A/N: Okay, my sister has now sucked me within the depths of Smallville…To
be painfully honest, I've only watched three episodes (although I'm sure
she'll bring me home more), because I don't have cable. From what I saw,
I liked…and from what I saw, and liked, I saw slash :o) So yes, I know it's
early for me to be writing slash fiction, after having seen only THREE
EPISODES, but I feel it's my duty as a fan :o)
~
Clark Kent walked circles in his quest room in Lex Luthor's large vast mansion in Smallville. He'd never spent the night in the mansion before. After the day he'd had, he didn't care where the hell he slept, as long as it was in a bed with clean sheets. Since his night had seemingly lead him straight to Lex, he wasn't about to complain when he'd offered him a room for the night.
"Hey man…" Lex Luthor, one Clark's best friends (and owner of the vast mansion), opened the large oak door, " I think it's time for you to get some sleep."
"Yes Mom." Clark turned to smile at his friend.
"Good night Sweetie." Lex teased, kissing Clark's cheek, "Get some sleep."
"How…ah…motherly of you Lex." Clark whipped the remainder of the feel of Lex's lips against his cheek away, looking disgusted.
"Yea, no kidding." Lex pulled a tight smile for a moment, before letting it drop.
"G' night Lex."
"See you in the morning. I'm right across the hall if you need anything." Lex flicked off the light, and shut the door firmly behind him.
Lex proceeded across the hall to his bedroom, where he didn't bother flicking on the light. He knew his way around in the dark. He got out of his stuffy business suit, and donned (usage) more a comfortable pair of sweats, and a bleach white tee shirt. Then, he sat down in one of his chairs in the corner.
He knew as long as Clark Kent, and all of his obvious male-ness was in his house, he wouldn't rest. No one, male or female, could rest when Clark was around. It went double for those who where attracted to him. Lex Luthor was one of those people.
Meanwhile, across the hall, Clark was wandering around the room again. He touched everything; absolutely loving that Lex had touched everything too. He picked up a fairly old looking knick-knack, porcelain turtle, which just happened to be sitting on the ledge of the window. To keep the story short, he dropped it. It also broke.
"Oh shit!" Clark hissed, swearing usually being beyond his standards, as he bent to pick up the tiny pieces, "Lex is going to kill me!"
The tiny pieces where beyond repair. Little pieces of shell there, minuscule pieces of claw there. No glue, or matter of patience would put this knick-knack back together.
"Better go ask Lex about it." Clark grimaced.
A moment later, Clark stood outside of Lex's door. It suddenly struck him that he had never been inside of Lex's room before. He noted there was no light from beneath the door. Was Lex already in bed? Or was he awake? He used his ex-ray vision to see through the wood of the door, and saw that Lex was sitting in a chair in the corner.
He knocked softly, before letting himself in, "Uh, hey Lex?"
"What did you break?" Lex asked, looking up into the glowing face of Clark (seeming to glow with the help of the light from behind him) from where he sat in the chair.
"How did you guess?" Clark held out the pieces of the turtle, "I'm sorry Lex. I didn't think I would drop it."
"It's okay." Lex stood, and took the pieces from Clark, his finger's grazing the skin of Clark's hand, "It's about time someone broke this old thing." He tossed the shards into the trashcan.
Clark wrung his hands together, "I'm really sorry Lex."
"Don't worry about it Clark. It's been a long day. I think you should get some sleep."
"Yea, before I break anything else." Clark looked down at the older man beside him.
Lex smiled, "Like I said, don't worry about it. It was old, it wasn't like it wouldn't have broken anyway."
Clark stopped for a moment, running his tongue over his lips before realizing what he was doing; "I'll see you in the morning Lex."
"In the morning…"
~
Clark Kent walked circles in his quest room in Lex Luthor's large vast mansion in Smallville. He'd never spent the night in the mansion before. After the day he'd had, he didn't care where the hell he slept, as long as it was in a bed with clean sheets. Since his night had seemingly lead him straight to Lex, he wasn't about to complain when he'd offered him a room for the night.
"Hey man…" Lex Luthor, one Clark's best friends (and owner of the vast mansion), opened the large oak door, " I think it's time for you to get some sleep."
"Yes Mom." Clark turned to smile at his friend.
"Good night Sweetie." Lex teased, kissing Clark's cheek, "Get some sleep."
"How…ah…motherly of you Lex." Clark whipped the remainder of the feel of Lex's lips against his cheek away, looking disgusted.
"Yea, no kidding." Lex pulled a tight smile for a moment, before letting it drop.
"G' night Lex."
"See you in the morning. I'm right across the hall if you need anything." Lex flicked off the light, and shut the door firmly behind him.
Lex proceeded across the hall to his bedroom, where he didn't bother flicking on the light. He knew his way around in the dark. He got out of his stuffy business suit, and donned (usage) more a comfortable pair of sweats, and a bleach white tee shirt. Then, he sat down in one of his chairs in the corner.
He knew as long as Clark Kent, and all of his obvious male-ness was in his house, he wouldn't rest. No one, male or female, could rest when Clark was around. It went double for those who where attracted to him. Lex Luthor was one of those people.
Meanwhile, across the hall, Clark was wandering around the room again. He touched everything; absolutely loving that Lex had touched everything too. He picked up a fairly old looking knick-knack, porcelain turtle, which just happened to be sitting on the ledge of the window. To keep the story short, he dropped it. It also broke.
"Oh shit!" Clark hissed, swearing usually being beyond his standards, as he bent to pick up the tiny pieces, "Lex is going to kill me!"
The tiny pieces where beyond repair. Little pieces of shell there, minuscule pieces of claw there. No glue, or matter of patience would put this knick-knack back together.
"Better go ask Lex about it." Clark grimaced.
A moment later, Clark stood outside of Lex's door. It suddenly struck him that he had never been inside of Lex's room before. He noted there was no light from beneath the door. Was Lex already in bed? Or was he awake? He used his ex-ray vision to see through the wood of the door, and saw that Lex was sitting in a chair in the corner.
He knocked softly, before letting himself in, "Uh, hey Lex?"
"What did you break?" Lex asked, looking up into the glowing face of Clark (seeming to glow with the help of the light from behind him) from where he sat in the chair.
"How did you guess?" Clark held out the pieces of the turtle, "I'm sorry Lex. I didn't think I would drop it."
"It's okay." Lex stood, and took the pieces from Clark, his finger's grazing the skin of Clark's hand, "It's about time someone broke this old thing." He tossed the shards into the trashcan.
Clark wrung his hands together, "I'm really sorry Lex."
"Don't worry about it Clark. It's been a long day. I think you should get some sleep."
"Yea, before I break anything else." Clark looked down at the older man beside him.
Lex smiled, "Like I said, don't worry about it. It was old, it wasn't like it wouldn't have broken anyway."
Clark stopped for a moment, running his tongue over his lips before realizing what he was doing; "I'll see you in the morning Lex."
"In the morning…"