the flatiron unplugged, Clark regarded himself in the mirror. He picked the eyeliner up from the counter and applied a thick coat to his eyes, smudged it just a bit and took a moment to look at the effect. He smiled; so far, so good. He then picked up the last item. He regarded it warily. He had swiped it from Chloe’s room and was unsure about how Lex would react. But, he was going to take a chance. He uncapped the dark gloss, and began to apply the color to his lips. It was just a tad darker than his original lip color, and was just enough to bring attention to his lips without it looking like he was wearing lip gloss. 

 

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Clark rushed over to let the maid in with the food Mrs. Shaw had sent up. He directed the maid to place it on the dresser on the side of the room. He shooed the her out, and when he was sure she was gone, he lit the candles in the room with his heat vision. He had about 25 minutes until Lex got home, and if he knew Lex, it was actually about 10 minutes. Lex loved to be early. He quickly stripped, folded his clothes, put them in a far corner of the room, then set about arranging himself on the bed. He laid down so he was facing the bedroom door and arranged his hair so that it was spread out next to him on the pillow, quickly looked at the clock and saw that it was just about that time. He watched the door and waited. 

 

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Lex was tired. He had spent three days in Metropolis, without Clark. He’d had to deal with his father, and was not in a good mood. Enrique let him in, and directed him to his room, where Clark was waiting for him. He quickly ascended the stairs, hell bent on spending some quality time with his boyfriend and lover. He opened the door, and was met with the most beautiful sight ever.

 

There was his boyfriend and lover, naked and laying on his bed, hair strewn about. What amazed him was that there was no trace of curl. It lay perfectly straight across the pillows in a waterfall of hair. He stepped closer, and saw the heavy eyeliner, slightly smudged to bring attention to them. He looked down, and noticed that Clark’s lips were just a tad darker than normal, and a grin formed on his face. 

 

“Nice trip?” Clark asked from his place on the bed.

 

“Not remotely. But, my day is improving by the second.” Lex stooped down and removed his socks and shoes. He started to remove his coat, but rush of air, and Clark beside him made him stop. 

 

“Let me,” Clark said quietly. Lex stood still and let Clark undress him. His coat came off, and landed on the floor. Lex watched as Clark’s fingers worked the buttons on his shirt and it was added to the pile.  He held his breath as Clark kissed a trail from behind his right ear down to his bellybutton, paying special attention to each nipple and his fingers wasted no time ridding Lex of his belt and pants. Lex felt Clark’s hands grip his ass through his purple silk boxers and bit back a moan as he waited for Clark to relieve him of his boxers. His patience was rewarded, and soon Lex was as naked as Clark. 

 

Lex barely had time to breathe before he found himself face first against a wall, Clark pressed up against him. Lex loved when Clark was like this. Clark placed one hand against the wall, one hand on Lex’s ass, and his lips on the bump on the back of his head. Clark alternated between tongue and teeth, sucking and nibbling. Lex couldn’t fight back the moan that escaped his lips. Suddenly Lex felt a rush of air behind him, and felt something cold drip down his back. Then he felt Clark’s tongue snake around his back.

 

“Mmmm, you taste so good,” Clark murmured softly. Lex looked over his shoulder, and saw a bit of chocolate in the corner of his mouth. Lex smiled as Clark resumed his path down Lex’s back. As he licked, Lex suddenly felt two chocolate coated fingers in his ass. Lex moaned again, loudly. Three fingers, then four; suddenly, the fingers were gone, and Lex felt Clark enter him, and Lex was against the wall with the force of Clark’s thrusts. Lex felt Clark reach around with a chocolate coated hand, and wrap his hand around Lex’s cock. Clark’s hand moved in tandem with Clark’s thrusts. They both came together gloriously, and collapsed on the floor.

 

“That,” Lex said after five minutes of silence, “was fabulous. Wherever did you get the idea for the chocolate sauce?”

 

“Just an idea,” Clark said, and to Lex’s surprise, picked Lex up, and carried him into the bathroom. He sat Lex on the sink, and then ran bath water. When the tub was full, he placed Lex in, and then sat facing him. Clark dunked under, and then began washing the makeup off his face. Lex motioned for him to turn around, grabbed the shampoo, and began to work it into Clark’s hair.

 

“Mmmm, that is heavenly. I haven’t washed my hair since yesterday morning. It needed it.” Clark relaxed under Lex’s ministrations. When Lex finished, Clark dunked again, rinsing out the shampoo. They grabbed washcloths, soaped them up, and began washing each other. No words were said; they washed in loving silence. When they had finished, they stood, grabbed towels, and began drying each other off. Underwear was put on, and kisses were exchanged.

 

“I love you,” Lex said, looking at Clark. Clean faced, hair a mass of curls; his angel.

 

“I love you too,” Clark replied, and softly placed a kiss on Lex’s nose. Clark rushed them to the bed, where they went under the covers, and ate chocolate chip cookies and strawberries, and drank milk. Lex put his head on Clark’s chest, and Clark ran his fingers over Lex’s head till Lex started to drift. 

 

“It’s almost time for me to go home. I have an interview with Coach Teague tomorrow after school. The parents want to have a family dinner, but I’ll try to catch you between the two, okay?” Clark said. 

 

“Mmmm, okay,” Lex murmured. He was fast drifting into a deep sleep; the past couple of days finally catching up with him. Clark placed a kiss on Lex’s forehead, and let himself out.