I'm sorry I've been so navailable lately.

I've been dead busy. New online projekt. Heat. Party.

ETC

got loads of new submissions.... nice ones.... my mailbox is on the verge of exploding,
so that makes me happy.

Once I have some more time... I'll answer all the unanswered LJ comments.

Now i'm just dead. I want my bed.

My ftp programm is acting up....and I wanted to uplaod hat-less clark for you, darn that.

However, i've decided to post a teaser of my Clex fic. *g* Yes... I'm evil.....
Btw..thanks to two great betas! This is for kattiya & lexalot



There was something in his mouth, his nose. The scent, the taste. So unusual. Beautiful.

He came to his senses slowly. The first thing he realized was that he wasn't where he was supposed to be. The smell of the air, the feeling of the sheets against his skin seemed almost alien to him. It seemed oddly appropriate. Right.

Something or someone moved against him, sighing in sleep. His eyes darted open and he tried to move as well, suddenly fully awake. A warm body was spooned up behind him, long arms encircling his hips.

With sudden realization he knew exactly where he was and what had happened the night before. Out of control. That's what he had been.

He disentangled himself from Lex's body, trying not to wake him. The bald man shifted his weight in response, his body now sprawled over the whole bed, arms outstretched.

He looked almost peaceful, sunrays dancing over his smooth skin.
The sheets had glided down his body while he had moved, his sleep never disturbed.

Clark watched the older man, sadness and regret reflecting from his blue orbs. Never for him. Never again.

Why had he tasted? Wouldn't it have been simpler to never have tasted it at all, to never know what he would have missed?

A mistake.

He knew that.

Should never have lost control. And not only once.

Had lost control. Completely. Never again.

A mistake.

That's what it had been.

He had given into his desires and lost control. He could have easily hurt Lex that way. Could have killed him. And he had taken that chance.

Selfish. That's what he had been.

Leave.

He should leave while he still could. Thoughts jumbled. Emotions a havoc. Pain, so much pain.

No good.

And he was the cause.

No good.

Leave. Wasn't that what he had planned the night before? What had brought him here?

So much trouble. And not only for Lex. Everyone. Lana, Pete, Chloe, the people i this town, the meteor mutants but most of all, his parents. Their lives would be so much simpler and better if he'd just leave.

Pain. Only pain.

Silent tears ran down his face. He neared the bed, stretching out his arm, his fingertips hovering only millimeters over Lex's face.

Shaking, he drew back, moving away, walking backwards, his gaze intent on his best friend, never leaving his face. He reached the door, opened it.

"I'm sorry," he whispered and closed the door behind him.