Title: A Luthor Christmas
Author: MitchPell
Rating: R
Pairing: Lex/Clark
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Smallville; it's characters, DC comics, or the WB. I'm just using their stuff for a little bit of non-profitable fun.
Authors Notes: My thanks go out to Adri, my wonderful beta-reader! I had to through in all of the James. I reminds me so much of my family. My grandpa is named John, my dad is named John, and my brother is named John. Then I have an Uncle Mike and two cousins named Mike. LOL! Luckily everyone has nicknames! This is part of the Slash Advent Calendar Challenge situated at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent. This story was actually rated NC-17, but I toned it down to an R rating so I could post it here. If you are interested in reading the NC-17 version, you can find it up at my site: www.geocities.com/mitchpell.
Summary: Most people assume that the Luthor Annual Christmas Party is a big company party. But what if it isn't?
Email: mitchpell@yahoo.com
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Phaze: AGH! I can't get my review page to load! Grrr! Sorry this won't be a very personal feedback, but I can't get my review page for this fic to come up. But thanks again for the review! It's nice to know that at least one person is reading this story! LOL! Maybe it has something to do with it being a Christmas story in the middle of February. Who knows? Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter. This is where the homosexual aspect of the story starts up. I hope you still enjoy it! Thanks again for taking the time to read and review!
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A furious sixteen-year-old Lex Luthor stormed up the front steps of his Grandfather's country home. He couldn't believe he had been that foolish. He should have known better than to invite Jason up to the penthouse, but he had thought his father had gone out for the night. Plus he had never expected Jason to kiss him. Lex felt a smile creep over his face at the memory.
They had just been sitting there on the leather couch in the living room, talking amiably about nothing of importance, when Jason had just leaned over and kissed him. Lex had been so stunned that he had just sat there. And Jason, fearing that his lack of response had meant that he had made a terrible mistake quickly withdrew. As soon as Lex had snapped out of his trance, he had hastily halted Jason's frantic apologizes by shoving his tongue down his throat. Following the kissing was the light petting, which was then proceeded by the heaving groping.
Then before he knew what was happening, Lex found himself pressed deep into the couch. The last thing he wanted was for this to stop, but when he had felt Jason's hands start to undo the button on his slacks, he froze. Jason had backed off a little at the sudden tension that had invaded Lex's body. "I've never done this before." Lex had told him. And it was the truth. Sure Lex had been with plenty of girls in the past two years. But he had never even entertained the fact that he was interested in men, at least not until he had meant Jason.
When Lex first recognized his attraction to his friend he had been horrified. He had thought it was just one more thing to add to list of everything else that was wrong with him. It was another reason he was a freak of nature. So he had suppressed his feelings and attempted to hide beneath the cloak of friendship. But apparently, Jason had seen the truth. And when it became apparent that Jason wanted to do more than just make out, Lex had been extremely nervous and even a little scared.
But Jason had just smiled reassuringly down at him. "Don't worry." He had whispered in his ear before he began sucking on his earlobe. "I'll guide you through it."
"Lex!" Lionel yelled, interrupting Lex's thoughts just as he had interrupted his actions the night before. "I'm not finished speaking with you!"
Lex turned and snorted at his father. "Well, I'm through listening. So go preach to someone else." He then continued to walk up the steps, however his progress was hindered when his father grabbed his arm and spun him around.
"Don't you turn your back on me, boy!" Lionel spat. "Now you will listen, and you will do as I say, do you here?" When Lex didn't respond Lionel shook him rather roughly. "I said do you hear me!" He shouted.
"Yes!" Lex snapped, then continued more quietly. "I hear you." He kept his gaze firmly planted on the ground, unable to look his father in the eye.
"Good." Lionel said, stopping his shaking, but refusing to release his grip on his son's arm. "Now, there will not be a repeat of last night. Am I understood?"
Lex scoffed then brought his eyes up to meet his father's. "Yes."
Lionel nodded his head then let Lex go. "I'm glad to see that you've decided to see the side reason."
Lex let out a humorless laugh, as he watched his father start up the steps. "Yeah, you can be damn sure me and Jason will go to his house next time." He called out, immediately regretting opening his big mouth as he watched his father once again close the distance between them.
"You are not to have any type of relations with that boy, ever again! And if I so much as here rumors of you being with another member of the same sex, I will turn your little world into a living hell!" Lionel spat.
"Well, that will be quite the feat, considering that it already is!" Lex shot back.
Lionel chuckled. "Oh, yes. How could I have forgotten? Please forgive me, Son, for failing to remembering how cruel life has been to you." He mocked before his eyes darkened and his expression set in an icy glare. "Trust me, Lex. You have never even come close to experiencing the type of suffering I'm talking about."
Lex watched as his father went to walk away again. "Your threats don't scare me, Dad." He stated. He waited for Lionel to turn back around then continued. "You're not going to do anything to me. I'm too valuable to you." Lex chuckled at his father's almost shocked expression. "Come on, Dad. Did you really think that I'd believe for one minute that you'd actually harm your one and only heir?" He walked confidently up to his father. "You need me, Dad. I have no reason to fear you." With that Lex quickly walked past his stunned father and into the house.
Lex didn't stop walking until he was safely inside, and the door was shut behind him. He tore his coat off and shoved them towards Margaret then hurried down the hall to the kitchen. Once he had reached his destination he dropped himself into a chair and let out a sigh of relief. He could not believe the extent to which he had just mouthed off to his father. The thought was both frightening and invigorating all at the same time.
Emma Luthor gasped when she saw her grandson's face. "Lex! What happened?" However, her concern quickly turned accusatory. "Did you get into another fight at school?" She demanded.
Lex rolled his eyes. "No, Grandma." He considered telling her that he had actually had a fight with his father. But then again, he didn't think it would be wise to inform her that the reason the right side of his face was now a rather colorful collage of blues, blacks, purples, and yellows, was because his father had a rather violent reaction to finding his sixteen- year-old son engaging in sexual activities with another man. "I.it wasn't at school. I went to a club last night and things got a little out of control." He lied.
"Alexander Luthor!" Emma exclaimed. "Those clubs are going to be the death of you!"
Lex just chuckled. "They're really not that bad, Grandma." He told her.
Emma huffed. "Barely clothed underage children dancing inappropriately while hopped up on who knows what kind of drugs and drinking themselves into oblivion is not that bad, Lex." She paused for a minute before continuing. "And if that is a little out of control," she said while gesturing at his bruised face. "I'd hate to see what would happen if things got really out of hand."
"Don't worry, Grandma," he assured her, "I'll be careful."
"You'd better." She said sternly. "Now, come over here and give me my hug and kiss."
Lex smiled at her then got up out of his chair to comply to her demands. He had just pulled back from her when his father stormed into the room.
"Alexander!" Lionel bellowed. "How dare you walk away from me? We aren't done talking until I say so!"
"Yeah, we'll you seemed to be out of things to say, so I just assumed you were done." Lex shot back.
"So, confident in yourself aren't you, Lex. You might think you're irreplaceable, but if you continue to push me you'll see just how wrong that assumption is."
Lex cocked an eyebrow at him. "What are you going to do, Dad? Start pulling the illegitimate children out of the woodwork? I can just imagine how well that will go over with the media."
"I happen to believe that any illegitimate child of mine would be less of a disgrace than you, Lex." Lionel watched with satisfaction as Lex flinched ever so slightly. He knew how to play off his son's weaknesses. He was well aware of the fact that despite his dislike for his father, Lex wanted nothing more than to please him. "But, you have a point about the press, son. Though, I'm inclined to believe that the media will take the news of my illegitimate children slightly better than your classmates will about the fact that the school freak is also a homosexual."
"Lionel!" Emma exclaimed. She was shocked at the way her son was speaking to her grandson.
"Stay out of this, Mother." Lionel told her. "This is between Lex and I. I realize he tried to come in here and hide behind you, but he's no longer a child. He has to face the consequences of his actions." He stated. "And it's high time he learned that some things are simply unacceptable!" He practically shouted directly in Lex's face.
"Why?" Lex asked quietly, so quietly in fact that his father almost didn't hear him. "Why do you care about this? You could care less about anything else I do, so why this? Why choose something I have no control over?"
"No, control over it? Don't even try to tell me that you have no control over this, Lex!" He yelled. "What is it? Huh? Not man enough for the woman? Is that it? Couldn't they accept the fact that your legs are smoother than theirs? Because that I could believe! Not this.this lack of control over who you are and who you aren't attracted to."
Lex didn't say anything. He just kept his gaze fixed on the hard wooden floor and tried to keep from flinching at the cut of his father's words.
Lionel laughed at Lex's lack of response. "What's the matter, Lex? What happened to the confidence and the cocky attitude?" He asked. "Or does that only come after you've taken it up the ass?" When Lex still didn't look at him, Lionel grabbed hold of his chin and whipped his face up. "Look at you." He sneered, his fingers digging into the already bruised flesh. "Your mother would be appalled."
Lex jerked himself free of his father's grasp. He looked at his father in disbelief, through glazed eyes. He then allowed his gaze to shift to the doorway where the rest of his family were standing, gawking at the scene before them. Mortified and ashamed, Lex quickly pushed past them and headed towards the front door. Barely stopping to grab his coat, the last thing he heard was James's "What? Beets is a fucking fairy, now?" before he hurried out the door and into the cold night air.
Lex slipped his coat on as he made his way down the front steps, down the steps, across the lawn, and onto the paved drive. He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to clear his head. And he couldn't do that in that house. As he walked down the driveway, he pulled his hat and gloves out of his pockets and put them on. Soon, he was past the gate and well on his way down the road.
As he walked he let his mind drifted back to last night's events. It had been unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The feel of Jason's solid muscles beneath his fingers and Jason's strong hand wrapped around his sex were completely different from anything he had felt. He's not sure how far they would have gone. He didn't know whether they would have kept it limited to hand jobs, or if it would have escalated into more, because the next thing Lex knew Jason was being ripped off of him by his father.
It had taken him a minute to react to the abrupt interruption. But as soon as he did, his pants were back up and he was trying to stop his father's assault on Jason. Lionel was shoving Jason, accusing him of taking advantage of his sixteen-year-old son. Lex had tried to get his father to stop, to get him to calm down. But Lionel wouldn't listen.
"Stay out of it, Lex!" He had demanded. And when Lex didn't, Lionel had lightly pushed him out of the way. However, in his rage, the light push was actually a violent shove that sent Lex flying across the room.
He had stumbled, trying to keep his feet under him, but he failed. And on his way to the floor the side of his face had caught the edge of the coffee table. The sickening sound of flesh hitting solid sharp oak drew the attention of both Lionel and Jason. And in an instant, Jason was by his side, trying to assess the extent of the damage.
Lex was seeing stars and tasting blood, and all he could hear was Jason's demands to let him see. But Lex couldn't. All he could do is lie there and clutch his face as he rocked himself back and forth. It hurt, god it hurt worse than anything he had ever experienced before. He then felt a pair of strong arms pull him close, into someone's lap. The arms just held him for a while, and then one of them slowly pried his hands from his face. If the gasp that followed was any indication, Lex figured it must have looked just as bad as it felt. He didn't bruise easy, but the pallor of his skin made even the smallest of contusions appear quite vivid.
Eventually, Lex risked a glance at his father. Lionel was just standing there with what could only be described as a thoroughly guilty expression plastered across his face. And Lex watched as the guilt turned to understanding, and understanding turned to pure fury. "Get out!" Lionel had demanded.
"No!" Jason shot back.
"This is my house!" Lionel yelled. "And I want you out!"
Lex could see that Jason was about to protest even further, so he squeezed his hand in order to gain his attention. "Just go, Jason." He told him. Jason had looked at him uncertainly for a minute. "Go," Lex repeated. "I'll be alright."
"Ok," Jason replied. He then planted a quick kiss on Lex's bare scalp before getting to his feet and heading out the door.
Once Jason had left, the room was filled with a silence that was only disturbed by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Lex sat there, on the floor, waiting for his father to start laying it on him. But he never did. And at the continued silence, Lex turned to his father. "Wow, I've rendered the great Lionel Luthor speechless." He said. When his father still didn't say anything, Lex raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "Are you really that surprised you have a gay son, Dad?"
Those words seemed to snap Lionel out of his revere. "Get up, Lex." He demanded.
Not wanting to infuriate his father anymore than he already had, Lex slowly began to make his way to his feet. His progress was hindered, however, by the pounding in his head and the dizziness that mere thought of movement seemed to invoke. This obviously didn't sit well with his father, because the next thing he knew Lionel had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet as if he were a rag doll.
Lex swayed, only remaining upright by the firm gripped his father had on his arm. He could barely make out what his father was ranting about, as his vision started to fade in and out.
"Of all the stunts you've pulled to get my attention, Lex, this one is by far the worst." He heard Lionel spat.
Lex looked at his father. "Dad," he said. "Not everything has to do with you." And that is the last thing he remembered, before waking up in his bed the next morning with a splitting headache.
Amazingly enough, his father didn't bring up the subject throughout the entire day. In fact it wasn't until after Jason had called him on the way to his grandparent's that the matter came up at all. But as with all storms, once the proceeding calm had ended, it surged in with an unmerciful fury.
Lex shivered and pulled his coat tighter around him as he continued to walk down the dark abandoned road. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to go back to that house. He was just so confused. He was being accused of being something that he wasn't even sure he was. What if it had just been a fluke? What if he had just reacted to Jason because he was an extremely horny sixteen-year-old boy, who had just been kissed by his closest friend?
He just wished he had some guidance, some one to tell him that what he was feeling was normal. He felt as if his life was one of the many fancy sports cars he couldn't wait to own that had suddenly hit a patch of black ice and was now spinning at of control at a hundred miles an hour. And being as he just got his driver's licenses, he had no idea how to prevent himself from crashing. His father was no help, because all he wanted to do was force Lex out of the driver's seat and take the wheel himself. So, Lex was stuck teaching himself. Which only proved to make things harder and take longer to overcome.
But he had to admit that, while it may be difficult, it also made him stronger. It made him self-sufficient, less dependent on others. Was he was bi-sexual? He didn't know. All he knew was that until his father had shown up, he had been having a great time.
With that in mind, Lex dug his cell phone out of his pants pocket and dialed the familiar number. After the forth ring, he had considered hanging up, but stopped when the line was picked up. "Hey, Lex," a male voice said.
"Hey, Jason." He paused for a minute then asked, "I'm not interrupting anything am I?"
"No, no!" Jason assured him. "Well, just dinner, nothing too important. What's up?"
"I just wanted to apologize for the abrupt ending of your previous call. As soon as my father found out who it was all hell broke lose." Lex told him.
"Don't worry about it. I figured something like that happened. You alright?" He asked.
Lex sniffed, the cold air causing his nose to run a little. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure? You sound a little funny." Jason said, concern evident in his voice.
"No, it's just this cold air making my nose run." Lex explained.
"Oh, I see. You running away from home?" He teased. "Because if so, let me know, and I'll join you."
Lex laughed. "As tempting as that sounds, I don't think we'd get very far before they found us." He told him. "No, I was just taking a walk, clearing my head."
"Both figuratively and literally it seems."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"How's your face?" Jason asked.
"Sore." Lex admitted. "And quite colorful."
"I can imagine." Lex heard voices in the background, before Jason spoke again. "Hey, I hate to run, but my mom's starting to nag. You have stop over once you get back from Hell, though. I still have to give you your Christmas gift."
"You didn't have to get my anything, you know." Lex told him, as he stopped to lean against the rail of a bridge the road had opened up to.
Jason snorted. "Yeah, right. Then I'd have to watch you mope around all day. No thank you."
"Gee, thanks. You sentimentality just warms my heart." He said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
"Well, I do try." Jason said through a slight chuckle. "Well, hey, I got to go. So I'll see you soon?"
"Definitely. Bye."
"Ok, see yah."
Lex felt a smile creep over his face as he put his cell phone back in his pocket. He let out a sigh and watched the steam of his breath vanish into the cold night air. He turned around and looked down at the small stream below him. He just stood there for a while watching the cold water rush over the rocks of its bed. That small phone call had helped a lot. He still didn't know if he was gay, or bi, or whatever. But he did know that he didn't have any qualms about taking his friendship with Jason to the next level. And if his father didn't like that well then fuck his father. He never liked anything Lex did anyway. Lex would handle this, just like he handled every other curve that life had to throw at him. And so far, he had managed to come out on top. As the water of the stream flowed around the barriers of the rocks, he'd surpass the barriers in his own life.
Contented, Lex glanced down at his watch. It was already eight o'clock, which meant that he'd be out there for little over two hours. He'd been gone longer than he thought. Everyone else was probably sitting in the living room right now, or in the entertainment room. But, he wasn't ready to go back yet. So he just kept walking, taking in the peacefulness of nature. The ground was covered with a think layer of powdery snow, as where the few scattered trees. The light of the moon reflected off the white ground, and the stars shown brightly in the dark sky. It was quiet, beautiful, tranquil.
The shrill of his cell phone broke through the pleasant calm. Lex pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was the house. He quickly hit ignore then simply shut the phone off. He didn't want talk to them. He just wanted to be alone.
Lex wasn't sure how much farther he had walked. But when he saw the first glimmer of lights from a nearby farmhouse, he knew it had been far, probably too far. With a sigh, he took one last look around him and started heading back to the house.
It was a little past midnight by the time he finally entered the warmth of the foyer. He shrugged off his snow-dampened coat, hat, scarf, and gloves and hung them in the hall closet. He then slipped his shoes off and began to make his way towards his bedroom. However, he stopped when he saw the light on in the kitchen. He stuck his head into the room and saw his grandmother sitting at the table, nursing a cup of coffee. "Grandma?" He asked. "What are you still doing up?"
Emma Luthor whipped her head around at the sound of Lex's voice. She jumped off her chair and pulled him into a hug. "God, Alexander, you scared the life out of me." She just held him for a minute before backing up and glaring at him. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick."
"I just went for a walk." He told her.
"You've been gone for more than six hours!" She exclaimed.
"It was a very long walk." He said smugly. Emma just continued to glare at him. "What?" He asked. "I needed to think, alright, and I couldn't do that.not here. Not with him."
His grandma gave him a slightly sympathetic look then grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. "Goodness, you're hands are like ice!" She exclaimed. "Didn't you have the sense to put any gloves on?"
"Yes, Grandma," he replied. "But like you said, I was gone for six hours."
Emma shook her head. "Sit." She ordered, before going to start a fresh pot of coffee. "I swear, Alexander, one would think you were six instead of sixteen." After getting the coffee going, she turned back to him. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to heat you up something?" She asked.
"I'm fine." He told her.
"Nonsense. I know you, Lex. You probably haven't eaten all day." With that she started rooting around in the refrigerator.
"You really don't have to do that, Grandma." He said.
"You know, I called that cell phone of yours close to twenty times. And I kept getting that infernal voice mail."
"That's because I shut it off."
Emma stopped scooping peas onto the plate she was making. "Now why would you do that?" She demanded.
Lex shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't want to talk to anyone. I like I said, I needed to think."
"Unbelievable." Emma muttered. Nothing more was said until she had slapped the plate of microwave heated leftovers and a cup of coffee in front of him. "Now, eat." She told him.
Lex chuckled a little. "Yes, ma'am."
"Don't you laugh at me, Alexander. There is nothing even remotely funning about tonight!" Emma scolded. "I have been here sitting fearing the worst for most of the night. I was just about to call the police and report you missing."
Lex looked down at the plate of food in front him. "I'm sorry." He said. "I didn't think you would worry."
"Wouldn't worry? How could I not worry? You simply disappeared." She demanded.
Lex shrugged his shoulders. "Dad never does." He lifted his bruised face and looked at her. "Sometimes I think that it would take weeks before would even notice I was gone."
Emma's expression softened. "What did you need to think about?" She asked, gently.
"A lot of things." He told her. "But mostly last night."
She nodded her head. "Your father told us what happened."
Lex sighed and rolled his eyes. "Great! I can just imagine what he told you." He scoffed.
"Well, you didn't stick around long enough for us to hear your side." She stated.
"How was I supposed to stay?" He asked. "He humiliated me in front of the entire family!" He exclaimed. "And I saw. I saw the looks on their faces. You can't tell me they would have been anymore understanding than my father was."
"Actually, I could, Lex. We had quite the discussion all through-out dinner on the topic of homosexuality." She informed him. "And despite what you might think, not everyone is as closed minded as your father."
"Oh, God. That's just what I need, my family sitting around discussing my sex life." He muttered before dropping his head into his folded arms. Having forgotten his bruise he jerked his head back up at the pain that coursed through his face. "Fuck!" He cursed.
Emma reached across the table and gently turned his head to get a better look at him. "Are you going to tell me how this really happened?" She asked.
He sighed. "Coffee table." He told her. "I fell and smacked it off the corner of the coffee table."
"How'd you fall?"
Lex rolled his eyes. "It was an accident alright. He doesn't beat me."
Emma narrowed her eyes. "I never said he did."
"No, but I could tell that is where you were going with this."
She sighed. "I just worry about you, Lex." She said.
"Well, don't alright. I can take care of myself." He then shoved his chair back and got up. "I'm going to bed." He told her before kissing her cheek and heading towards the door.
"Lex." She called, causing him to stop in the doorway. "Give them a chance. You can't expect them to change over night."
"Thanks for the dinner." He replied, before leaving the room and heading up to his bedroom.
Once in his room, Lex peeled off his clothes and slipped on a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt. He pulled back the covers on his bed and climbed in. Before shutting off his bedside light, he looked at his broken snow globe and the figure of his mother that it held within it. He slipped his watch off and set it beside the globe, before turning off the light and drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, the family sat through an awkward breakfast. No one brought up the subject of Lex's sexuality or his sudden disappearance last night. And that fact both relieved and upset him. He was relieved, because he really didn't want to discuss it. But the lack of acknowledgement of last night's happenings made him feel as if they didn't care. He had risked a few glances at his father, but the man seemed to refuse to look at or speak to him. Even James was unusually quite.
The tension seemed to ease a little once they had moved into the living room. The exchanging of gifts the main focus of everyone's attention. Lex got his usual gifts. In fact he could probably guess just who exactly was going to give him what, which sort of took the fun out of Christmas. But the one person, whom he never knew what they were going to give him, was his grandmother. And that year, she handed him a small box that contained the keys to a brand new silver-blue Porsche. To put it mildly, Lex had been ecstatic.
For the first time in a long time, Lex was uncertain about what the days after Christmas were going to bring. His father and he hadn't resolved anything. But at least his grandmother had bought him a few hours more time, before that final confrontation, as well as a means to escape if things got too serious. Therefore, it was with a bit of reluctance that Lex Luthor kissed his grandma goodbye, before walking down the front steps of her house, and climbing into his car.
TBC.
Author: MitchPell
Rating: R
Pairing: Lex/Clark
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Smallville; it's characters, DC comics, or the WB. I'm just using their stuff for a little bit of non-profitable fun.
Authors Notes: My thanks go out to Adri, my wonderful beta-reader! I had to through in all of the James. I reminds me so much of my family. My grandpa is named John, my dad is named John, and my brother is named John. Then I have an Uncle Mike and two cousins named Mike. LOL! Luckily everyone has nicknames! This is part of the Slash Advent Calendar Challenge situated at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent. This story was actually rated NC-17, but I toned it down to an R rating so I could post it here. If you are interested in reading the NC-17 version, you can find it up at my site: www.geocities.com/mitchpell.
Summary: Most people assume that the Luthor Annual Christmas Party is a big company party. But what if it isn't?
Email: mitchpell@yahoo.com
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Phaze: AGH! I can't get my review page to load! Grrr! Sorry this won't be a very personal feedback, but I can't get my review page for this fic to come up. But thanks again for the review! It's nice to know that at least one person is reading this story! LOL! Maybe it has something to do with it being a Christmas story in the middle of February. Who knows? Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter. This is where the homosexual aspect of the story starts up. I hope you still enjoy it! Thanks again for taking the time to read and review!
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A furious sixteen-year-old Lex Luthor stormed up the front steps of his Grandfather's country home. He couldn't believe he had been that foolish. He should have known better than to invite Jason up to the penthouse, but he had thought his father had gone out for the night. Plus he had never expected Jason to kiss him. Lex felt a smile creep over his face at the memory.
They had just been sitting there on the leather couch in the living room, talking amiably about nothing of importance, when Jason had just leaned over and kissed him. Lex had been so stunned that he had just sat there. And Jason, fearing that his lack of response had meant that he had made a terrible mistake quickly withdrew. As soon as Lex had snapped out of his trance, he had hastily halted Jason's frantic apologizes by shoving his tongue down his throat. Following the kissing was the light petting, which was then proceeded by the heaving groping.
Then before he knew what was happening, Lex found himself pressed deep into the couch. The last thing he wanted was for this to stop, but when he had felt Jason's hands start to undo the button on his slacks, he froze. Jason had backed off a little at the sudden tension that had invaded Lex's body. "I've never done this before." Lex had told him. And it was the truth. Sure Lex had been with plenty of girls in the past two years. But he had never even entertained the fact that he was interested in men, at least not until he had meant Jason.
When Lex first recognized his attraction to his friend he had been horrified. He had thought it was just one more thing to add to list of everything else that was wrong with him. It was another reason he was a freak of nature. So he had suppressed his feelings and attempted to hide beneath the cloak of friendship. But apparently, Jason had seen the truth. And when it became apparent that Jason wanted to do more than just make out, Lex had been extremely nervous and even a little scared.
But Jason had just smiled reassuringly down at him. "Don't worry." He had whispered in his ear before he began sucking on his earlobe. "I'll guide you through it."
"Lex!" Lionel yelled, interrupting Lex's thoughts just as he had interrupted his actions the night before. "I'm not finished speaking with you!"
Lex turned and snorted at his father. "Well, I'm through listening. So go preach to someone else." He then continued to walk up the steps, however his progress was hindered when his father grabbed his arm and spun him around.
"Don't you turn your back on me, boy!" Lionel spat. "Now you will listen, and you will do as I say, do you here?" When Lex didn't respond Lionel shook him rather roughly. "I said do you hear me!" He shouted.
"Yes!" Lex snapped, then continued more quietly. "I hear you." He kept his gaze firmly planted on the ground, unable to look his father in the eye.
"Good." Lionel said, stopping his shaking, but refusing to release his grip on his son's arm. "Now, there will not be a repeat of last night. Am I understood?"
Lex scoffed then brought his eyes up to meet his father's. "Yes."
Lionel nodded his head then let Lex go. "I'm glad to see that you've decided to see the side reason."
Lex let out a humorless laugh, as he watched his father start up the steps. "Yeah, you can be damn sure me and Jason will go to his house next time." He called out, immediately regretting opening his big mouth as he watched his father once again close the distance between them.
"You are not to have any type of relations with that boy, ever again! And if I so much as here rumors of you being with another member of the same sex, I will turn your little world into a living hell!" Lionel spat.
"Well, that will be quite the feat, considering that it already is!" Lex shot back.
Lionel chuckled. "Oh, yes. How could I have forgotten? Please forgive me, Son, for failing to remembering how cruel life has been to you." He mocked before his eyes darkened and his expression set in an icy glare. "Trust me, Lex. You have never even come close to experiencing the type of suffering I'm talking about."
Lex watched as his father went to walk away again. "Your threats don't scare me, Dad." He stated. He waited for Lionel to turn back around then continued. "You're not going to do anything to me. I'm too valuable to you." Lex chuckled at his father's almost shocked expression. "Come on, Dad. Did you really think that I'd believe for one minute that you'd actually harm your one and only heir?" He walked confidently up to his father. "You need me, Dad. I have no reason to fear you." With that Lex quickly walked past his stunned father and into the house.
Lex didn't stop walking until he was safely inside, and the door was shut behind him. He tore his coat off and shoved them towards Margaret then hurried down the hall to the kitchen. Once he had reached his destination he dropped himself into a chair and let out a sigh of relief. He could not believe the extent to which he had just mouthed off to his father. The thought was both frightening and invigorating all at the same time.
Emma Luthor gasped when she saw her grandson's face. "Lex! What happened?" However, her concern quickly turned accusatory. "Did you get into another fight at school?" She demanded.
Lex rolled his eyes. "No, Grandma." He considered telling her that he had actually had a fight with his father. But then again, he didn't think it would be wise to inform her that the reason the right side of his face was now a rather colorful collage of blues, blacks, purples, and yellows, was because his father had a rather violent reaction to finding his sixteen- year-old son engaging in sexual activities with another man. "I.it wasn't at school. I went to a club last night and things got a little out of control." He lied.
"Alexander Luthor!" Emma exclaimed. "Those clubs are going to be the death of you!"
Lex just chuckled. "They're really not that bad, Grandma." He told her.
Emma huffed. "Barely clothed underage children dancing inappropriately while hopped up on who knows what kind of drugs and drinking themselves into oblivion is not that bad, Lex." She paused for a minute before continuing. "And if that is a little out of control," she said while gesturing at his bruised face. "I'd hate to see what would happen if things got really out of hand."
"Don't worry, Grandma," he assured her, "I'll be careful."
"You'd better." She said sternly. "Now, come over here and give me my hug and kiss."
Lex smiled at her then got up out of his chair to comply to her demands. He had just pulled back from her when his father stormed into the room.
"Alexander!" Lionel bellowed. "How dare you walk away from me? We aren't done talking until I say so!"
"Yeah, we'll you seemed to be out of things to say, so I just assumed you were done." Lex shot back.
"So, confident in yourself aren't you, Lex. You might think you're irreplaceable, but if you continue to push me you'll see just how wrong that assumption is."
Lex cocked an eyebrow at him. "What are you going to do, Dad? Start pulling the illegitimate children out of the woodwork? I can just imagine how well that will go over with the media."
"I happen to believe that any illegitimate child of mine would be less of a disgrace than you, Lex." Lionel watched with satisfaction as Lex flinched ever so slightly. He knew how to play off his son's weaknesses. He was well aware of the fact that despite his dislike for his father, Lex wanted nothing more than to please him. "But, you have a point about the press, son. Though, I'm inclined to believe that the media will take the news of my illegitimate children slightly better than your classmates will about the fact that the school freak is also a homosexual."
"Lionel!" Emma exclaimed. She was shocked at the way her son was speaking to her grandson.
"Stay out of this, Mother." Lionel told her. "This is between Lex and I. I realize he tried to come in here and hide behind you, but he's no longer a child. He has to face the consequences of his actions." He stated. "And it's high time he learned that some things are simply unacceptable!" He practically shouted directly in Lex's face.
"Why?" Lex asked quietly, so quietly in fact that his father almost didn't hear him. "Why do you care about this? You could care less about anything else I do, so why this? Why choose something I have no control over?"
"No, control over it? Don't even try to tell me that you have no control over this, Lex!" He yelled. "What is it? Huh? Not man enough for the woman? Is that it? Couldn't they accept the fact that your legs are smoother than theirs? Because that I could believe! Not this.this lack of control over who you are and who you aren't attracted to."
Lex didn't say anything. He just kept his gaze fixed on the hard wooden floor and tried to keep from flinching at the cut of his father's words.
Lionel laughed at Lex's lack of response. "What's the matter, Lex? What happened to the confidence and the cocky attitude?" He asked. "Or does that only come after you've taken it up the ass?" When Lex still didn't look at him, Lionel grabbed hold of his chin and whipped his face up. "Look at you." He sneered, his fingers digging into the already bruised flesh. "Your mother would be appalled."
Lex jerked himself free of his father's grasp. He looked at his father in disbelief, through glazed eyes. He then allowed his gaze to shift to the doorway where the rest of his family were standing, gawking at the scene before them. Mortified and ashamed, Lex quickly pushed past them and headed towards the front door. Barely stopping to grab his coat, the last thing he heard was James's "What? Beets is a fucking fairy, now?" before he hurried out the door and into the cold night air.
Lex slipped his coat on as he made his way down the front steps, down the steps, across the lawn, and onto the paved drive. He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to clear his head. And he couldn't do that in that house. As he walked down the driveway, he pulled his hat and gloves out of his pockets and put them on. Soon, he was past the gate and well on his way down the road.
As he walked he let his mind drifted back to last night's events. It had been unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The feel of Jason's solid muscles beneath his fingers and Jason's strong hand wrapped around his sex were completely different from anything he had felt. He's not sure how far they would have gone. He didn't know whether they would have kept it limited to hand jobs, or if it would have escalated into more, because the next thing Lex knew Jason was being ripped off of him by his father.
It had taken him a minute to react to the abrupt interruption. But as soon as he did, his pants were back up and he was trying to stop his father's assault on Jason. Lionel was shoving Jason, accusing him of taking advantage of his sixteen-year-old son. Lex had tried to get his father to stop, to get him to calm down. But Lionel wouldn't listen.
"Stay out of it, Lex!" He had demanded. And when Lex didn't, Lionel had lightly pushed him out of the way. However, in his rage, the light push was actually a violent shove that sent Lex flying across the room.
He had stumbled, trying to keep his feet under him, but he failed. And on his way to the floor the side of his face had caught the edge of the coffee table. The sickening sound of flesh hitting solid sharp oak drew the attention of both Lionel and Jason. And in an instant, Jason was by his side, trying to assess the extent of the damage.
Lex was seeing stars and tasting blood, and all he could hear was Jason's demands to let him see. But Lex couldn't. All he could do is lie there and clutch his face as he rocked himself back and forth. It hurt, god it hurt worse than anything he had ever experienced before. He then felt a pair of strong arms pull him close, into someone's lap. The arms just held him for a while, and then one of them slowly pried his hands from his face. If the gasp that followed was any indication, Lex figured it must have looked just as bad as it felt. He didn't bruise easy, but the pallor of his skin made even the smallest of contusions appear quite vivid.
Eventually, Lex risked a glance at his father. Lionel was just standing there with what could only be described as a thoroughly guilty expression plastered across his face. And Lex watched as the guilt turned to understanding, and understanding turned to pure fury. "Get out!" Lionel had demanded.
"No!" Jason shot back.
"This is my house!" Lionel yelled. "And I want you out!"
Lex could see that Jason was about to protest even further, so he squeezed his hand in order to gain his attention. "Just go, Jason." He told him. Jason had looked at him uncertainly for a minute. "Go," Lex repeated. "I'll be alright."
"Ok," Jason replied. He then planted a quick kiss on Lex's bare scalp before getting to his feet and heading out the door.
Once Jason had left, the room was filled with a silence that was only disturbed by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Lex sat there, on the floor, waiting for his father to start laying it on him. But he never did. And at the continued silence, Lex turned to his father. "Wow, I've rendered the great Lionel Luthor speechless." He said. When his father still didn't say anything, Lex raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "Are you really that surprised you have a gay son, Dad?"
Those words seemed to snap Lionel out of his revere. "Get up, Lex." He demanded.
Not wanting to infuriate his father anymore than he already had, Lex slowly began to make his way to his feet. His progress was hindered, however, by the pounding in his head and the dizziness that mere thought of movement seemed to invoke. This obviously didn't sit well with his father, because the next thing he knew Lionel had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet as if he were a rag doll.
Lex swayed, only remaining upright by the firm gripped his father had on his arm. He could barely make out what his father was ranting about, as his vision started to fade in and out.
"Of all the stunts you've pulled to get my attention, Lex, this one is by far the worst." He heard Lionel spat.
Lex looked at his father. "Dad," he said. "Not everything has to do with you." And that is the last thing he remembered, before waking up in his bed the next morning with a splitting headache.
Amazingly enough, his father didn't bring up the subject throughout the entire day. In fact it wasn't until after Jason had called him on the way to his grandparent's that the matter came up at all. But as with all storms, once the proceeding calm had ended, it surged in with an unmerciful fury.
Lex shivered and pulled his coat tighter around him as he continued to walk down the dark abandoned road. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to go back to that house. He was just so confused. He was being accused of being something that he wasn't even sure he was. What if it had just been a fluke? What if he had just reacted to Jason because he was an extremely horny sixteen-year-old boy, who had just been kissed by his closest friend?
He just wished he had some guidance, some one to tell him that what he was feeling was normal. He felt as if his life was one of the many fancy sports cars he couldn't wait to own that had suddenly hit a patch of black ice and was now spinning at of control at a hundred miles an hour. And being as he just got his driver's licenses, he had no idea how to prevent himself from crashing. His father was no help, because all he wanted to do was force Lex out of the driver's seat and take the wheel himself. So, Lex was stuck teaching himself. Which only proved to make things harder and take longer to overcome.
But he had to admit that, while it may be difficult, it also made him stronger. It made him self-sufficient, less dependent on others. Was he was bi-sexual? He didn't know. All he knew was that until his father had shown up, he had been having a great time.
With that in mind, Lex dug his cell phone out of his pants pocket and dialed the familiar number. After the forth ring, he had considered hanging up, but stopped when the line was picked up. "Hey, Lex," a male voice said.
"Hey, Jason." He paused for a minute then asked, "I'm not interrupting anything am I?"
"No, no!" Jason assured him. "Well, just dinner, nothing too important. What's up?"
"I just wanted to apologize for the abrupt ending of your previous call. As soon as my father found out who it was all hell broke lose." Lex told him.
"Don't worry about it. I figured something like that happened. You alright?" He asked.
Lex sniffed, the cold air causing his nose to run a little. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure? You sound a little funny." Jason said, concern evident in his voice.
"No, it's just this cold air making my nose run." Lex explained.
"Oh, I see. You running away from home?" He teased. "Because if so, let me know, and I'll join you."
Lex laughed. "As tempting as that sounds, I don't think we'd get very far before they found us." He told him. "No, I was just taking a walk, clearing my head."
"Both figuratively and literally it seems."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"How's your face?" Jason asked.
"Sore." Lex admitted. "And quite colorful."
"I can imagine." Lex heard voices in the background, before Jason spoke again. "Hey, I hate to run, but my mom's starting to nag. You have stop over once you get back from Hell, though. I still have to give you your Christmas gift."
"You didn't have to get my anything, you know." Lex told him, as he stopped to lean against the rail of a bridge the road had opened up to.
Jason snorted. "Yeah, right. Then I'd have to watch you mope around all day. No thank you."
"Gee, thanks. You sentimentality just warms my heart." He said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
"Well, I do try." Jason said through a slight chuckle. "Well, hey, I got to go. So I'll see you soon?"
"Definitely. Bye."
"Ok, see yah."
Lex felt a smile creep over his face as he put his cell phone back in his pocket. He let out a sigh and watched the steam of his breath vanish into the cold night air. He turned around and looked down at the small stream below him. He just stood there for a while watching the cold water rush over the rocks of its bed. That small phone call had helped a lot. He still didn't know if he was gay, or bi, or whatever. But he did know that he didn't have any qualms about taking his friendship with Jason to the next level. And if his father didn't like that well then fuck his father. He never liked anything Lex did anyway. Lex would handle this, just like he handled every other curve that life had to throw at him. And so far, he had managed to come out on top. As the water of the stream flowed around the barriers of the rocks, he'd surpass the barriers in his own life.
Contented, Lex glanced down at his watch. It was already eight o'clock, which meant that he'd be out there for little over two hours. He'd been gone longer than he thought. Everyone else was probably sitting in the living room right now, or in the entertainment room. But, he wasn't ready to go back yet. So he just kept walking, taking in the peacefulness of nature. The ground was covered with a think layer of powdery snow, as where the few scattered trees. The light of the moon reflected off the white ground, and the stars shown brightly in the dark sky. It was quiet, beautiful, tranquil.
The shrill of his cell phone broke through the pleasant calm. Lex pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was the house. He quickly hit ignore then simply shut the phone off. He didn't want talk to them. He just wanted to be alone.
Lex wasn't sure how much farther he had walked. But when he saw the first glimmer of lights from a nearby farmhouse, he knew it had been far, probably too far. With a sigh, he took one last look around him and started heading back to the house.
It was a little past midnight by the time he finally entered the warmth of the foyer. He shrugged off his snow-dampened coat, hat, scarf, and gloves and hung them in the hall closet. He then slipped his shoes off and began to make his way towards his bedroom. However, he stopped when he saw the light on in the kitchen. He stuck his head into the room and saw his grandmother sitting at the table, nursing a cup of coffee. "Grandma?" He asked. "What are you still doing up?"
Emma Luthor whipped her head around at the sound of Lex's voice. She jumped off her chair and pulled him into a hug. "God, Alexander, you scared the life out of me." She just held him for a minute before backing up and glaring at him. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick."
"I just went for a walk." He told her.
"You've been gone for more than six hours!" She exclaimed.
"It was a very long walk." He said smugly. Emma just continued to glare at him. "What?" He asked. "I needed to think, alright, and I couldn't do that.not here. Not with him."
His grandma gave him a slightly sympathetic look then grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. "Goodness, you're hands are like ice!" She exclaimed. "Didn't you have the sense to put any gloves on?"
"Yes, Grandma," he replied. "But like you said, I was gone for six hours."
Emma shook her head. "Sit." She ordered, before going to start a fresh pot of coffee. "I swear, Alexander, one would think you were six instead of sixteen." After getting the coffee going, she turned back to him. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to heat you up something?" She asked.
"I'm fine." He told her.
"Nonsense. I know you, Lex. You probably haven't eaten all day." With that she started rooting around in the refrigerator.
"You really don't have to do that, Grandma." He said.
"You know, I called that cell phone of yours close to twenty times. And I kept getting that infernal voice mail."
"That's because I shut it off."
Emma stopped scooping peas onto the plate she was making. "Now why would you do that?" She demanded.
Lex shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't want to talk to anyone. I like I said, I needed to think."
"Unbelievable." Emma muttered. Nothing more was said until she had slapped the plate of microwave heated leftovers and a cup of coffee in front of him. "Now, eat." She told him.
Lex chuckled a little. "Yes, ma'am."
"Don't you laugh at me, Alexander. There is nothing even remotely funning about tonight!" Emma scolded. "I have been here sitting fearing the worst for most of the night. I was just about to call the police and report you missing."
Lex looked down at the plate of food in front him. "I'm sorry." He said. "I didn't think you would worry."
"Wouldn't worry? How could I not worry? You simply disappeared." She demanded.
Lex shrugged his shoulders. "Dad never does." He lifted his bruised face and looked at her. "Sometimes I think that it would take weeks before would even notice I was gone."
Emma's expression softened. "What did you need to think about?" She asked, gently.
"A lot of things." He told her. "But mostly last night."
She nodded her head. "Your father told us what happened."
Lex sighed and rolled his eyes. "Great! I can just imagine what he told you." He scoffed.
"Well, you didn't stick around long enough for us to hear your side." She stated.
"How was I supposed to stay?" He asked. "He humiliated me in front of the entire family!" He exclaimed. "And I saw. I saw the looks on their faces. You can't tell me they would have been anymore understanding than my father was."
"Actually, I could, Lex. We had quite the discussion all through-out dinner on the topic of homosexuality." She informed him. "And despite what you might think, not everyone is as closed minded as your father."
"Oh, God. That's just what I need, my family sitting around discussing my sex life." He muttered before dropping his head into his folded arms. Having forgotten his bruise he jerked his head back up at the pain that coursed through his face. "Fuck!" He cursed.
Emma reached across the table and gently turned his head to get a better look at him. "Are you going to tell me how this really happened?" She asked.
He sighed. "Coffee table." He told her. "I fell and smacked it off the corner of the coffee table."
"How'd you fall?"
Lex rolled his eyes. "It was an accident alright. He doesn't beat me."
Emma narrowed her eyes. "I never said he did."
"No, but I could tell that is where you were going with this."
She sighed. "I just worry about you, Lex." She said.
"Well, don't alright. I can take care of myself." He then shoved his chair back and got up. "I'm going to bed." He told her before kissing her cheek and heading towards the door.
"Lex." She called, causing him to stop in the doorway. "Give them a chance. You can't expect them to change over night."
"Thanks for the dinner." He replied, before leaving the room and heading up to his bedroom.
Once in his room, Lex peeled off his clothes and slipped on a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt. He pulled back the covers on his bed and climbed in. Before shutting off his bedside light, he looked at his broken snow globe and the figure of his mother that it held within it. He slipped his watch off and set it beside the globe, before turning off the light and drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, the family sat through an awkward breakfast. No one brought up the subject of Lex's sexuality or his sudden disappearance last night. And that fact both relieved and upset him. He was relieved, because he really didn't want to discuss it. But the lack of acknowledgement of last night's happenings made him feel as if they didn't care. He had risked a few glances at his father, but the man seemed to refuse to look at or speak to him. Even James was unusually quite.
The tension seemed to ease a little once they had moved into the living room. The exchanging of gifts the main focus of everyone's attention. Lex got his usual gifts. In fact he could probably guess just who exactly was going to give him what, which sort of took the fun out of Christmas. But the one person, whom he never knew what they were going to give him, was his grandmother. And that year, she handed him a small box that contained the keys to a brand new silver-blue Porsche. To put it mildly, Lex had been ecstatic.
For the first time in a long time, Lex was uncertain about what the days after Christmas were going to bring. His father and he hadn't resolved anything. But at least his grandmother had bought him a few hours more time, before that final confrontation, as well as a means to escape if things got too serious. Therefore, it was with a bit of reluctance that Lex Luthor kissed his grandma goodbye, before walking down the front steps of her house, and climbing into his car.
TBC.