Title:  Five Reasons Lex Has to Hate Valentine’s Day and One Reason He Has to Celebrate It
Author:  twinsarein
Email:  twinsarein@gmail.com
Rating:  R (to be safe)
Challenge:  CLFF#30 - "I never knew it could be like this. Nobody’s ever kissed me the way you do. " From Here to Eternity – 1953
Notes:  Thanks to my beta danceswithgary, for making this story flow much more smoothly and for finding one very glaring flaw
Summary:  Lex travels down memory lane.

 

The first time that I was kissed by someone besides my family or friends of my parents, I was eleven years old.  I was at my first school dance.  The boys from Excelsior had been bused over to the nearby girls’ academy, Bromley’s.  The faculty of both schools had arranged a Valentine’s Day dance to allow us an opportunity to socialize.  I hadn’t wanted to attend, but my father declared that he had paid for the damn dance lessons so I should damn well put them to use.

Some of the older boys had braved the walk across the floor to the girl’s side, so there were a few couples dancing.  The younger boys gathered at the far end of the hall, fairly close to the group of younger girls, generally showing off and trying to get the girls’ attention. 

I was standing a little apart, attempting to convince myself that I was better than all of the other boys because I was a Luthor, and that I didn’t need any of them to be my friend, and they were just jealous of my obviously superior intellect.  That is, I was until a girl - I never knew her name - rushed across the room and kissed me on the cheek, before turning and running back to the shelter of her friends.

I placed my hand on my cheek, covering where the kiss had landed, and stared after her in wonder.  I remember thinking that maybe I wasn’t as great a monster as the boys made me out to be, not if a girl was willing to brave the chaperones to kiss me. 

Then, in the sudden silence that can fall between the end of one song and the beginning of the next, I - and just about everyone else in the room - heard her pipe up.  “Okay, I took your dare.  I kissed the bald freak.  Whose turn is it now?”

My namesake, Alexander, had persevered over the Persians in the Battle of Issus, against greater than six-to-one odds.  I was determined to do no less against the laughter surrounding me now.  I pulled myself straighter, and leveled a look of disgust at her low-class behavior.  She didn’t even notice because she never looked my way again. 

I’d show them all one day.  I’d find the special person my mother always talked about, and then they’d all have to admit that I wasn’t a freak.

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The first time I chose to kiss a girl was two years later at yet another Valentine’s Day dance at Bromley’s.  I was dancing with Valerie.  We had met during the Christmas party two months earlier and had enjoyed a nice conversation together.  When I saw her standing on the other side of the hall, I was pleased.  I knew she wasn’t my special someone, but she was nice and fun to spend time with.

I wanted to hold her closer as we danced, but didn’t quite dare as we were receiving quite a few pointed glares from the chaperones.  Instead, I maneuvered her into a nearby alcove, one partially blocked from view by a potted plant.  She was the taller of us, but I tugged her head down and kissed her on the mouth.  Our lips were closed and hers were softer than I’d ever dreamed of. 

I was enjoying that softness and the fragrance she’d worn for the evening when she pulled back with a look of disgust on her face.  “Ewww!  Why did you do that?  Is that what I deserve for taking pity on you, you freak?”  She didn’t wait for an answer before stalking away, spine rigid in indignation.

I watched her go, stiffening my own spine in pride.  She was obviously nothing but a gormless plebian. 

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The first time a boy kissed me was exactly a year later.  I had managed to escape the exquisite torture of another Valentine’s Day dance and was enjoying the relative quiet of my dorm.  I was relaxing in the common area when Samuel walked in.  He was a year older and new that year, so I didn’t know him very well, but he’d always appeared cordial, unlike many others.  It turned out that he couldn’t attend the dance because it was against his beliefs.

Since we were the only two boys there that evening, he came over to talk.  When he explained why he couldn’t go with the rest of the boys, we entered into an interesting discussion about the various religions around the world and that led to us addressing a wide variety of topics.  We finally entered into a spirited argument about whether knowledge of martial arts or wrestling was better when defending yourself against an attacker.

I’d just begun my training in the arts at the beginning of the school year, so of course held that they were the better choice.  Samuel was on the wrestling team and had three years experience in the sport at his previous school.  Our arguing went back and forth for a while, as both of us advanced valid points.  Finally, he suggested that we have a match to decide, once and for all.

Perhaps it couldn’t have been considered a fair match, since he was older, bigger, and more experienced, but Luthors don’t back down from challenges.  I managed to hold my own against him for five minutes or so, but he finally caught me off guard and took me down to the floor.

I was a Luthor, however, and couldn’t simply concede.  I continued to squirm under him, trying to get away.  He finally pinned me and, even though Luthors are supposed to detest losing, I was breathless with laughter.  He went still above me, and I looked up in smiling curiosity.  His eyes searched my face and then he lowered his face to mine.

I watched his head descend with both apprehension and anticipation.  I had never thought of a boy as a possibility before.  When his lips met mine though, I opened under the gentle pressure.  He immediately pushed his tongue inside and started stroking mine.  We both moaned and he pressed closer.  I could feel him growing hard against my stomach, and I arched into him a little making him moan again.  I was breathless from more than just exertion and growing hard myself when he reared back, his eyes wild, his face contorted in rage.

“Damn you!  I won’t let you make me queer, you freaky faggot!”

He scrambled backwards off me, and I stumbled to my feet and took a step toward him, touching his arm in my confusion.  He pulled back and punched me in the face, knocking me off my feet.  I was sitting on the floor, touching my bruised cheek in bewilderment when the door slammed behind him.

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The first time someone was paid to kiss me, as well as other related actions, I was sixteen.  Excelsior’s vacation schedule had been rearranged due to a plumbing emergency, and I was sent home for two weeks in February, instead of March.  Since it had been a last minute change, I hadn’t had a chance to alter my reservations for Aspen.  I’d immediately set out to rectify that so that I needn’t spend too much time in the penthouse with my father.

Rising late the first day, I was surprised to see my father in the breakfast room, apparently waiting to see me.

I stood there in the entrance trying to decide if I wanted to go in.  He made the decision for me when he strode forward, threw his arm over my shoulder, and guided me to the table.  I held myself stiff under his imposed embrace, but allowed myself to be seated.

“Son, I have an exciting Valentine’s Day gift planned for you.  Eat a hearty breakfast and I’ll take you to it.”

My appetite was suddenly gone but, under my father’s eagle eye, I choked down enough to satisfy him.  There was no conversation and, as I swallowed the last bite on my plate, he grabbed my arm, levered me out of my seat, and marched me down the hallway.  We halted outside the closed door of the green guest room.

“Now son, behind these doors is something that will help you in your journey to be a more successful businessman.  You’re finally at an age where you can start helping me with the company.  It so happens that quite a few of my rivals have sons and daughters your age or thereabouts.  Many lucrative concessions may be won from an innocent girl or spoiled boy with a deft touch of your hand or mouth.”

He threw open the door and shoved me inside before I had a chance to register anything beyond the false camaraderie of his words.  “Now, as we arranged, no one is allowed out of this room until he’s been divested of every type of virginity he still has and you’re satisfied that he has gained a modicum of skill in seduction.”  With those instructions he closed the door, locking it from the outside.

 “He ain’t nothing like his father, is he, Luke?  So scrawny, pale, and hairless.  C’mon over here, kid, so’s we can get this over with.”

I stared in horror at the man and the woman lying naked across the bed, and I knew I wouldn’t escape until my father felt that his orders had been carried out.  Resigned to my fate, I slowly began to walk across the room, screaming inside, my dreams dying a little with every step forward.

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The first time that I actually kissed someone in order to solidify my father’s powerbase, I was eighteen.  My father claimed that he had waited two years to allow me time to perfect my technique.  After all, it wouldn’t have done for my lack of practice to hinder his plans, instead of furthering them.

I’ll grant his excuse in the beginning.  My technique was lacking a bit after my initial lesson.  However, I felt able to judge the improvement of my performance based on the change in requests over those two years.

In the beginning, the requests had been for material things.  I’d hear,  “Lexy, you are such a fabulous kisser.  Wouldn’t you like the feel of this fur coat against me as we screwed?”  or

“Man, Lex, no one’s ever fucked my ass like you, you’re a natural.  Say, have you ever done it on the back of a Harley?  There’s one I’ve been eyeing.  Buy it for me, and I’ll show you how the vibrations can send you into an even higher orbit than the one you just blasted me into.”

Sycophants.  That’s all any of them were, but they did help me learn.

After a few more months of similar requests, “Oh Lex, wouldn’t this sapphire choker look good around my neck as I gave you a blow job” or “Lex this diamond-studded cock ring would keep me hard for hours for you,” they started to become less frequent, and then they changed altogether.  Always a quick learner, a kiss from me soon left my partners breathless with want and a skilled fuck would guarantee a stunned, pliable target. 

By my seventeenth birthday, the only requests I received were for more…more kissing, more fucking, so my father’s concern for my technique was unwarranted.  I suspected that he’d actually waited until I was an adult in the eyes of the law, so he couldn’t be arrested for corrupting a minor, if it had ever come out that he’d used me like that.  Not that it mattered.  My lovers never meant anything to me, except as a way to scratch an itch.  In fact, by this point in my life, I accept that none of my lovers will ever be more than that.  The people my father wants me to seduce aren’t important either, they’ll just be one more way to scratch the itch.

During that first assignment, LuthorCorp held a Valentine’s Day ball.  One of my father’s most hated rivals was invited, along with his daughter.  The two men had been scooping each other’s bids for years.  My father had won the latest battle and was flying high on his elation, not that he let it show of course.

He ordered me to seduce the man’s virgin daughter and obtain inside information on the upcoming conflict the two men were preparing for.

I began my seduction on the dance floor, rubbing my leg gently between her thighs and brushing the side of her breast every time I twirled her.  Her eyes were heavy-lidded and her breathing faster than the dance warranted when I spun her into an alcove.

I had a little unpleasant flashback to five years earlier, but knew nothing like that was going to happen again.  I took her mouth in a demanding kiss and kneaded her breasts gently, not wanting to terrify the virgin before I could learn what I needed.

We broke apart from the kiss and she gasped, just as they all did.  “Oh, Lex, what a wonderful kisser you are.  Dancer, too.  I must confess that I’m impressed with your technique in many areas.”  She leaned her head on my chest and looked up at me through her lashes.  “I’m sure you must have had a hand in your father’s success trumping my family’s bid.  I know he couldn’t have done it without you.” 

With that, it was readily apparent that she was no virgin and that she’d received the same training I had, although she needed another lesson on subtlety.

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The first time Clark Kent kissed me was two minutes ago and I’m still reeling from surprise. 

He’d burst into my office and stood there, shuffling his feet and rubbing his hands against his hips.  He was stammering and clearly nervous, but couldn’t seem to find the courage to tell me what was bothering him.  He kept babbling about being with the wrong person on the most romantic day of the year and how he couldn’t get his mind off the person he really wanted to be with today and that he’d ended the date early and would I…could he…. 

I went up to him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and looked straight into his eyes to help ground him.  I reminded him that we were friends and that there was nothing he could tell me, or ask me, that would shock or disgust me.  He just had to let me know what I could do to help.

That seemed to calm him a little, but he continued to just stare at me for another thirty seconds or so, searching my face for something.  Finally, he appeared to come to a decision and his face swooped down to mine, to tentatively brush his lips across mine before he pressed closer.  My lips softened in surprise and clung to his when he started to pull back.  He only went far enough away to allow him to press kisses around my face – on my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids, my forehead – his lips never actually losing contact with my skin.  I have never felt so treasured. 

After a few minutes, he cupped my face in both large hands and slid his mouth back to mine.  He brushed our lips together over and over, until he had me following like a dog to heel as his thumbs caressed my cheeks.  Our lips finally met again and I opened my mouth for his sweet tongue.  He accepted my silent invitation and our tongues touched just briefly before he was backing away.  Now I know how it feels to be cherished. 

We stand so close, our foreheads resting together, still holding onto each other as I travel down memory lane and back again.  I keep wondering what will happen when Clark realizes what he’s done. 

I’ve never been given exactly what I wanted before, and I can’t believe Clark has just handed me all my favorite fantasies on a silver platter.  I don’t worry about being a freak, as I did when I was younger, but I still keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.  He never speaks though; he just leans against me with our breaths mingling, his fingertips stroking my face, my neck, the back of my head.  Finally, I can’t stand the suspense any longer.  “Clark, what do you want?”

He starts a little, and a faint blush tinges his cheeks.  “I…I…I want…can we…I’d like…”

He pauses to swallow, and I brace myself.  Here comes the catch, whatever it is.  Well, I’ll find out soon enough, if he ever stops stammering.  “Its okay, Clark.  Tell me.  Nothing you ask for will surprise me or be too much.  Besides, when have I ever refused you anything?”

“Gosh, Lex, really?  Okay then.  Iwanttokeeponkissingyou.”  He stops for a deep breath before he continues.  “Can we move over to the couch?”

I stare at him incredulously and watch a blush suffuse his features.  “That’s all you want?  You just want to kiss me some more?”  I shake my head at my fancies.  I should have known that Clark Kent would be like this, giving, tender, thoughtful…loving.

He blushes even harder at my words, and I am not sure why at first.  “I…I’m not ready for m-more, Lex.  I’m sorry.  I…I…should go.  I’m sorry.”

“No!”  I am so glad that I never let go of him.  I have the feeling that he would be out the door by now, if he didn’t have to untangle himself from my arms.  “That wasn’t what I meant, Clark.”  I reach up and place a hand on his neck, using my thumb to caress along the curve of his jaw.  “I thought you were…well, I’m not sure what I thought.  That you’d made a mistake, that you were just experimenting, not that you’d want to continue.”

“Why would you think that, Lex?  You’re letting me kiss you, which is what I had hoped for, but didn’t believe would actually happen.  Something that feels that good can’t be a mistake, and I’d never use you for an experiment, Lex.”

God, so innocent, so unspoiled.  I want to wrap him up and keep him safe from the world so he never changes.  Instead, I lead him to the couch and let him sit down first, then wait to see where he wants me.  I don’t want to risk ruining this by sitting closer than he is comfortable with – like in his lap.

He pulls me down to sit beside him and then twists his upper body to face me as much as possible.  He rubs his cheek against mine and then murmurs near my ear.  “Lex, Lex.  Your skin is so smooth.  I love the feel of it.  I’ve always wanted to find out if it was as soft as it looks.  It’s even better than I imagined, Lex.”

I let my head fall back and bask in his attention.  He’s ghosting the fingers of one hand over my face now.  Gliding over my eyelids, my forehead, hardly a centimeter goes untouched.  Finally, his fingertips caress my lips and, as I did earlier, I part them slightly in invitation, hoping that he will accept it again.  I am already breathing a little faster, although whether because of the touches, the unaccustomed tenderness, or simply because it’s Clark, is unclear to me.

He leans closer and his mouth hovers over mine as he looks into my eyes.  I could happily drown in the wonder and budding desire I see deep within.  His head dips lower and he brushes his lips against mine.  I fight to keep from pushing up too hard and bite back a moan.  I’m afraid of making any sound and breaking the spell he is weaving around us with his soft, slow touches.

Clark dips his tongue into my mouth, retreats, and then enters again.  I have to clench my hands to keep from dragging him closer, until I realize this is only a battle if I make it one.  With that recognition, I surrender myself to Clark’s loving attention, marveling as I finally get to experience what that feels like.

As that thought occurs to me, I can’t bite back my next moan in time and Clark startles backward, breathing a little harder than before.  “Lex?”  He searches my face for a few moments and I don’t know what he sees, but he obviously misinterprets my expression because it makes him lower his head and hide his beautiful green eyes.  “Oh, Lex, I’m sorry.  You’re used to so much more.  This must be awful for you.  I…”

I reach up and cover his mouth with a hand to keep him from going any further.  “Clark, no.  I might have more experience than you when it comes to sex, but you’re still giving me something brand new tonight.  I never knew it could be like this. Nobody’s ever kissed me the way you do.  You make me feel valued and special and I can’t think of anything I would rather do right now than to stay right here on this couch with you…and keep on kissing.”

His smile, and the pleasure that lights up his eyes, make the unusual honesty about my feelings worth it.  As he lowers his face to mine again, I eagerly await all the new experiences he is going to show me.

In the back of my mind, my younger selves are cheering about finally getting what we have wanted since Mom first mentioned it all those years ago.  We finally found our special someone.

It’s officially the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.