Clark didn't know how he'd let himself get stuck in this closet. He should've speeded out of castle as soon as he'd heard Dr. Bryce's voice with Lex.

But they'd been talking about him and he'd been stupid and now he was going to be stuck in this closet for God knows how long.

Dr. Bryce, who'd said she was just going to stay for a nightcap, didn't seem to be leaving any time soon. In fact, Clark's last glimpse through the door showed that she'd taken her hair down, kicked her shoes off and was making herself comfortable against the edge of Lex's desk.

"So, you were telling me about seeing Clark today," Lex prompted.

Clark shifted position, leaned back against the wall and concentrated on visually peeling back the layers of wood until he could see Lex and Helen clearly. He was just going to hear what she said about him and then he'd find a way out of here. And, yeah, it was wrong, but it was really totally harmless. Right? No one would ever know.

"Yes, he was at the hospital visiting his friend, Pete Ross." Helen laughed a little and shook her head. "All of his friends are constantly being admitted for something, Lex. How do you avoid the bad luck that he seems to bring to everyone?"

Clark glared at her through the door.

Lex appeared in Clark's view with a drink in each hand. He passed one to Helen as he replied; "Clark has been nothing but good luck for me."

"He doesn't like me," Helen commented, taking a sip of her drink. She looked beautiful. Her hair flowed around her shoulders and her lithe body was accented by a black dress that wrapped around her waist and tied closed there. Her lips looked soft and pliant and her eyes were large and focused entirely on Lex. Clark hated her.

Lex chuckled. "Clark's a little over-protective of his friends. That's all. He'll grow to like you."

Helen lifted an eyebrow. "Over-protective of all his friends? Or just you, Lex?"

Lex smiled and Clark's chest clinched. That was *his* smile, that was the smile meant only for him.

"Well, he's been around to see me get burned a few times by the opposite sex. He might be a little more protective of me than is necessary."

Lex paused, leaned into Helen's personal space and pushed her hair off of her neck revealing a long, smooth line of golden skin. "He doesn't like Lucas much either, if that makes you feel any better."

Helen scoffed. "Lucas is a criminal and possible sociopath. So, no, being compared to him doesn't make me feel any better."

Lex grinned. "No comparison. Just pointing out that it isn't just you. Clark doesn't like anyone who has a claim on my affections."

Clark's stomach burned. He blushed heavily and clenched his fists. Hearing it from Lex now, he could see the pattern -- he'd never really noticed it before. His whole body felt like it was on fire with anger and embarrassment.

"That doesn't seem healthy, Lex."

Lex shrugged. "Clark's sixteen. He's an only child. He doesn't like to share. I can relate to that."

Helen's eyes narrowed. "Is there something more between the two of you?"

Lex shook his head and stepped very close to where she leaned against the desk. He ducked his head to hold her eyes. "Do you really need to ask?"

"I remember when you came into the ER that night in Metropolis, you were with a guy. I know your reputation."

Lex smirked and exhaled a sad chuckle. "Clark is my best friend. He's sixteen."

Lex took both of their drinks and placed them far out of reach on the desk. "Helen, I'm with you. You're beautiful and intelligent. You fascinate me."

He stroked a hand through her hair, clutching it in a fist and angling his head down to brush his lips against hers. "He's just a kid. You're a woman and I'm growing more fond of you every day."

Clark bit down hard on his tongue to keep back the hurt noise that threatened to escape.

Helen pulled her lips away from Lex's before he could kiss her. "And if he wasn't just a kid?"

Lex paused and Clark's heart pounded in his already tight throat.

"Helen, he *is* a kid. And you're here with me while he's home in bed dreaming of Lana Lang. He's my best friend. Nothing will ever change that. I'm hoping that what you and I have won't change either."

Helen nodded mutely and Lex kissed her. Clark closed his eyes and tried to decide how to get out of the closet. He could try to use his speed to get out of the room. He knew that Lex wouldn't see him -- but there was the whole issue of the closet door and surely Lex would notice it banging open and slamming shut as a gust of wind passed through the room.

He refocused his eyes and watched the door peel away. Lex and Helen kissed deeply as Lex's hands skimmed over her. Clark winced at the pain shooting through his body and let his head rest back against the wall behind him, breathless. He knew this wrenching pain, he'd felt it before but it had never been this strong. Jealousy.

Lex's hands strayed to the tie that held Helen's dress wrapped around her. Clark wanted to look away but couldn't as Lex's strong fingers untied the bow and opened the material. Clark swallowed a gasp. Helen was completely naked beneath the black material.

Lex's eyelids looked heavy as he surveyed her form. Lex slid the dress off of her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her leaning naked against the edge of his desk.

"Beautiful."

Lex's hands skimmed down her body, brushing over her nipples with his thumbs, tracing over her waist and finally resting on her hips. He pressed his still fully clothed body against her and kissed her hard. Clark could see their tongues licking into one another's mouth, lips sticking and wet, sliding over each other. Clark's cock didn't seem to register his mind numbing jealousy and he shifted uncomfortably.

Lex pushed Helen's hair away from her neck and leaned down to kiss there. Helen gasped and arched into him, her fingers scrabbling at Lex's shirt, trying to get his buttons undone. Lex released her hips, but continued to kiss and suck on her neck as he helped her get his shirt off and then moved to the buckle on his belt.

Clark was mesmerized by Lex's skin, so pale with dark shadows where twisty muscles carved his body. Clark's cock throbbed softly and his palms itched to touch Lex. He nearly whimpered but bit it back.

When Lex's pants began to fall to the ground, Clark knew he needed to get out of there. It was just unbelievably wrong for him to watch this, but his cock was so hard he didn't even know if using his speed was possible. His whole body ached with need and it only amplified when Lex's pale ass came into view and his beautiful, cut, hairless cock.

Clark swallowed hard and blinked, shocked that his mouth was dry as a desert and he nearly blacked out at the rush of desire that pulsed through him. His eyes burned dangerously and he had to shut them for a moment to prevent exposing himself by setting fire to the closet door.

When he opened them again, he promised himself that he wouldn't look. That he'd stop watching and just wait in the closet until this was over and he could go home.

But somehow he was looking again and he didn't even remember making the decision.

Helen seated herself on the desk and Lex pushed her long legs up to rest her heels on the edge. Clark licked his lips. Her pussy was swollen and wet, the shaven lips accentuating the bright clit at the top of her folds. The dark, neat triangle of hair above seemed to be an arrow pointing at the glistening target of her opening.

Lex's hands ran small circles on the inside of her thighs as he continued to kiss her lips and jaw and neck. Her fingers clasped his head and her nails ran over his scalp. Clark felt a deep growl trying to break free as her hands smoothed over Lex's shining skin and his own palms screamed in jealousy.

Lex's long back muscles bunched and smoothed as he bowed his head to one of Helen's dark nipples and sucked it into his mouth. Clark's cock jerked at the thought of Lex's mouth on him like that, Lex's scarred lips kissing his chest and licking his nipples. Clark didn't remember when he'd eased the zipper down but his own hand wasn't nearly enough on his cock.

Helen whimpered and arched in ways that seemed to make Lex hungry for her. Lex's hands moved more desperately, his lips more eagerly and Clark shuddered in a mixture of lust and horror as Lex slid to his knees, pressed her thighs further apart and kissed the glistening folds of her cunt. Helen groaned and let herself fall back onto her elbows, keeping her head lifted to watch Lex between her legs.

Lex apparently knew what he was doing, Helen's legs shuddered on their perch as Lex licked and sucked and bit gently at her clit and lips.

"You taste so good." Lex's voice was a low rumble that scraped over Clark and pulled forth an answering whimper that he forgot to hold back. Helen was moaning though and no one seemed to hear Clark's heavy breathing and low gasps in the closet.

Clark ran a thumb over the head of his cock and watched Lex eat Helen's pussy, watched Helen arch off the desk, watched Lex jerk a slow hand over his own cock in time to the thick licks at her clit.

Clark's hand speeded up, desire for Lex so strong in him, wanting to be there, wanting to be having sex with his best friend and not just watching this dirty, hot show.

Helen cried out and jerked, her body quivering and her face contorted. Lex slowly stood, licking his lips and grinning slow and hot. Helen's eyes were closed and Clark was glad she missed that look, this way he could pretend that it was for him instead.

Lex slid Helen's hips forward to the edge of the desk and her legs came up behind him to pull him towards her. Helen's feet dug into Lex's pale ass and urged him on. Lex leaned over her, resting his elbows on either side of her chest, kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples gently. Lex's cock bobbed just before her pussy, grazing the slick entrance but not pressing in. Helen's hands gripped his head and she squirmed against the table.

Lex pulled off of her tit and positioned his cock. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he thrust inside. Helen gasped a little and Lex soothed her gently before he moved again. Helen threw back her head and pressed her hips up to meet each of Lex's smooth glides. Lex continued to bite his lip as he rocked into her over and over.

Clark's hand paced along with Lex's hips, the muscled ass clenching at the apex of each thrust. Helen's legs angled up higher to give Lex a better angle, her breath quick and peppered with groans. Clark's cock pulsed in time with Lex's movements and he paused only briefly to slick his palm with the slick pre-come gathering under his foreskin.

Lex was grunting now and rolling his hips. Clark bucked into his own hand; panting hard, watching Lex's face twisting and his eyes roll back in his head. Clark bit hard into his lip to keep from screaming when the lust that tormented him ripped out of his cock and pulsed onto the floor of the closet.

Lex, in unwitting concert, froze and grunted heavily as his ass clenched in rhythm to his orgasm. He continued to thrust softly into Helen for a few moments, groaning and panting, before bending low to kiss her lips.

Clark, still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, tucked his cock away. He felt sick and exhausted and twisted inside. Jealousy that was only matched by shame filled him -- and he hated Helen. He definitely hated her more than he hated Lucas.

He was just a kid. That's what Lex had said. Just a kid.

He slid down to the floor of the closet and watched Lex hand Helen some tissues to wipe away the semen that slid down her thighs. Watched as they kissed and fondled one another in a post -coital closeness that Clark was wrong to be watching. He was so, so, so wrong.

Lex dressed himself and then helped Helen with her dress and her shoes. He asked her if she wanted to spend the night, but she declined.

"I have an early shift at the hospital."

Lex held her close for a moment before murmuring, "Well, let me walk you to the door."

Helen smiled softly at him and Clark watched them leave arm in arm. This was his chance, his opportunity to leave.

He smoothed a hand over his hair and bolted. He ran past Helen and Lex, who were moving in the dreamy underwater slow-mo that defined his speed experiences. Through the door, down the lane, through the cornfields, faster and faster.

Home.

Clark stood outside the yellow farmhouse and stared at the lights flickering inside.

Some days Clark Kent knew exactly what he wanted.

Today had turned out to be one of those days.