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Screencap from Dynamic Duo.
"Happy birthday, Clark."
Clark Kent drifted out of sleep slowly, and somewhat reluctantly. He'd been raised a farmer, and until he was twenty-one he'd gotten out of bed at five-thirty every day of his life-- but he'd never really liked getting up that early.
Now he was a reporter for the Daily Planet, and a superhero on the side. As a result, he tended to work odd hours, but when circumstances permitted it, he slept till seven. And despite sleeping in until what he considered an extremely late hour, he still had a really hard time prying his eyelids open in the morning.
But something was stroking his bare chest gently, and insistently repeating, "Happy birthday." So he made a huge effort, and forced his eyes open.
Lex Luthor was sitting on top of him, stark naked but for a big red bow tied around his chest.
The two of them had been married for years, but they rarely got to make love in the mornings, because Lex was a successful businessman, and he had usually gotten up, exercised, showered, and dressed before Clark even opened his eyes in the morning. Lex was usually heading out the door for his LexCorp office right about the time Clark got up.
Clark turned his head slightly and looked at the clock. Sure enough, it read 7:01. Lex ought to be dressed in an expensive, impeccable suit and tie by now, and just stopping his headlong rush out the door long enough to give Clark a kiss.
"You're gonna be late," Clark said sleepily. Even to his own ears, his voice sounded blurry. He needed coffee. Or more sleep.
"It's your birthday, Clark." Lex smiled at him, looking disgustingly bright-eyed and awake. "As far as I'm concerned, it's a holiday, and we should spend the day together having fun. Starting right now."
"Mmmm," Clark responded, not at his most articulate this time of the morning. But with Lex sitting on top of him, bare from head to toes, he was beginning to wake up, a lot more quickly than usual. "Okay. This looks like a good way to start a birthday."
"I'm glad you think so." Lex grinned down at him. "You're thirty-four, Clark. Want to start celebrating?"
"Well..." Clark frowned. "Actually, I was hoping for cake..."
Lex's face fell, just a bit, and Clark burst out laughing. He reached up, untying the bow, and then put his arms around Lex, drawing him down to his chest. Suddenly he felt very, very awake.
"Just kidding," he said in Lex's ear. "Trust me, Lex. All I want for my birthday... is you."
Lex snorted, his customary sardonic sound of disbelief. "You're lying to yourself, Clark. You want cake too."
"Yeah, I guess I do." Clark nuzzled Lex's ear and chuckled. "You know me too well."
"I got your favorite. Chocolate, all the way through. Want me to go downstairs and grab it?"
Clark felt Lex's body, hot against his, and breathed in the musky, sexual scent of his skin. His arms tightened around Lex in a possessive, loving gesture.
"No," he answered, smiling. "I can wait for the cake, Lex. But I can't wait for you."