Lex answered the door after a few long minutes, during which Clark nearly chickened out several times. He lounged against the wall, nearly casual in his bare feet, black slacks and soft grey pullover. "Well, this is new. Have you been listening to the cultural myths?"

Clark felt a laugh bubble up, startling him. "What?"

"You know, gay men being more polite?"

"No, I just... it seemed appropriate." Lex turned to go inside, and Clark followed.

Inside, the mansion was dark, deserted. "Well, usually you just come up. I sent everyone away, figuring we could fend for ourselves. I thought you'd be more..." Lex trailed off as they arrived at the small lounge, motioning Clark to precede him.

"Yeah. Thanks, Lex, that's really thoughtful of you." Lex did a lot of thoughtful things for him, Clark reflected.

"Well, sort of. We'll have to scrounge dinner on our own, but the cook assured me there were things 'even a Luthor could manage'." He grinned.

Clark couldn't help but giggle. "I don't know. Do you even know how to use a microwave?"

"I'm rich, Clark, not stupid." Lex gave him an aggrieved look. He plopped gracefully down on one end of the leather sofa, chuckling as he assumed a casual pose of lounging rich-boy indolence. "How late can you stay, anyway?"

"I bargained my mom up to 1 am, since it's a Friday night." Clark tossed his backpack on the coffee table and took up the other end of the couch. He reached down to unlace his boots, stuffing his socks into them and setting them aside.

"Bargained? What did you have to give up for the privilege?" Lex retrieved a half-drunk glass of scotch from the coffee table and took a sip.

Clark straightened up and curled his feet underneath him, relaxing in the warm firelight. "Extra chores. She wants help with her flower garden."

"Well, I hope I can make it worthwhile." Cheshire-cat grin, and a subtle shift in posture put Lex in full flirt mode. He swirled the scotch idly, the tinkling ice a soft counterpoint to the crackle of the fire.

Clark shifted uncomfortably, realizing Lex knew exactly how that sounded. He felt a little lost, not sure of the implications of their usual game now that the admission was out there. Now that the prospects were real. Now that they'd both admitted the possibility aloud.

Lex caught his eye, gaze softening into quiet understanding for a quicksilver moment before the grin returned. "Any suggestions?" One eyebrow lifted, quirking mouth and a subtle shift of the hips for emphasis.

Clark grinned back. "Well, I don't know. Maybe we should start with..." Clark pretended to look thoughtful, one finger coyly resting between parted lips; he'd finally decided to simply relax and enjoy the extra dimension this added to their usual routine. "Dinner?"

Lex laughed. "Dinner it is, then. Come on, let's go play intrepid explorers and see what the kitchen can provide!"

As they headed out into the corridor, Clark decided to test out the 'ask me anything' theory. "So, is it considered polite to check out your friend's ass?"

Lex spluttered for a moment before replying, "Well... it depends on the friend's preferences, and of course style. I, for instance, am immensely flattered you find my ass worth checking out. With Pete, on the other hand, you might want to be a little more subtle."

Clark laughed. "You've never been exactly stealthy about checking out mine!"

"True. But, you never minded." Lex turned and gave him a demonstrative once-over.

Clark posed, allowing his eyes to leisurely roam over Lex. The close-fitting shirt showed his slim form and broad shoulders to their advantage. "True. Well, I guess the admiration's mutual."

Clark was certainly admiring the view. He became suddenly aware he was walking dangerously close to the line he'd drawn in his head, and practically hitting on Lex. "Um.. Would that make this a meeting of the mutual admiration society?" Not as clever as he might have liked, but Lex was chuckling and walking again, so it seemed to have done the trick.

"I thought it was supposed to be more of an educational seminar."

"Well, it's already starting to be a learning experience for me. I've learned you've got a really nice ass." Open mouth, insert...

"Why thank you, Clark. I'm so glad you enjoy it." Lex sauntered into the kitchen, flicking on the lights as he went. "Now, let's see if we can't find you something for you to sink your teeth into."

Clark laughed.

Ten minutes of rooting around in the fridge, plus a little judicious use of the microwave netted them a decent meal of casserole and sodas. There was even dessert, but they decided to save that for later. They made their way back to the lounge with the meal, and settled back in at opposite ends of the couch to eat.

After a few bites, Clark cleared his throat, nervous in the silence. "Um, Lex?"

"Yes, Clark?"

"Is... can I ask you stuff now?"

"Of course, Clark, whenever you feel comfortable. I meant what I said, I want to be here for you."

"I... Thank you, Lex. You have no idea how much that means to me." Enough that Clark was going to stick to his original intentions. Even if he wasn't afraid of hurting Lex physically, Clark would still be afraid of hurting their friendship.

"You are always welcome." Lex smiled at him, one of those new genuine smiles that reached his eyes and lit up his whole face. Clark smiled back, happier than ever that he'd decided to trust Lex in this. Realizing that, despite what his father thought, he could probably trust Lex with a lot more.

"Cool. I, um... I didn't have anything better to do this afternoon, so I kinda... made some notes." Clark could tell that Lex was very carefully not laughing. He grinned sheepishly and added, "Go ahead. Laugh."

Lex snickered a little, but managed to keep his face relatively straight. "No, no. It's a good idea, really, I'm actually kind of impressed. It's the sort of thing I would have done, if I'd had someone..." Lex let the sentence trail off, his guard down just enough to let a hint of wistfulness get through.

"Yeah." Clark let the silence rest for a minute, as he ate a few more bites of his dinner and found his notes.

"Ok... even with four hours to kill these are still a little... scattered. Um... What, er... I know there's a lot of safe sex issues, and..."

Lex spared him the agony. "Starting with the really important stuff. Ok. The life-or-death issue is AIDS. You, being presumably a virgin, are only at risk to receive and not give. Eventually you'll want to get tested regularly, at least every six months. I get tested every three, more often if I engage in any risky behavior." He gave Clark a searching look.

"Risky behaviour?" Clark prompted.

Lex started ticking points off on his fingers. "IV drugs. Unprotected anal sex, especially being on the bottom. Blood sports. Unprotected oral sex, to a much lesser extent."

"B-blood sports?"

Lex colored a little, but steeled himself to push forward. "Some people like blood, recreationally. Knives, needles, razors... I don't honestly think you'll come across any of this here in Smallville, but... I'm trying to be thorough here, you know?"

"I... thanks."

"A lot of gay men nowadays choose to forego condoms for oral sex. It's a risk they're willing to take in order to experience their partner up close and personal. Some men like the taste, the texture. Often they'll pull away at the last minute, avoiding contact with the bigger risk of swallowing, um, come."

"Does... does it taste bad?"

"You've never tasted your own?" Lex looked... surprised, and vaguely uncomfortable.

"Well, yeah, but..." Clark gave him a pleading look, glad of the plate in his lap.

Lex grinned at him, but relented easily. "It does vary from guy to guy, and it's considered something of an acquired taste."

"Do you like it?" Oops. That was getting very close to the 'no' list.

Lex laughed, and blushed. "Yeah, I do."

"How do you decide how safe to be?" Clark was genuinely curious now.

"It usually depends on how well I know the person. Some guy I met at a club, it's latex all the way, including gloves for some things, like preparing them for anal play. I usually use a dental dam or saran wrap for any rimming unless it's someone I know very well. I never have unprotected anal sex, unless I know for a fact that my partner is clean."

"Rimming?"

The blush was coloring the tips of Lex's ears, lending color to his pale scalp. "Oral/anal sex."

"Like licking someone's asshole? Isn't that... dirty?"

Lex laughed again, a friendly laugh that brought Clark into the joke. "Well, it's certainly considered a bit perverse in some circles, but not really. Most people are actually very clean, and you can always take a shower beforehand."

"Is it... does it feel good?"

Two high spots of color were giving Lex a feverish appearance as he looked away. "Yeah."

Silence descended for a few minutes, until Lex cleared his throat and continued. "Anyway. Safety. You can get a urinary tract infection from penetrating someone anally without protection if you don't make sure to clean up afterwards. You can catch other diseases, too, if you're not careful. Really, the best thing to do, and what I do now that I'm older and wiser, is choose your partners carefully."

Clark knew who his choice would be, and wondered for a moment if Lex would consider it a wise one. "How... how do you meet guys?"

"The same way you meet anyone, usually. When I was your age, I spent a lot of time using my name and a fake ID to get into clubs and pick up men. A lot of bad things... Well, let's just say my history is a really great list of what not to do."

Lex had gone pale again, clouded grey eyes avoiding Clark's concerned gaze. Clark set his food aside and sat forward, aching to reach out. "Are... of course you're ok, you're here, but... You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Lex's face softened as he looked up, finally meeting Clark's eyes. "Yeah, I know. Not... not right now, but someday. Probably some day soon, for both our sakes."

Clark scooted closer to Lex, reaching out to lay a comforting hand on his friend's knee. "Thanks."

Lex laid a hand over Clark's and squeezed briefly before lounging back to eat a few more bites of food, washing them down with soda and setting the plate aside. "As for meeting gay men in Smallville? Your guess is as good as mine. As far as I can tell, we're it."

Clark gave him the most melodramatic flirting expression he could muster. "Well, then, I guess I'll just have to rely on you for my *entire* sexual education, dahling!"

They both laughed, and relaxed into the couch, drinking their sodas in silence. After a few minutes Clark grabbed his discarded notes and Lex moved over next to him, leaning close to read. "Hmmm.. Well, I think we covered a lot of this. Do you want to keep talking about the social aspects, or just dive straight into mechanics?"

"M-mechanics?" Lex's proximity was starting to really unnerve Clark, and he was once again given reason to thank the gods for providing him with something to conveniently cover his lap.

Lex reached in and pointed at a series of questions. "The whys and hows of gay sex, I guess you'd call it. I can give you a basic explanation so you don't feel totally at a loss the first time you're with someone."

"Really?" Those had been on his 'want to know' list, and a few of them had made it to the 'don't ask' list. He surreptitiously held the edge of the notebook down with a thumb so Lex couldn't get curious and turn the page.

"Sure. Why don't we start with kissing and go from there?"

Kissing. Lex. God, he was having a hard time keeping his brain in gear. Clark turned his head to look at Lex, and found himself nose-to-nose. "K-kissing? Isn't it just like kissing a girl?"

Lex held his ground for a heartbeat before retreating back to his corner of the couch to sprawl nonchalantly. "Pretty much. You just have to watch more for stubble, although I've been told I'm extra sensitive since I don't get any myself."

Clark shot him a confused look.

Lex looked puzzled for a moment, then chuckled. "Stubble, Clark. I don't grow much hair anywhere, and none on my head except the eyelashes and eyebrows."

"Oh." Clark knew he was blushing now, and he turned his attention back to his list. "Well, um... what happens after that?"

"Well, just like with girls, there's no set script. A lot of gay men nowadays don't even have penetrative sex. There's hand jobs, and... How can I explain this..." Lex trailed off, looking thoughtful, a touch of color coming back high on his cheekbones.

"Graphically?" Clark grinned. Lex shifted his hips a little and Clark's gaze was drawn down to glance at the bulge barely hidden by well-tailored black slacks. It seemed he wasn't the only one to find their conversation... stimulating. "It's not like I've got a lot of experience with girls, either, you know."

Lex cleared his throat. "I sort of had a feeling you weren't exactly Don Juan. Exactly how much experience DO you have?"

"A very limited amount of kissing, which includes experimenting with Chloe when we were eight, kissing Tina Greer in the barn once, and a weird spin-the-bottle thing at a party last year. And Chloe again when she was under the influence of Kyle's weird mind-thing."

"Tina Greer? The girl that tried to kill Lana in the graveyard?"

"Yep. It's... a long story."

"I'll bet. Remind me to drag it out of you sometime when we're not discussing the joys of gay sex." Lex was giving him a speculative look. "I know you said you were, but... are you really sure about this? I mean, that's not a particularly wide or stimulating range of experience on which to base your sexual orientation."

"Lex, would I be sitting here discussing the joys of gay sex with my best friend if it wasn't vitally important to my future ability to get laid? Trust me. I dream about men. Men make me hot. Women do nothing for me, and it's not just the bad experiences talking. I. Want. Cock. Ok?"

Clark had let the notebook slide off his lap, leaning forward intently with one hand on Lex's knee. He pulled back sheepishly and bent to retrieve the notebook, hoping his friend hadn't noticed the pause, hadn't filled in the silent 'your' that had been before 'cock' in Clark's head. Hoping Lex hadn't noticed the way Clark's own cock had twitched in his pants at the all-too-brief physical contact.

Lex held his hands up in surrender. "Ok, ok. I get the point, I just... I want you to be sure. Gay isn't an easy thing to be these days, especially in a place like Smallville."

"I know, Lex. And trust me, I'm sure. If it's any consolation for you, this whole thing tonight is helping me immensely, even if I'm constantly on the edge of dying from embarrassment."

Lex laughed, and leaned forward to give Clark a friendly slap on the shoulder. "I assure you, my friend, you are not alone. In your gayness, or your embarrassment."

Clark laughed with him, reaching up to give the hand a friendly squeeze before leaning back, notebook once again firmly covering his lap. Lex's touch was starting to arouse more than friendly camaraderie in him. "That's good. So, you were about to make with the graphic detail?"

"Right. Graphic detail. Ok." Lex leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose, and then got up. "I think I'm going to need something a little stronger than coke for this."

"Chicken."

"Want one?" Lex was at the bar, pouring himself a generous measure of scotch on the rocks. He held up the bottle invitingly.

"No thanks. That stuff tastes awful, and my mom would kill me if I came home with liquor on my breath.

He picked up his soda and toasted Lex with it before taking a long gulp.

Lex snickered, setting the bottle down. "Better than coming home with dick on your breath."

Clark snorted soda through his nose. After they cleaned up the truly spectacular mess, Clark felt he'd manage to go through several more minutes of even the sexiest conversation before he needed his notes for cover again, so he laid them out on the table to dry, silently thanking god for waterproof ink.

"Where were we?" asked Lex as he went back to lounging indolently, this time appropriately accessorized with the crystal tumbler of fine scotch. "Ah, yes. Graphic detail."

Clark gave Lex an innocently expectant look, and waited for him to continue. This should be good, if it took alcohol.

"I believe we were discussing outercourse."

"Outercourse?" Clark looked confused. "I thought you were talking about hand jobs."

Lex chuckled. "Sorry, yes. Outercourse is the opposite of intercourse. It's sex without penetration, thus the lowest risk form of sex. Aside, of course, from masturbation."

Clark blushed, but decided to take the bait. "Well, I guess I've had more practice at safe sex than I thought."

Lex laughed. "Don't worry, Clark, you're not alone. I don't exactly get a lot of action these days, either."

Clark attempted to banish the image of Lex sprawled right there on the couch, one hand holding his scotch while the other held his cock, stroking and caressing it. Head thrown back, eyes closed, legs spread just that little extra bit. He got the feeling Lex didn't make a lot of noise; just helpless panting and Clark suddenly realized his estimate of probable downtime hadn't included his own brain working against him.

He reached for his notes. He had a feeling Lex knew exactly why he was getting them, but thankfully his friend was too polite to mention it. So far, anyway.

"When you're with a partner and you want to have non-penetrative sex, you can do a number of things that involve thrusting against a willing partner. You can face each other and grind, slide between another person's thighs or ass..."

Clark tried really, really hard to not imagine Lex demonstrating these suggestions to him in a much more naked and personal way, and failed just spectacularly. His cock was harder than he could ever remember it being, and his face and lips were suffused with heat. He couldn't meet Lex's eyes, preferring to stare unseeingly at the page before him and try to control his breathing, which kept trying to devolve into harsh panting.

"Clark, are you ok?"

Clark started. "What? Oh. Um, yeah. It's just..." Clark blushed even brighter, avoiding Lex's concerned gaze. "It's really hot. You, talking about... Y'know. Sex."

Lex leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, rolling the tumbler between his hands. "I... I don't know of any other way to answer your questions, Clark, but we can stop if this is making you uncomfortable."

Clark closed his eyes, feeling his stomach drop. "N-no. I can... I can contain myself. I'm sorry, it's... y'know, teenage hormones and all..." His voice got softer and softer until it just petered out, apologies dying on his lips unsaid. He couldn't believe he'd so vastly misinterpreted his friend's kindness. God, he felt like such an idiot. At least his erection had finally subsided to a point from which he was pretty sure there was no return.

Lex's weight next to him shifted, and he felt an arm around his shoulders. "Clark, it's ok. I... Look, I know how you feel. There's a reason I needed a drink to even start down this road, but I want you to know I'd never... you're safe here, and I want you to feel comfortable. I need for you to be able to come to me; it's the only thing you'll allow me to give you. Please, Clark."

Clark looked up, shifting away so just Lex's hand rested on his shoulder, then turning to look at Lex's face. "You... you're not offended?"

"God, Clark, of course not! How could I ever be offended that... I mean, I am immensely flattered that anything I do can make you hot." Lex squeezed his shoulder.

Clark covered Lex's hand with one of his. "Really?"

"Yeah. Really. Clark, you're a beautiful boy, and you're making me feel like a dirty old man, here. All I'm trying to do is help."

"God, Lex, you *are* helping. I just... as long as it's ok with you that I might get a little... overexcited... then I'd like to. Y'know. Keep talking."

Lex snorted, ironic half-smile playing on his lips. "I could say the same to you. Just... promise me you'll tell me if you need a breather, ok?"

Clark smiled. And breathed. Ok, he could handle this. Really. "Promise. You, too?"

Lex smiled back, quiet sincerity shining in his eyes. "Yeah. I promise."

Clark looked back down at his notes. "Ok, um. So, we've covered the safest sex, and the next-to-safest. What comes next?"

Lex grinned. "Blowjobs, of course."

Clark felt his heartbeat picking up again, and returned the grin, albeit a bit wanly. "Of course."

"I'm assuming you have an idea of the basics there: open mouth, insert cock." The description startled a laugh out of Clark.

"Yeah, I've got that. But... how do you get the whole thing in your mouth?" Clark tried to look as genuinely curious as possible, knowing all the while that his face would give away any ulterior motives he had. Like wanting to hear his friend try and explain the mechanics of deep-throating someone.

Lex raised an eyebrow, and his glass. He took a swallow before answering, "I'm not sure I could... explain... that particular technique, Clark. And I somehow doubt either of us would survive the experience of a... demonstration. Even if I could find something to demonstrate *with*."

"Aww. You're not even going to give me some pointers?" Clark gave him a wide-eyed look of disappointment.

Lex chuckled. "Well. Pointers I can do." He set down his drink and started ticking points off on his fingers. "No teeth, unless you know for sure they like that sort of thing, and even then you have to be really careful. Use your tongue. The difference between a good blowjob and a great one can often be distilled down to how well they use their tongue. You have a cock, you know what feels good to you, use that knowledge wisely."

Clark was mightily resisting taking more notes. This was actually very useful information. Lex looked up from his hands and asked, "You with me so far?"

"Teeth bad. Tongue good. Do unto others. Got it."

Lex laughed. "Yep, a perfect application for the teachings of Christ. Other than that, enthusiasm is the key. Well, that and learning how to swallow with your mouth full."

Clark giggled. Lex retrieved his drink and took a long swallow. Clark consulted his notes, and got an evil idea. "Ok. Well, tell me more about this rimming thing." He gave Lex a sly sideways glance. Just as he suspected -- Lex was blushing again!

Lex took another deep swig of his drink, finishing it off and looking longingly towards the bar for a moment before meeting Clark's gaze. "Well, um. There's sort of... two levels. One is just sort of an obvious extension of the licking that goes on down there in general. You, um, follow the line of the cock down, past the balls and over the perineum..."

"Perineum?" Clark interrupted.

Lex breathed deeply before replying, "That sensitive patch of skin between your balls and your ass. You can also do external prostate massage by pressing upwards in that general area, but you have to experiment to find the exact spot and pressure for each person. Anyway, you lick down that way and you sort of naturally end up licking there, too, because it's very sensitive, and, um... yeah."

"What does it taste like?"

"Mostly skin, and sweat. It's kind of hard to describe..." Was Lex actually squirming? Clark was definitely enjoying turning the tables on his normally composed friend.

"Um, ok. What's the other level?"

Lex's blush deepened. "Tonguefucking."

"Tonguefucking? Like, fucking someone with your tongue?"

"Ah... yeah. That's pretty much the idea, and I think that's about all the detail I'm comfortable with right now on that one." Lex was shifting nervously, and once again eyeing the bar. Clark tried his best not to look down, not to see if Lex was, in fact, as hard as he sounded. The cut of his slacks hid a lot, but... Clark's eyes flickered down long enough to see Lex's erection pushing up against the dark fabric. When he looked back up, Lex was regarding him intently.

"Do you, um... Can I get you another drink?" Clark offered. He figured it was the safest offer he could make out of the list swarming to get past his lips. Rimming might have sounded a little gross at first, but anything that could get Lex this hot was worth trying. He wondered... But no, that was way over the line and deep into 'don't ask' territory.

"That would be wonderful, Clark. Thank you." Lex looked sincerely grateful for the innocent excuse to stop talking and pointedly not get up.

"No problem." He grabbed the glass, and made a motion about a third of the way up. "To here, right? Does it need fresh ice?"

"The ice is fine, but you'd better make it a double this time." He leaned forward and grabbed both of Clark's hands, moving so the imaginary level was just over half full. Clark wondered how he was going to manage to stand up himself, after feeling the heat from Lex's fingers burning into his. It seemed that he could, in fact, return from the point of total humiliation.

Lex leaned back, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose again. Clark took that unexpected opportunity to get up and walk over to the bar, waiting until he had his back to Lex and his hard-on adjusted before asking, "Does your head hurt?"

"A little. I had a long day, and despite the pitfalls your company has really been the only good thing in it."

Clark poured, sloshing a little over the desired level but figuring a little more wouldn't hurt. "Do you need an aspirin or something?"

"Hmm. No, I think I'd be better off without. Although, if you could bring me a bottle of water to go with the scotch it'll help stave off tomorrow's headache."

"Alright." Clark grabbed a Ty Nant from the familiar stash and came back. As Lex drank deeply, Clark noted -- and not for the first time -- just how sexy his friend's lips looked when wrapped around the long neck of the bottle.

"Um. What's next?" Clark asked. His notes were a little confused past this point; although he basically knew what went where, he also knew it wasn't that simple.

"Well, anal sex is about the only thing we haven't covered in the mechanics department. After that, we'll be stuck talking about societal prejudices and coming out to your friends." Lex was back in his pose of indolent luxury, swirling his drink and smiling indulgently.

"I can handle that. We can talk about the boring social stuff over dessert. For now, I get to sit here and learn all about fucking people from a master." Clark waggled his eyebrows comically, and Lex chuckled obligingly.

"I don't think *that's* the kind of fucking you mean, Clark. There's also kink, but... I think we'd best save that for another day." Lex took a swig of his drink, and then rested the rim of the glass against his lips thoughtfully. "Well, I guess the most basic thing to remember about anal sex is lubrication."

"Because your body doesn't make any there, right?"

"Right. For safe sex, you need water-based lube. Oil often works better, but at the same time it will compromise the integrity of latex. Lots of lube is always the safest way to go, although eventually you'll figure out the right amount for you. I, for instance, am very sensitive but..." Lex blushed again, and had to clear his throat a couple of times before continuing, "but, I'm a 'natural bottom', so I don't require nearly as much as you'll need your first time."

Clark was blushing now. "Do you, um... Ok, you can really not answer this if you don't want to, but... which do you like better?"

"I'm a big fan of both, to tell you the truth. It really depends on my mood and my partner. As I'm sure you can guess, being the one in control has a certain appeal to me."

Clark snorted, and Lex mock-glared at him. "Yes, well. But, sometimes it can be very intense to let the control go. Or to assert the control when in a position that's generally considered to be weaker, in some cases."

Clark filed that away for future reference. If he ever got to make use of it, which at this point he was still doubting. Although blushing Lex was a fun thing to see, Clark really didn't think it meant what he hoped it might mean. "Oh. Um, ok... after the lube?"

"Heh. Yeah. Stretching. Start with one finger and add more. This is something you can, um, do yourself. In the shower, for instance. Mild soap or bath oil make good lube for, um... yeah." Lex left the rest unsaid, while Clark closed his eyes and just spent a moment trying to control his breathing and libido. The images of a naked Lex on his knees in the shower, two fingers in his ass while the other hand stroked... Well, they weren't helping the control thing any, but they were certainly entertaining.

Clark heard the ice clinking as Lex drank, and then drank again. A few minutes passed, and another drink, before Lex said, "So. Yes. Stretching. At least two fingers, probably th-three, and make sure you lube your cock as well as your partner's ass. Make the initial thrust slowly unless you know the guy can take it, and um... just go with what's natural after that."

"Yeah. Ok." Clark forced his eyes to focus on his notes. Ok, they'd covered that, and that, and... "Lex, what's a prostate?"

Lex laughed. "It's a small gland inside your body, one that's very pleasurable when stimulated. You can do external massage through the perineum, as I mentioned earlier, or internal. You find it by crooking your finger towards the front of your body." He was making unconscious hand motions, two fingers thrusting forward and then curling upwards. Clark was finding that just about the hottest thing he'd seen all evening, and that was saying quite a lot.

Lex seemed to suddenly realize what he was doing, and he shook his head and sat back. "Sorry, got a little... anyway, um. It feels kind of like the tip of your nose." Lex touched his own nose, smirking as if to acknowledge his earlier demonstration.

"And it's supposed to feel really good, right?"

"Right. And that, I think, concludes Gay Sex Ed 101 for the evening." Lex finished off his drink and stood a little unsteadily, blithely ignoring his now-obvious erection.

"I'm ok with that." Clark blinked. Lex was swaying towards him, eyes slightly unfocused. "Um... dessert?"

"Yeah. Dessert. I could use a little more food in me to soak up the alcohol, I think. I'm feeling a little..." Lex's cock was eye-level, and weaving tantalizing just a few feet from Clark's face.

"Yeah, I'd noticed. Do you want me to run down and get it?"

Lex sat back down with a thump, and Clark was both disappointed and relieved to no longer be holding a conversation with his crotch. "Yeah. That would be... thanks."

"It's the least I can do. After all, you're providing me with a veritable treasure-trove of information, here!"

Lex was still laughing when he left, taking their plates with him.

continued in Out, Chapter 3: Collide