Fic: Against All Odds (5/8)
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fandomcornerTitle: Against All Odds
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hils and lexalicious70
Paring: Clark/Lex with hints of Clark/Rod and Clark/Rod/Lex
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Highway to Hell and So Long Sylvia. In the aftermath of the alien encounter Lex receives some startling news
WARNING: MPREG!
Previous parts here
Two months later
"Hey, Lex, I'm home!" Clark paused, waiting for the usual reply. Nothing. His heart started pounding in his chest. Even though Lionel had made no attempt to find Lex here, Clark always worried that he was going to come home one day and Lex would be gone. "Lex? Are you home?" He dashed into the small living room and relaxed when he spotted him. "Having fun?"
Lex glanced up from where he sat on the floor, his legs spread, his arms stretched out in front of him. "Hey, Clark." He bent double as far as he could and then brought his arms over his head with a deep breath, which he released slowly.
Clark dropped his bag on the floor and lay down beside Lex, rubbing his hand over Lex's swollen stomach. "How are the two of you doing today?"
"We're fine," Lex smiled. "I've been reading up on what's called pregnancy yoga, and I thought I'd give it a try." Lex reached over and handed Clark a baby magazine. "Rod brought it for me."
Clark smiled and flicked through the magazine while Lex continued his exercises. Every day he was amazed at how thoughtful and considerate Rod had been since they moved in. He made sure to give them their space but was always dropping off little presents like this and checking on Lex when Clark was at school. They'd made a good choice asking him to help them.
Lex bent to the side and took another deep breath when suddenly he gasped loudly and put both hands quickly to his belly.
"What?" Clark asked, eyes wide with fear. "What is it? Do you need me to call Doctor Alan?"
"No! No, I'm all right, I just . . . " Lex gazed up at him. "I felt something." Lex took Clark's right hand and placed it back on his belly.
Clark waited and then he felt it. "He kicked!"
"You felt it too?" A wide grin crossed Lex's face as the next kick impacted against both his and Clark's hands as they lay intertwined on Lex's belly. "My God," Lex laughed. "He's moving . . . do you feel it, Clark?"
"Yeah," Clark whispered, eyes wide with awe at the life moving beneath his hands. "I feel it."
Lex looked up at him. "Our baby," He said softly, his blue-grey eyes warming.
"Yeah," Clark repeated softly. "We're really having a baby, Lex."
"We really are," Lex said, his voice trembling, and he swallowed hard as the reality of it hit home.
Clark leaned forward so that his breath warmed Lex's stomach. "Hi little guy."
"Ah!" Lex laughed as the baby gave a strong kick at Clark's voice.
Clark grinned and carried on talking. "I'm your daddy...well, one of them." His face sobered. "Things might be hard for you when you get here, but just know that you're loved, and that won't change no matter what."
There was another flutter, and Lex smiled. "I think he knows you, Clark."
Clark smiled and pressed a kiss to Lex's stomach. "I love you."
Lex reached out and stroked Clark's hair.
Clark let out a contented murmur and moved back up to rest his head on Lex's shoulder. "I love you too."
Lex slipped an arm around Clark, and then glanced up as there was a knock on the door.
"Hey guys," Rod called as he wandered into the living room. "Whoa, not interrupting anything am I?"
Lex grinned up at him. "What do you think you'd be interrupting, Rod?"
Rod returned the grin. "I don't know what you guys get up to in here. Maybe you decided the floor was easier to get to than the bed."
Lex chuckled as he watched Clark's ears redden. "Actually, that's a good point. I'll have to remember that for next time."
Clark kissed Lex before climbing to his feet. "I should do my homework."
Lex looked up at him. "Algebra or world history?"
"Neither," Clark groaned. "English."
Lex struggled to his feet and then nodded his thanks to Rod as he gave him a boost. "Need a hand?"
"You'll know when you hear me screaming," Clark grinned.
"You guys hungry? I brought some pizza." Rod said as he unbuckled his gun belt.
"Pizza!" Clark said eagerly, earning him a stern glare from Lex. "What?"
"Homework first. Then you can eat."
"Oh ho, blackmail!" Rod laughed as he slung his gun belt over one shoulder and undid the first three buttons of his policeman's uniform.
Clark pouted. "Just one slice? I need energy to feed my brain."
Lex could never resist Clark's pout. "All right. But just one! And you-" He pointed at Rod, "no tempting him with one of those cheesy cop movies!"
Rod raised his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok, you got it." He leaned over to Clark and whispered in his ear. "He seems cranky all of a sudden. Is this a pregnancy thing?"
"Maybe," Clark nodded as he watched Lex stalk off toward Rod's house, his gait starting to develop a distinct waddle. "But he's gotten so much bigger lately, it must be hard on him."
"Yeah," Rod said with a nod. "Must suck. Ok, I'll save you some pizza and maybe when you get finished we can all watch a movie together."
Clark gathered up his homework and followed Rod outside. "Sounds good, although I don't know how we'll get Lex to watch Lethal Weapon again." He grinned at the older man. He'd grown pretty fond of Rod over the past few months, and he often wondered why a seemingly decent guy like him didn't have a girlfriend.
As Clark settled himself in the kitchen and worked on his paper, Rod joined Lex in the living room and cautiously attempted to start a conversation. "So...uh...anything good on the news?"
"Just the usual. Overpopulation, famine, crime, and political corruption." Lex sat on the couch, his feet tucked up under his thighs, one hand resting on his big belly, the other holding the remote.
"Right," He offered the pizza box to Lex. "Want some? I promised Clark we'd save him some though."
Lex shook his head. "Thank you Rod, but no. My stomach is a bit unsettled this evening."
"You want me to get you something else?" Rod asked. Making conversation was never something he was good at, but helping people was something he could do.
"Perhaps a bit later." Lex closed his eyes briefly. His energy levels certainly weren't what they'd once been, and his back ached horribly from carrying the extra weight.
"Hey, do you want to lie down for a bit?" Rod stood up so that Lex had the couch to himself. "I need to clean my gun anyway."
Lex stretched out without hesitation and settled his head on a throw pillow. He sighed in relief and looked up at Rod. "So . . . nab any bad guys today, Officer Hardwick?" His tone was mildly teasing and almost affectionate.
Rod snorted. "The highlight of my day was climbing up a tree to rescue an old lady's cat. The cat peed on me."
"That wasn't very grateful of it," Lex chuckled.
"I think maybe it was happy in the tree," Rod said ruefully.
"Sounds like it." Lex stifled a groan and shifted uncomfortably as muscles in his back cramped. He loved Clark more than anything in the world and would have lived with him in a straw hut if necessary, but one thing he did miss about living at the mansion was his masseuse.
"You ok, man?" Rod asked with a frown.
"I suppose my back isn't used to the extra weight . . .” Lex shifted again. "Do you by chance have a heating pad?"
"No, but I can head out and get one for you," he was halfway to the door before he'd even finished speaking. "Is there anything else you need?"
Lex chuckled softly. "Yes. A good back rub."
Rod nodded. "CLARK!!" When Clark burst into the room with wide eyes, Rod gestured at Lex. "Your man needs you. I'll see you guys when I get back from the store."
"Sure," Lex replied mildly, the corner of his mouth curving into a sly smile as he watched Rod make a hasty exit.
"What's wrong, Lex?" Clark asked with concern as he watched Rod leave. "Are you ok?"
"I just need a good firm back rub. I hinted that fact to Rod, and he ran off." Lex smiled again. "Which confirms my suspicions."
Clark frowned. "What suspicions? And you need to roll over if you want me to rub your back."
Lex rolled to one side and squirmed out of his shirt. "I suppose you've noticed that Rod spends a great deal of time either cleaning his gun, or watching cop movies in his bedroom. In other words, he doesn't date much."
Clark began to gently knead the muscles in Lex's shoulders. "Yeah? So?"
"And when I hinted to him that I'd like a back rub, he called for you and ran off like a scalded cat." Lex looked up at his lover. "I believe Rod is gay, Clark."
"What?" Clark exclaimed, his surprise causing him to grip Lex a little too vigorously. "Shit! Sorry. Lex, Rod's not gay. He just doesn't get out much. Mostly because he's busy taking care of us."
Lex flinched. "It's all right . . . and he doesn't get out much because he's unsure of himself. And yes, he's taken very good care of us, for which I'm grateful. I think he's a good man, overall--but I also think one of the reasons he was so eager to help us is because he senses in us a kind of kindred spirit. He's trying to learn from us, Clark."
Clark frowned. "You think? Really? That's...kind of sweet."
Lex nods. "It is. And it's up to us to help him the same way he's helping us."
Clark thought as he continued to rub Lex's back. "You mean I should take him to a gay club or something?"
"That would certainly be jumping in with both feet, love," Lex sighed in purring contentment. "God, you have wonderful hands. But what I mean is that perhaps we can begin by broaching the subject . . . I’m sure he wants to talk about with someone who understands."
"Maybe you should do that," Clark suggested. "You're better with words than me. Does that feel better?"
"It's wonderful," Lex sighed. "A bit lower now."
Clark moved his hands to the base of Lex's spine and began to rub. He remembered how scared he'd been to do this the first time Lex asked, terrified that he'd wind up breaking Lex's back. These days he found it soothing, like petting a beloved family cat or a dog, but of course he'd never tell Lex that. "How's this?"
"Mmmm." Lex's eyes closed halfway and gleamed up at him through gingerly eyelashes. "Lower."
Clark grinned as he realised what it was Lex wanted and slid his hands lower so that he was caressing the cheeks of Lex's ass. "Better?"
"Mmm. Almost . . . " Lex turned smoothly until he was laying on his back again, and Clark's hands were resting directly on his cock, which was already twitching to life. He grinned up at his lover. "Perfect."
Clark grinned back down at him and cupped him through the thin fabric of his pants. "I can feel a lot of tension here, Lex."
"Ah!" Lex's hips arched up into Clark's hand. "Yeah . . . I think it needs a good massaging as well . . .
Deliberately, slowly, Clark pulled down Lex's fly and freed him from the constraints of his boxers. "Hmm...this is going to need a lot of work," he declared as he started to stroke him.
Lex moaned as the muscles in his groin and belly tightened. He became aroused much more easily these days, and his orgasms were more intense and prolonged than before he'd become pregnant. The logical part of his mind knew this was because of increased blood flow to the genital tissue and because of increased hormone production, but logic was quickly becoming irrelevant as Clark's talented hand stroked him. "Ohhhh. God, Clark . . . "
"Do you like that, Lex?" Clark asked, dipping his head and suckling the tip of Lex's cock.
Lex hissed through his teeth at the sensation and felt himself pulse and leak against Clark's tongue, which only made him more aroused. He growled low in his throat and plunged his hands into Clark's thick curls.
Encouraged by the noises Lex was making Clark took the whole length into his mouth, sucking, licking and teasing. He began to hum gently, letting the vibrations run through Lex.
Lex moaned softly and petted Clark's hair, letting it slide through his fingers like silk. "So good, Clark . . . so good, baby . . . ahh, yeah . . . " his hips began to rock.
Clark bobbed his head, increasing the pressure of his lips around Lex.
Lex moaned and his belly tightened visibly. "Clark . . . Clark . . . yes, just like that . . . yes, Clark!" Lex's eyes squeezed shut and his hips arched up hard as he came hard, his hands tightening in Clark's hair.
Clark swallowed and withdrew, smiling when he saw the content smile on Lex's face. "Feeling better?"
"Much . . . better, yes." Lex smiled.
Clark smiled and kissed him. "Good."
Lex lay quiet until the aftershocks in his cock and belly trembled to a halt, and then he smiled up at Clark languidly. "And what can I do in return, Mr. Kent?"
"You don't have to do anything for me," Clark said with a small smile. "Just being here and keeping our baby safe and warm is enough."
"Hmm." Lex sighed and closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Clark's waist. "Shame there's not enough room on this couch for both of us. We could take a nice long nap together.”
"We can," Clark said. "Just hold on for a second." He carefully lifted Lex up, lay down on the couch and settled Lex down on top of him. "There."
Lex grinned widely, a smile that was just for Clark, and nestled up against him. "You sure you're comfortable?"
"Mmm hmm. Are you?" Clark loved having Lex close like this, especially when it was just the two of them. He felt warm and loved.
"Very much, Clark," Lex mumbled, his whole body feeling warm and languid, as it always did after intimacy with Clark. He yawned and rested his cheek on Clark's broad chest.
Clark stroked his hand over Lex's head, loving the feel of his smooth scalp under his fingers. "Sleep, Lex."
"Don't forget what I said about Rod," Lex sighed at the touch that, for him, was more intimate than any other. "He wants to talk about it, just doesn't know how."
"I'm not sure I know how either," Clark murmured. "Maybe we should talk to him together."
"If you think it's best, love," Lex sighed, and dropped into a deep, endorphin-fuelled sleep.
Clark pressed a soft kiss to the top of Lex's head, allowing himself to breath in time with Lex. Even though he wasn't really tired he was so relaxed he felt himself starting to drift off.
The door slammed sometime later, and Rod's voice called out. "Hey guys, I'm back! I got the heating pad!"
Lex jerked awake with a cry. "Dad, no!" His heart was pounding, the breath trapped in his body and he sat there trembling for a moment until he realised it was Rod, not his father.
Rod heard the cry and crouched over Lex. He hesitated, and then put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey . . . easy, Lex. It's Rod. You're safe, pal."
Lex closed his eyes and allowed himself to breathe. "Rod, hi. Sorry about that. Bad dream." He felt Clark stir underneath him.
"Lex, are you ok?"
"I'm fine, Clark. Just a bad dream." Lex struggled into a sitting position and slid regretfully from Clark's solid, warm form. Rod watched, and Lex didn't miss the brief but longing look in the man's blue eyes.
"You need to finish your homework," Lex reminded Clark as he took the heating pad from Rod with a grateful smile. "Rod and I will fix dinner."
"I can get it, Lex. You need to relax." Rod glanced up at the clock. "Shit! Cops started ten minutes ago!" He bustled into the kitchen, and a moment later the small television in the dining room turned on.
"So much for talking to him," Clark said as he settled down to carry on writing.
Lex smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his lover's head. "After dinner. We'll both sit down with him, all right?"
"Ok, but only if you do the talking. I don't even know how to start this conversation."
Lex nodded and went into the kitchen, where Rod was frying up some chicken. "Smells good, Rod."
"Yeah, I don't know about you but I'm starving," Rod had one eye on the food and the other on the TV. "Oh my God, what a dumbass!"
Lex glanced over at the tv. "Don't you mean alleged dumbass? Aren't all suspects innocent until proven guilty in a court of law, as the gravelly-voiced announcer says at the start of the show?" Lex teased, and then furrowed his brow at the chicken. "Did we finish the pizza already?"
Rod paused, glanced at the pizza box which was sitting on the counter and then back at the chicken that he was frying. "Uh...shit. I forgot about the pizza."
"You do seem a bit distracted. You sure you're all right?"
"Yeah, I'm good," Rod replied hastily. "I'm sure Clark can manage the pizza as well as the chicken. I don't know how he keeps that figure with all the food he shoves down his throat."
"He's got a rapid metabolism. As do I . . . usually." He smiled and stroked his belly. "Of course, there are benefits to my condition, as I've discovered."
"Really?" Rod asked curiously. "Like what?"
"Well . . . " Lex glanced over at Clark and then lowered his voice. "Between you me? Sex at this stage is extremely intense. My orgasms are unbelievable because my skin just seems so sensitive, like the slightest touch will just set me off."
"Wow," Rod said, clearing his throat and focussing all his attention on the chicken he was cooking. "That's...uh...great. Good for you."
Lex smiled a little, knowing by Rod's reaction that his estimation of the man's sexuality had been correct. "I'm sorry, Rod," he said softly, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"Nah, it's cool," Rod said, still focusing on his task. "I'm glad you guys are happy."
"Rod . . . " Lex put his hand on Rod's shoulder and squeezed gently. "You know you can talk to Clark and me about anything."
"Uh...yeah, I know." Rod said softly. "Dinner's ready. Can you call Clark while I set the table?”
"Sure." Lex went into the living room. "Clark, Rod made some chicken if you're still hungry."
Clark looked up from his paper and frowned. "I thought we were having pizza."
"I believe Rod forgot that he brought it." Lex smirked.
Clark grinned. "Twice as much food then. Great! Let's eat."
"I knew you'd see it that way," Lex laughed, and slipped an arm around Clark's waist. "Come on."
"So..." Clark said as they sat down to dinner. "Do you have any plans for tonight, Rod?"
"Plans?" Rod reached for the big jar of pickles he'd set out. "Nah . . . really don't get out much. I'm not much for clubs or dancing. I'm kind of a . . . what do you call it?" He gestured with his fork.
"An introvert?" Lex suggested, and Rod nodded.
"Yeah, that's the word! I'd rather just stay home and watch movies and stuff, but guys--" Rod fumbled the pickle jar and stammered. "And by guys, I mean girls . . . you know . . . most of them want to go out and party."
"Not all...people are like that," Clark said. "Me and Lex were never ones to go out and party. We just liked spending time together, and then we just kind of fell in love."
"You guys met when Lex hit you with his car," Rod pointed out. "And unless I go out and start running people down with my patrol car, I doubt I'll meet anyone special."
"These things can happen anywhere," Lex pointed out. "What about work? Anyone there you like?"
"They, uh . . . they really don't get me there. Besides most of the guys there are married. Meaning that you know . . . we don't have much in common with going out and scoping out the chicks."
"Rod," Lex said carefully. "Do you like men?"
Rod choked on a bite of chicken and took a long swig of beer, his fair skin going dark with a blush. Clark looked over at Lex, his eyes wide.
"It's all right, Rod," Lex said gently, refusing to make eye contact with Clark. "It's just us here. We're not going to tell anyone. I just thought it might help if it was out in the open."
Rod set his beer bottle down and wiped his mouth with one hand. "Yeah, well . . . guess it's out then, isn't it. Should have known you'd figure it out sooner or later.”
"I hope you don't think we're prying," Lex said. "And I promise we'll never discuss it again if that's what you want. I just wanted you to know that you can talk to us about it, if you want to."
"I'm not sure what to say." Rod picked at his chicken. "I mean . . . yeah, I like guys, but . . .” He shrugged. "Look at me."
"What?" Clark asked with genuine curiosity. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're kind and generous and you've got a hot body. Any guy would be crazy to not want to date you."
Rod gave a nervous laugh. "Thanks, man. But you're taken already." He stirred his chicken around. "I've gotten used to being alone. It's not so bad . . . and ever since you guys have come around, I haven't been so lonely."
Lex smiled and reached across to squeeze Rod's hand. "We like spending time with you too."
Clark nodded. "Yeah! You're a good guy, Rod."
Rod flashed them a watery smile. "Thanks guys, that means a lot to me."
"What you've done means a lot to us too, Rod." Lex squeezed his hand one more time before going back to his meal.
Two Months Later
"Lex, are you sure you should be doing this?" Rod brought out two buckets of white paint to the yard and set them down on a small round table nearby. He wore old jeans and spattered overalls. Lex wore only overalls, the front stretched tightly over his very big belly. He smiled at his friend.
"I assure you, Rod, a little painting won't harm me."
"It's not you I'm worried about," Rod said with a grin. "It's Clark when he gets home and finds out I let you do this."
"Clark understands that I can't just take to my bed. Besides, my physician says that I'm perfectly healthy, and that baby isn't due for another five weeks yet."
"If you say so," Rod said with a shrug. "But you're not the one who's going to take a beating from a guy with super-strength for not making you stay in bed."
”Don't worry, Rod. Clark isn't going to expect you to have the same abilities he does when it comes to keeping me in bed." Lex winked as he pried the lid off a can of paint.
Rod's eyes widened and he stared at Lex. He was never going to get used to the flirting that Lex had taken to in the last couple of months. No one had ever flirted with him before and he just didn't know what to say or do. "Uh, right. Shall we get on with it?"
Lex chuckled. "Sure" He dipped his roller into the tray of paint and went about covering the wall. "Would you believe this is the first time I've ever done this?"
Rod grinned. "Well, you seem to be doing a great job. Maybe I'll just go and have a beer and let you get one with it."
"Maybe I'll knock you down and sit on you until you can't breathe anymore," Lex countered mildly.
Rod laughed. "Ok, how about we both paint."
"An excellent suggestion." Lex grinned. It was a comfort to know that he was still capable of exuding menace, even though he was eight months pregnant.
"So...have you thought about names yet?" Rod asked as they painted. "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"
"I've had two sonograms, but the doctor says he can't be sure. Clark and I would be happy with either as long as he or she is healthy."
"What about names?" Rod asked as he continued to paint. "Have you guys talked about it?"
"Names? Well . . .I think Clark mentioned that he liked the name Brandon for a boy, and--" Lex was suddenly cut off by a loud squealing, humming noise as a shadow fell over the backyard.
Rod shielded his eyes with his hand and looked up, his face turning white when he saw what was hovering over them. "Oh, fuck!"
Lex looked up as he put his hands over his ears, and his heart kicked into high gear when he saw the spaceship. He started to turn to Rod when suddenly a beam of white light shot out from the ship, and pinned Lex like a bug onto a piece of cardboard. Lex stiffened, his eyes wide and aware, but he was unable to struggle.
"Lex!" Rod rushed forward and tried to grab hold of him but the beam was like a shield protecting him. Rod punched, kicked and even tried shooting at it, but it was no use.
Lex's mouth worked helplessly and formed the words Rod, and then Clark, before the beam of light sucked him up into the ship. The ship hovered for a few moments more, and then vanished.
For a moment all Rod could do was stand there staring at the spot that Lex had been occupying. Then he turned and ran into the house. He dropped the phone the first time he picked up, and then his hands were shaking so bad it was impossible to press the numbers. Finally, agonising seconds later it started to ring, and then went to voicemail.
Chapter 6
Authors:
hils and lexalicious70Paring: Clark/Lex with hints of Clark/Rod and Clark/Rod/Lex
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Highway to Hell and So Long Sylvia. In the aftermath of the alien encounter Lex receives some startling news
WARNING: MPREG!
Previous parts here
Two months later
"Hey, Lex, I'm home!" Clark paused, waiting for the usual reply. Nothing. His heart started pounding in his chest. Even though Lionel had made no attempt to find Lex here, Clark always worried that he was going to come home one day and Lex would be gone. "Lex? Are you home?" He dashed into the small living room and relaxed when he spotted him. "Having fun?"
Lex glanced up from where he sat on the floor, his legs spread, his arms stretched out in front of him. "Hey, Clark." He bent double as far as he could and then brought his arms over his head with a deep breath, which he released slowly.
Clark dropped his bag on the floor and lay down beside Lex, rubbing his hand over Lex's swollen stomach. "How are the two of you doing today?"
"We're fine," Lex smiled. "I've been reading up on what's called pregnancy yoga, and I thought I'd give it a try." Lex reached over and handed Clark a baby magazine. "Rod brought it for me."
Clark smiled and flicked through the magazine while Lex continued his exercises. Every day he was amazed at how thoughtful and considerate Rod had been since they moved in. He made sure to give them their space but was always dropping off little presents like this and checking on Lex when Clark was at school. They'd made a good choice asking him to help them.
Lex bent to the side and took another deep breath when suddenly he gasped loudly and put both hands quickly to his belly.
"What?" Clark asked, eyes wide with fear. "What is it? Do you need me to call Doctor Alan?"
"No! No, I'm all right, I just . . . " Lex gazed up at him. "I felt something." Lex took Clark's right hand and placed it back on his belly.
Clark waited and then he felt it. "He kicked!"
"You felt it too?" A wide grin crossed Lex's face as the next kick impacted against both his and Clark's hands as they lay intertwined on Lex's belly. "My God," Lex laughed. "He's moving . . . do you feel it, Clark?"
"Yeah," Clark whispered, eyes wide with awe at the life moving beneath his hands. "I feel it."
Lex looked up at him. "Our baby," He said softly, his blue-grey eyes warming.
"Yeah," Clark repeated softly. "We're really having a baby, Lex."
"We really are," Lex said, his voice trembling, and he swallowed hard as the reality of it hit home.
Clark leaned forward so that his breath warmed Lex's stomach. "Hi little guy."
"Ah!" Lex laughed as the baby gave a strong kick at Clark's voice.
Clark grinned and carried on talking. "I'm your daddy...well, one of them." His face sobered. "Things might be hard for you when you get here, but just know that you're loved, and that won't change no matter what."
There was another flutter, and Lex smiled. "I think he knows you, Clark."
Clark smiled and pressed a kiss to Lex's stomach. "I love you."
Lex reached out and stroked Clark's hair.
Clark let out a contented murmur and moved back up to rest his head on Lex's shoulder. "I love you too."
Lex slipped an arm around Clark, and then glanced up as there was a knock on the door.
"Hey guys," Rod called as he wandered into the living room. "Whoa, not interrupting anything am I?"
Lex grinned up at him. "What do you think you'd be interrupting, Rod?"
Rod returned the grin. "I don't know what you guys get up to in here. Maybe you decided the floor was easier to get to than the bed."
Lex chuckled as he watched Clark's ears redden. "Actually, that's a good point. I'll have to remember that for next time."
Clark kissed Lex before climbing to his feet. "I should do my homework."
Lex looked up at him. "Algebra or world history?"
"Neither," Clark groaned. "English."
Lex struggled to his feet and then nodded his thanks to Rod as he gave him a boost. "Need a hand?"
"You'll know when you hear me screaming," Clark grinned.
"You guys hungry? I brought some pizza." Rod said as he unbuckled his gun belt.
"Pizza!" Clark said eagerly, earning him a stern glare from Lex. "What?"
"Homework first. Then you can eat."
"Oh ho, blackmail!" Rod laughed as he slung his gun belt over one shoulder and undid the first three buttons of his policeman's uniform.
Clark pouted. "Just one slice? I need energy to feed my brain."
Lex could never resist Clark's pout. "All right. But just one! And you-" He pointed at Rod, "no tempting him with one of those cheesy cop movies!"
Rod raised his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok, you got it." He leaned over to Clark and whispered in his ear. "He seems cranky all of a sudden. Is this a pregnancy thing?"
"Maybe," Clark nodded as he watched Lex stalk off toward Rod's house, his gait starting to develop a distinct waddle. "But he's gotten so much bigger lately, it must be hard on him."
"Yeah," Rod said with a nod. "Must suck. Ok, I'll save you some pizza and maybe when you get finished we can all watch a movie together."
Clark gathered up his homework and followed Rod outside. "Sounds good, although I don't know how we'll get Lex to watch Lethal Weapon again." He grinned at the older man. He'd grown pretty fond of Rod over the past few months, and he often wondered why a seemingly decent guy like him didn't have a girlfriend.
As Clark settled himself in the kitchen and worked on his paper, Rod joined Lex in the living room and cautiously attempted to start a conversation. "So...uh...anything good on the news?"
"Just the usual. Overpopulation, famine, crime, and political corruption." Lex sat on the couch, his feet tucked up under his thighs, one hand resting on his big belly, the other holding the remote.
"Right," He offered the pizza box to Lex. "Want some? I promised Clark we'd save him some though."
Lex shook his head. "Thank you Rod, but no. My stomach is a bit unsettled this evening."
"You want me to get you something else?" Rod asked. Making conversation was never something he was good at, but helping people was something he could do.
"Perhaps a bit later." Lex closed his eyes briefly. His energy levels certainly weren't what they'd once been, and his back ached horribly from carrying the extra weight.
"Hey, do you want to lie down for a bit?" Rod stood up so that Lex had the couch to himself. "I need to clean my gun anyway."
Lex stretched out without hesitation and settled his head on a throw pillow. He sighed in relief and looked up at Rod. "So . . . nab any bad guys today, Officer Hardwick?" His tone was mildly teasing and almost affectionate.
Rod snorted. "The highlight of my day was climbing up a tree to rescue an old lady's cat. The cat peed on me."
"That wasn't very grateful of it," Lex chuckled.
"I think maybe it was happy in the tree," Rod said ruefully.
"Sounds like it." Lex stifled a groan and shifted uncomfortably as muscles in his back cramped. He loved Clark more than anything in the world and would have lived with him in a straw hut if necessary, but one thing he did miss about living at the mansion was his masseuse.
"You ok, man?" Rod asked with a frown.
"I suppose my back isn't used to the extra weight . . .” Lex shifted again. "Do you by chance have a heating pad?"
"No, but I can head out and get one for you," he was halfway to the door before he'd even finished speaking. "Is there anything else you need?"
Lex chuckled softly. "Yes. A good back rub."
Rod nodded. "CLARK!!" When Clark burst into the room with wide eyes, Rod gestured at Lex. "Your man needs you. I'll see you guys when I get back from the store."
"Sure," Lex replied mildly, the corner of his mouth curving into a sly smile as he watched Rod make a hasty exit.
"What's wrong, Lex?" Clark asked with concern as he watched Rod leave. "Are you ok?"
"I just need a good firm back rub. I hinted that fact to Rod, and he ran off." Lex smiled again. "Which confirms my suspicions."
Clark frowned. "What suspicions? And you need to roll over if you want me to rub your back."
Lex rolled to one side and squirmed out of his shirt. "I suppose you've noticed that Rod spends a great deal of time either cleaning his gun, or watching cop movies in his bedroom. In other words, he doesn't date much."
Clark began to gently knead the muscles in Lex's shoulders. "Yeah? So?"
"And when I hinted to him that I'd like a back rub, he called for you and ran off like a scalded cat." Lex looked up at his lover. "I believe Rod is gay, Clark."
"What?" Clark exclaimed, his surprise causing him to grip Lex a little too vigorously. "Shit! Sorry. Lex, Rod's not gay. He just doesn't get out much. Mostly because he's busy taking care of us."
Lex flinched. "It's all right . . . and he doesn't get out much because he's unsure of himself. And yes, he's taken very good care of us, for which I'm grateful. I think he's a good man, overall--but I also think one of the reasons he was so eager to help us is because he senses in us a kind of kindred spirit. He's trying to learn from us, Clark."
Clark frowned. "You think? Really? That's...kind of sweet."
Lex nods. "It is. And it's up to us to help him the same way he's helping us."
Clark thought as he continued to rub Lex's back. "You mean I should take him to a gay club or something?"
"That would certainly be jumping in with both feet, love," Lex sighed in purring contentment. "God, you have wonderful hands. But what I mean is that perhaps we can begin by broaching the subject . . . I’m sure he wants to talk about with someone who understands."
"Maybe you should do that," Clark suggested. "You're better with words than me. Does that feel better?"
"It's wonderful," Lex sighed. "A bit lower now."
Clark moved his hands to the base of Lex's spine and began to rub. He remembered how scared he'd been to do this the first time Lex asked, terrified that he'd wind up breaking Lex's back. These days he found it soothing, like petting a beloved family cat or a dog, but of course he'd never tell Lex that. "How's this?"
"Mmmm." Lex's eyes closed halfway and gleamed up at him through gingerly eyelashes. "Lower."
Clark grinned as he realised what it was Lex wanted and slid his hands lower so that he was caressing the cheeks of Lex's ass. "Better?"
"Mmm. Almost . . . " Lex turned smoothly until he was laying on his back again, and Clark's hands were resting directly on his cock, which was already twitching to life. He grinned up at his lover. "Perfect."
Clark grinned back down at him and cupped him through the thin fabric of his pants. "I can feel a lot of tension here, Lex."
"Ah!" Lex's hips arched up into Clark's hand. "Yeah . . . I think it needs a good massaging as well . . .
Deliberately, slowly, Clark pulled down Lex's fly and freed him from the constraints of his boxers. "Hmm...this is going to need a lot of work," he declared as he started to stroke him.
Lex moaned as the muscles in his groin and belly tightened. He became aroused much more easily these days, and his orgasms were more intense and prolonged than before he'd become pregnant. The logical part of his mind knew this was because of increased blood flow to the genital tissue and because of increased hormone production, but logic was quickly becoming irrelevant as Clark's talented hand stroked him. "Ohhhh. God, Clark . . . "
"Do you like that, Lex?" Clark asked, dipping his head and suckling the tip of Lex's cock.
Lex hissed through his teeth at the sensation and felt himself pulse and leak against Clark's tongue, which only made him more aroused. He growled low in his throat and plunged his hands into Clark's thick curls.
Encouraged by the noises Lex was making Clark took the whole length into his mouth, sucking, licking and teasing. He began to hum gently, letting the vibrations run through Lex.
Lex moaned softly and petted Clark's hair, letting it slide through his fingers like silk. "So good, Clark . . . so good, baby . . . ahh, yeah . . . " his hips began to rock.
Clark bobbed his head, increasing the pressure of his lips around Lex.
Lex moaned and his belly tightened visibly. "Clark . . . Clark . . . yes, just like that . . . yes, Clark!" Lex's eyes squeezed shut and his hips arched up hard as he came hard, his hands tightening in Clark's hair.
Clark swallowed and withdrew, smiling when he saw the content smile on Lex's face. "Feeling better?"
"Much . . . better, yes." Lex smiled.
Clark smiled and kissed him. "Good."
Lex lay quiet until the aftershocks in his cock and belly trembled to a halt, and then he smiled up at Clark languidly. "And what can I do in return, Mr. Kent?"
"You don't have to do anything for me," Clark said with a small smile. "Just being here and keeping our baby safe and warm is enough."
"Hmm." Lex sighed and closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Clark's waist. "Shame there's not enough room on this couch for both of us. We could take a nice long nap together.”
"We can," Clark said. "Just hold on for a second." He carefully lifted Lex up, lay down on the couch and settled Lex down on top of him. "There."
Lex grinned widely, a smile that was just for Clark, and nestled up against him. "You sure you're comfortable?"
"Mmm hmm. Are you?" Clark loved having Lex close like this, especially when it was just the two of them. He felt warm and loved.
"Very much, Clark," Lex mumbled, his whole body feeling warm and languid, as it always did after intimacy with Clark. He yawned and rested his cheek on Clark's broad chest.
Clark stroked his hand over Lex's head, loving the feel of his smooth scalp under his fingers. "Sleep, Lex."
"Don't forget what I said about Rod," Lex sighed at the touch that, for him, was more intimate than any other. "He wants to talk about it, just doesn't know how."
"I'm not sure I know how either," Clark murmured. "Maybe we should talk to him together."
"If you think it's best, love," Lex sighed, and dropped into a deep, endorphin-fuelled sleep.
Clark pressed a soft kiss to the top of Lex's head, allowing himself to breath in time with Lex. Even though he wasn't really tired he was so relaxed he felt himself starting to drift off.
The door slammed sometime later, and Rod's voice called out. "Hey guys, I'm back! I got the heating pad!"
Lex jerked awake with a cry. "Dad, no!" His heart was pounding, the breath trapped in his body and he sat there trembling for a moment until he realised it was Rod, not his father.
Rod heard the cry and crouched over Lex. He hesitated, and then put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey . . . easy, Lex. It's Rod. You're safe, pal."
Lex closed his eyes and allowed himself to breathe. "Rod, hi. Sorry about that. Bad dream." He felt Clark stir underneath him.
"Lex, are you ok?"
"I'm fine, Clark. Just a bad dream." Lex struggled into a sitting position and slid regretfully from Clark's solid, warm form. Rod watched, and Lex didn't miss the brief but longing look in the man's blue eyes.
"You need to finish your homework," Lex reminded Clark as he took the heating pad from Rod with a grateful smile. "Rod and I will fix dinner."
"I can get it, Lex. You need to relax." Rod glanced up at the clock. "Shit! Cops started ten minutes ago!" He bustled into the kitchen, and a moment later the small television in the dining room turned on.
"So much for talking to him," Clark said as he settled down to carry on writing.
Lex smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his lover's head. "After dinner. We'll both sit down with him, all right?"
"Ok, but only if you do the talking. I don't even know how to start this conversation."
Lex nodded and went into the kitchen, where Rod was frying up some chicken. "Smells good, Rod."
"Yeah, I don't know about you but I'm starving," Rod had one eye on the food and the other on the TV. "Oh my God, what a dumbass!"
Lex glanced over at the tv. "Don't you mean alleged dumbass? Aren't all suspects innocent until proven guilty in a court of law, as the gravelly-voiced announcer says at the start of the show?" Lex teased, and then furrowed his brow at the chicken. "Did we finish the pizza already?"
Rod paused, glanced at the pizza box which was sitting on the counter and then back at the chicken that he was frying. "Uh...shit. I forgot about the pizza."
"You do seem a bit distracted. You sure you're all right?"
"Yeah, I'm good," Rod replied hastily. "I'm sure Clark can manage the pizza as well as the chicken. I don't know how he keeps that figure with all the food he shoves down his throat."
"He's got a rapid metabolism. As do I . . . usually." He smiled and stroked his belly. "Of course, there are benefits to my condition, as I've discovered."
"Really?" Rod asked curiously. "Like what?"
"Well . . . " Lex glanced over at Clark and then lowered his voice. "Between you me? Sex at this stage is extremely intense. My orgasms are unbelievable because my skin just seems so sensitive, like the slightest touch will just set me off."
"Wow," Rod said, clearing his throat and focussing all his attention on the chicken he was cooking. "That's...uh...great. Good for you."
Lex smiled a little, knowing by Rod's reaction that his estimation of the man's sexuality had been correct. "I'm sorry, Rod," he said softly, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"Nah, it's cool," Rod said, still focusing on his task. "I'm glad you guys are happy."
"Rod . . . " Lex put his hand on Rod's shoulder and squeezed gently. "You know you can talk to Clark and me about anything."
"Uh...yeah, I know." Rod said softly. "Dinner's ready. Can you call Clark while I set the table?”
"Sure." Lex went into the living room. "Clark, Rod made some chicken if you're still hungry."
Clark looked up from his paper and frowned. "I thought we were having pizza."
"I believe Rod forgot that he brought it." Lex smirked.
Clark grinned. "Twice as much food then. Great! Let's eat."
"I knew you'd see it that way," Lex laughed, and slipped an arm around Clark's waist. "Come on."
"So..." Clark said as they sat down to dinner. "Do you have any plans for tonight, Rod?"
"Plans?" Rod reached for the big jar of pickles he'd set out. "Nah . . . really don't get out much. I'm not much for clubs or dancing. I'm kind of a . . . what do you call it?" He gestured with his fork.
"An introvert?" Lex suggested, and Rod nodded.
"Yeah, that's the word! I'd rather just stay home and watch movies and stuff, but guys--" Rod fumbled the pickle jar and stammered. "And by guys, I mean girls . . . you know . . . most of them want to go out and party."
"Not all...people are like that," Clark said. "Me and Lex were never ones to go out and party. We just liked spending time together, and then we just kind of fell in love."
"You guys met when Lex hit you with his car," Rod pointed out. "And unless I go out and start running people down with my patrol car, I doubt I'll meet anyone special."
"These things can happen anywhere," Lex pointed out. "What about work? Anyone there you like?"
"They, uh . . . they really don't get me there. Besides most of the guys there are married. Meaning that you know . . . we don't have much in common with going out and scoping out the chicks."
"Rod," Lex said carefully. "Do you like men?"
Rod choked on a bite of chicken and took a long swig of beer, his fair skin going dark with a blush. Clark looked over at Lex, his eyes wide.
"It's all right, Rod," Lex said gently, refusing to make eye contact with Clark. "It's just us here. We're not going to tell anyone. I just thought it might help if it was out in the open."
Rod set his beer bottle down and wiped his mouth with one hand. "Yeah, well . . . guess it's out then, isn't it. Should have known you'd figure it out sooner or later.”
"I hope you don't think we're prying," Lex said. "And I promise we'll never discuss it again if that's what you want. I just wanted you to know that you can talk to us about it, if you want to."
"I'm not sure what to say." Rod picked at his chicken. "I mean . . . yeah, I like guys, but . . .” He shrugged. "Look at me."
"What?" Clark asked with genuine curiosity. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're kind and generous and you've got a hot body. Any guy would be crazy to not want to date you."
Rod gave a nervous laugh. "Thanks, man. But you're taken already." He stirred his chicken around. "I've gotten used to being alone. It's not so bad . . . and ever since you guys have come around, I haven't been so lonely."
Lex smiled and reached across to squeeze Rod's hand. "We like spending time with you too."
Clark nodded. "Yeah! You're a good guy, Rod."
Rod flashed them a watery smile. "Thanks guys, that means a lot to me."
"What you've done means a lot to us too, Rod." Lex squeezed his hand one more time before going back to his meal.
Two Months Later
"Lex, are you sure you should be doing this?" Rod brought out two buckets of white paint to the yard and set them down on a small round table nearby. He wore old jeans and spattered overalls. Lex wore only overalls, the front stretched tightly over his very big belly. He smiled at his friend.
"I assure you, Rod, a little painting won't harm me."
"It's not you I'm worried about," Rod said with a grin. "It's Clark when he gets home and finds out I let you do this."
"Clark understands that I can't just take to my bed. Besides, my physician says that I'm perfectly healthy, and that baby isn't due for another five weeks yet."
"If you say so," Rod said with a shrug. "But you're not the one who's going to take a beating from a guy with super-strength for not making you stay in bed."
”Don't worry, Rod. Clark isn't going to expect you to have the same abilities he does when it comes to keeping me in bed." Lex winked as he pried the lid off a can of paint.
Rod's eyes widened and he stared at Lex. He was never going to get used to the flirting that Lex had taken to in the last couple of months. No one had ever flirted with him before and he just didn't know what to say or do. "Uh, right. Shall we get on with it?"
Lex chuckled. "Sure" He dipped his roller into the tray of paint and went about covering the wall. "Would you believe this is the first time I've ever done this?"
Rod grinned. "Well, you seem to be doing a great job. Maybe I'll just go and have a beer and let you get one with it."
"Maybe I'll knock you down and sit on you until you can't breathe anymore," Lex countered mildly.
Rod laughed. "Ok, how about we both paint."
"An excellent suggestion." Lex grinned. It was a comfort to know that he was still capable of exuding menace, even though he was eight months pregnant.
"So...have you thought about names yet?" Rod asked as they painted. "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"
"I've had two sonograms, but the doctor says he can't be sure. Clark and I would be happy with either as long as he or she is healthy."
"What about names?" Rod asked as he continued to paint. "Have you guys talked about it?"
"Names? Well . . .I think Clark mentioned that he liked the name Brandon for a boy, and--" Lex was suddenly cut off by a loud squealing, humming noise as a shadow fell over the backyard.
Rod shielded his eyes with his hand and looked up, his face turning white when he saw what was hovering over them. "Oh, fuck!"
Lex looked up as he put his hands over his ears, and his heart kicked into high gear when he saw the spaceship. He started to turn to Rod when suddenly a beam of white light shot out from the ship, and pinned Lex like a bug onto a piece of cardboard. Lex stiffened, his eyes wide and aware, but he was unable to struggle.
"Lex!" Rod rushed forward and tried to grab hold of him but the beam was like a shield protecting him. Rod punched, kicked and even tried shooting at it, but it was no use.
Lex's mouth worked helplessly and formed the words Rod, and then Clark, before the beam of light sucked him up into the ship. The ship hovered for a few moments more, and then vanished.
For a moment all Rod could do was stand there staring at the spot that Lex had been occupying. Then he turned and ran into the house. He dropped the phone the first time he picked up, and then his hands were shaking so bad it was impossible to press the numbers. Finally, agonising seconds later it started to ring, and then went to voicemail.
Chapter 6
