Chapter One
by Queen of Sarab
Author's Note: Since this is my first fic in this fandom, please don't kill me if the characters aren't completely and totally what you think of them... this is just my humble interpretation. Anyway... thanks for reading. And remember- REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! I'll love you for it... *grins hopefully*
Chapter One
Lex Luther was surrounded by people, but he
had never felt more alone.
It was his birthday party, and he should have
been enjoying it. But the 20-somethings laughing, dancing, and drinking
around him were exactly the kind of people he dd not feel like being around-
rich, important, and utterly apathetic.
Far too like myself, Lex thought with an self-important
smirk.
The party had been his father's idea- and
the guest list, too, had been Lionel's. It was really more of a schmooze
fest than a birthday party, and Lex didn't really want to be diplomatic
at the moment. His mind kept wandering, away from all the pretty and scantily-clad
girls giggling and clinging in his general vicinity, to a certain dark-haired
farmboy who epitomized everything these people were not.
Maybe that was why he liked Clark so much.
He had grown up around fakes and brownosers- people too concerned with
their own image and power to care about anything else. And he had been
so close to reaching that point himself- when Clark had swooped in and
changed everything.
Lex glanced with mock indifference at his
watch. 2:00 a.m. The party was bound to last far into the morning, he thought
with a grimace.
He reasoned he had stayed long enough to satisfy
making an appearance; besides, if he had to be with these people much longer,
it would be back to the coat closet for him...
Detaching himself from some sniveling girl
whose name he couldn't even remotely remember, he began inching slowly
towards the door.
Ten minutes later, he was in his car, speeding
wildly along an old dirt road. He knew where he wanted to go- but he wasn't
sure if the boy scout would be in bed yet.
The image of Clark in bed brought a small
smirk to his lips. He quickly stifled it, trying instead to turn his mind
to where he was going. The turns he had been making had been automatic,
and now that he looked around him, it was obvious where he was heading.
He was going to the Kent farm.
Lex slowed as he neared the farm, stopping
the car far away enough that the house and barn were just barely visible
for what they were. It was nearly 2:30. If Clark's parents found him out
here... well, it definitely wouldn't help Jonathan Kent's opinon of him.
But honestly, Lex didn't care what Clark's
parents thought. The only person he cared about was Clark.
A light flickered on in the loft of the barn.
Clark, Lex thought hopefully. So he was up.
As quietly as he could, Lex slipped out of his car and started
toward the barn. If Clark was up, he reasoned, he might as well go up and
say hello...
"Lex!" a voice hissed above him.
Lex glanced up, where Clark stood waving down
at him, a charmingly innocent smile plastered across his face.
"Come on up," he whispered again.
Lex nodded, creeping around to the barn doors
and inside, then continuing up the stairs to the loft. Clark waited at
the top.
"What are you doing here so late?" Clark asked
as Lex reached the top. "Or should I say early?"
Lex laughed lightly. "I was just escaping
my birthday party," he explained. "And my car seemed oddly drawn to your
farm."
"Birthday?" Clark's brow knotted in consternation.
"I didn't know it was your birthday. I don't have..."
"Clark, it's all right," Lex cut in with another
small laugh. "Besides, it hasn't really been my birthday for..." he glanced
at his watch, "Two and a half hours. I'd really just like to block the
entire experience out of my mind."
Seeing no chairs, Les balanced carefully on
the edge of the bed set up there for Clark. He smiled as he felt the obviously
homemade quilt beneath his fingers, and traced a finger over the design
distractedly.
Clark sat down next to him, placing a comforting
hand on Lex's free one. "Are you..."
"I'm fine," Lex interrupted again. "Really,
Clark. I'm used to having birthdays..."
His mind finished for him. Hiding in the coat
closet.
"I don't really have good birthdays," he said
aloud. "It's not quite the holiday for me it is for most people. Just...
business as usual."
"Lex..."
Lex shook his head, a forced smirk plastered
on his lips. "Clark, really. It's nothing new. I stopped caring years ago."
Clark frowned in annoyance, but said no more
about it. It was obvious what he was thinking- Poor Lex... how sad... Lex
turned slightly in annoyance; pity always made him uncomfortable.
It wasn't until several seconds later that
he realized Clark's hand was still laid, comfortingly, on his own.
Clark realized the fact at about the same
time, and pulled his hand away, blushing wildly.
"Clark," Lex said softly. "I..."
Lex Luther didn't blush. And he didn't get
flustered. But, surprisingly, his mind was blank of anything appropiate
to say.
Actions speak louder than words, he reminded
himself firmly. He reached out, gently taking Clark's hand within his own,
and then leaned in to kiss him.
Although Clark's innocent eyes widened slightly
at the movement, he didn't try to move, and he certainly didn't protest.
Instead, he closed his eyes as Lex's lips brushed his; first lightly, and
then more firmly, with a certain edge of demand.
Clark leaned into Lex, allowing the older
man to tangle his elegant hands in the thick, dark hair that hung around
Clark's face. Lex broke away with a soft smile- a far cry from his usual
insolent smirk- and pulled his hand out of his hair and along Clark's strong
jawbone before pulling away, a suddenly embarassed look flicking across
his features. "Clark..." he pleaded.
"If you don't want..."
"Shh," Clark said with a slight smile, laying
one finger on the man's lips before leaning into another kiss.
This time the kiss deepened quickly, and it
was Clark's tongue that pushed its way past Lex's teeth, exploring
lightly the cavern of his mouth. Clark, one strong arms wrapped around
the smaller man's waist, pulled Lex against his broad chest protectively.
Lex arched into him, moving his finger in small circles in the hollow of
Clark's cheek.
God, this felt so right, as if everything
in the world had simply been waiting for this moment, holding its breath
until this very kiss... Lex's lips curved into a smile against Clark's.
What a sickenly sentimental thought.
He loved it.
Gently, Lex urged Clark backwards until he
was lying on the bed, Lex lying on top, lips straying from Clark's and
down along his throat. Clark's eyes closed softly, a faint smile playing
about his mouth.
"Fuck," Lex breathed.
Clark's eyes flew open, shocked at what he
believed to be the implication behind the words. 'Lex!" he exclaimed.
It was a few seconds before he realized Lex
had stopped his attentions and was staring beyoond him, muscles clenched
and frozen.
Clark shifted to look in the same direction,
toward the stairs leading up to the loft. And echoed Lex's sentiment.
Johnathan Kent stood there, frozen in utter
shock.