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The room swayed as the music thrummed across the crowd, a slow pulsing beat that drew bodies together and inspired soft, rhythmic grinds. Clark stood, hot and sweaty, by the bar sipping his beer and watching Lana and Pete slide together. Their hands clutching, hips moving, foreheads touching until Clark had to look away.

He'd danced fast and hard for several hours with Chloe but she'd taken off for the night, her boyfriend never quite comfortable that she and Clark were just friends, anyway. Clark wiped a hand across his forehead, trying to get his sweat soaked bangs to stay off of his face, but they flopped back down and he felt the tickling roll of sweat slipping down his temples.

His eyes grazed over the Metropolis crowd, young and fast and making the most of the dark. Every corner full of couples, grinding and kissing, licking and sucking. Clark smiled and closed his eyes. He knew that he'd had too much to drink when he opened them again to see Lex standing in a corner alone, eyes focused on the gently undulating crowd--because wishes didn't actually come true.

Lex lifted his beer and took a long swallow. Clark stared at his long, pale neck, his lips that clasped the lip of the bottle and his shiny tongue that flicked out to catch a drop. Lex's long fingers grazed across his bald head, wiping sweat away and sliding down to unbutton his shirt a little more, exposing a chest slick with sweat. Clark licked his lips and drew his eyes back up to Lex's face, sure that he would be staring back at him, curious and intense, but he wasn't. Lex was oblivious, in another world, eyes half-mast and lips open a little as his body moved to the music that rolled out over the crowd.

Clark swallowed hard and pushed away from the bar, abandoning the beer bottle and flipping some money onto the counter for the tip. Clark's eyes locked on his target and he was drawn across the room, unable to stop until he stood directly in front of him, heart beating in his throat. Lex looked up, still swaying in time with the crowd and Clark moved in, his eyes melting into Lex's.

Neither spoke as Clark's hands gripped Lex's narrow hips, guiding them onto the dance floor. They moved together, becoming part of the ocean-like waves of the crowd. Clark dipped his head, lips mere inches from Lex's, every beat drawing them closer together until they were breathing one another's breath. The scent of their sweat, the slick slide of Lex's scalp under his fingers and those lips just a centimeter away merged in his senses and he pressed his erection into Lex's hip.

Lex's eyes blinked slowly as he tilted his head. The taste of Lex mouth unexpected and sweet, beer and sweat and good. Blue eyes staring into his as their lips moved with their hips. The music swelled and Clark closed his eyes, all sensation, now. All pulsing rhythm, all hot friction against his straining erection, all slick, wet mouth on his, music filling his ears and vibrating over his body, full and complete and wow.

Lex pulled away as the song ended and Clark whimpered, biting his lip in frustration. Lex touched Clark's arm, lifted onto his toes and yelled in Clark's ear over the heavy beat of the next song, "Say goodbye to your friends, Clark. Let's go home."

Clark blinked and smiled, grin spreading over his face, matched by a promising, sweaty smile from Lex.

"Okay, sure."