Christmas

By

Tayoni

~*~ Part Ten ~*~

            Dinner did eventually resume itself.  Aunt Meagan didn't say anything more, and Lex was actually disappointed about that.  What she said was certainly despicable, but Aunt Haydeen knew very well how to get the better of Meagan.  Her comment had been short and sweet and it'd shut that hag's mouth good and tight.

            He did get his game of 'billiards' shortly after dinner.  With beer for him and Steve and another soda for Clark, they hung out and played pool while all the old folks hung out upstairs drinking tea and chatting.  It didn't take the three of them long to stink up the whole basement with their after dinner bowel movements.  Clark was the worst, and Steve pretended to choke to death and die.  Then, he joked about knowing why the Kents had the best produce.  They didn't need to buy fertilizer.  They had their own factory.

            Eventually Aunt Meagan came along to bid the three of them farewell, and Steve decided to stick around a while.  Of course, poor Clark and Lex ended up with another pound of candy stuffed in their clothes, and more lipstick covered cheeks.  Then Aunt Haydeen left them, and took Aunt Meagan with her--thank goodness.

            Lex stood by while Steve played a game with Clark.  It was kind of amazing to watch them both play.  He knew Steve was good at the game, but he wasn't playing anywhere over Clark's ability level.  Not that he let Clark win, but he took the obvious straight shots, and very simple bank shots which was what Clark was capable of.

            Eventually Clark's turn at the game came to an end, and Grampa came down the stairs to watch them play.  Lex left Grampa and Clark to talk while he went and played Steve.

            Now he got to see Steve's real abilities.  They'd felt each other out some before Steve had played Clark.  Lex was happy.  They had a very good game.  Steve was his match.  He had to really play his best, and Steve won four games out of seven.  It was refreshing to have a worthy opponent, and maybe even a little better, or a lot better.  He got the idea that Steve was holding back some of his skills to give him a fair game, much like he would hold back for Clark's sake.  That was fine by him.  He invited Steve to play again sometime at the mansion, thinking even if he was better, then here was someone he could learn from.

            He turned around and saw Clark sleeping soundly on a pillow which leaned on Grampa's thigh.  He'd stripped his shirt and shoes and socks off, and lay on his back.  His naked feet rested over the arm of the sofa.  Grampa was dozing with his feet on the coffee table and his head turned to one side.

            "Awwww...how cute!"  Steve said with a bright smile.  "Isn't that a Hallmark moment?"

            Clark didn't wake at all.

            "Never fails."  Steve said softly.  "Kid always ends up napping on Grampa."

            Lex wondered if Steve would think badly of him, if he fell asleep in the recliner.  He felt a little nervous about the whole situation.

            "Relax man, I'll entertain you."  Steve said softly, and gave him a nudge.  "You wanna go walk around the grounds?"

            "Kind of chilly out."

            "Yeah, but it's windy so we can fart all we want to out there."

            Lex wanted to crack up laughing, but he held back rather than waking Clark and Grampa.  "No pranks, okay?"  He barely managed.

            "Awww...err...okay, no pranks, but I can fart and shoot my mouth off about yer bald head all I want, right?"

            Lex rolled his eyes.  "Deal."

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