Title: Friendship. Quote series.
Author: Nafanya
Rated: PG-13, for homosexual referances
Disclamer: If they were mine, I wouldn't be sharing them. But as they are not...
Author's Notes: I took the quote and spun the story from there. Review, please :)
Friendship
"Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship-never." -Charles Caleb Colton.
Sitting on the couch in his study in the middle of the Saturday, Lex couldn't find anything better to do then look at the play of colors in his glass of scotch. Amber, brown, and different shades of red and yellow though did nothing to distruct him from the thoughts that caused his brooding. And not really brooding, because Luthors don't brood, Lex!, but not even the sunshine outside could not make him forget what exactly kept in this state.
Once again he had to face a problem of having nothing fun, or what he had considered fun once upon a time, to do on a day off. Not that he still had the same notion of the fun. Ever since he came to Smallville and met a certain boy, he tried to reshape himself for the sake of that boy. For his own sake as well, if he thought hard enough about it, but the only clear thing in his mind was the fact that he didn't want to loose a friendship he had with Clark. He would even kill for him, truth he now knew for sure.
This strange link that Lex developed with Clark was the only think that older man valued and would do anything to keep. Even supress his deeper feeling for the young man.
But thinking of those feeling didn't help at all, and Lex raised his glass to swallow his drink in one smooth gulp. He was lonely and depressed and while he wished with all his heart that Clark was with him right now, his rational mind told him that keeping Clark away while his was in one of his more vulnerable mood was a good thing, a better chance to retain their friendship.
Thus, he has to suffer through loneliness and sulking while everyone else enjoyed a wonderful autumn day, he would do it like a man.
Or at least a businessman.
Lex got up and went to the bar. After refilling his glass with scotch again, he went back to his abondaned work. Numbers and letters scattered all over the screen of the moniter and it took Lex several moments to get his consentration together enough so that they started making sense again. He immerssed into his work.
"God, I can't believe you're working on Saturday afternoon, Lex!"
The voice started Lex out of his task. Surprised grey eyes lifted up to meet amused green ones. Suddenly Lex couldn't fight his smile.
"Good thing I've got you to save me from the horrors of take home work," replied Lex, getting up and walking toward his guest. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Some water, thanks," said Clark, falling unceremoniously on the couch.
Lex took in Clark's appearence. The boy was obviously after some kind of work out. His white t-shirt was covered in some dust and sweat and his skin looked flushed.
"What have you been up to this afternoon?" asked Lex, handing the bottle to Clark.
"Playing basketball with Pete," replied Clark, unscrewing the cap.
Lex watched as the boy took bottle into his mouth and without taking another breath, drained the whole bottle in one go. But watching Clark drinking water reminded Lex once again why it was good for Lex to have his solitude to brood. Resisting the urge to touch Clark and have a feel of his gorgeous skin, he went back to his chair.
"Clark, if you don't mind terribly, I have to go back to work. God knows I have enough now that Dad can't do it."
"Oh," Clark's smile was replaced by frown. "Sorry, I didn't mean to impose. It's just that I don't see you much ever since the tornado, and you were away all this summer, and then the whole deal with that marriage, and..."
Lex listened with amusement as Clark babbled away in front of him. Finally, deciding to save the boy from embarassing silence once he ran out of the words, he interaped the boy.
"So you missed me. I've missed you too."
"Good," Clark smiled again, this time somewhat smugly. "So you don't mind spending sometime with me?"
"Clark, you know that I never mind spending time with you. I guess I should take some kind of break from all this work."
"Good for you I'm here."
"Why's that?" asked Lex.
"Why? Can you think of someone better to distruct you?"
Flirty implication of that sentance shocked Lex and he raised his brows at the teenager. He often realize that their conversations were laced with different innuendos, but this was the most obvious one of them all.
Clark also realised that. He gasped, lowered his eyes and turned red faster them usual.
"I... I just mean... you always say that you have fun with me..." the words were dripping of humiliation and unsecurity.
"I do, Clark," hurried to insure him Lex. "I'm glad you're here."
Lex went to the bar and poured himself another drink, giving Clark opportunity to gather himself up without any spectators. When he turned around, Clark was once again resting comfortably on the couch, having fought down most of his blush.
"What do you have in mind for us, Clark?" asked Lex, throwing him another bottle of water.
"How about basketball? I've never seen you sweat."
"You want to see me sweating?" asked Lex, shocking on a laugh.
"Yeah... like from a hard work, exersice," said Clark, blushing coming back with the speed of light.
"Sure," Lex was surprised.
This conversation was taking their flirting to a new level. For the first time in a long time he was actually enjoying himself, and why wasn't he surprised that Clark was the cause for his merry mood. He smiled at the boy, but then he remembered how Clark wanted him to get sweety.
"You want us to play basketball?" asked Lex, just to make sure that he heard Clark right.
"Yeah."
"Clark, I'm a businessman. Basketball is so juvenile."
"Lex, you're only 22, and there's nothing bad in playing basketball. Some basketball player are much older then you are. And we never get to do things that are not serious."
"Not serious?" Lex wasn't sure what Clark meant by that, but if the boy thought that Lex was boring, that would be bad.
"Yeah, we talk and I like our talks because they are helpful and educational and you can make the most boring things interesting. But they all about grown-up decisions, and history and philosophy. Serious."
"I see. Serious. We could watch TV, some comedy or science fiction. That won't be serious."
"But that won't be the same. Playing basketball is something that we'll do together. Watching TV is too ordinary, everyone does it, and playing basketball... Well, I'm sure you've never played basketball before."
"No, actually, I haven't. It wasn't a requirement in English boarding schools."
"Wow," Clark was surprised, really surprised. "You really, really never ever played basketball before?"
"Never ever, really - really!" Lex smiled at the expresion on Clark's face.
"Lex, that's the first sign of deprived childhood, not having played basketball," told him Clark in all the seriousness.
Lex snickered, but decided not to argue with Clark.
"All right, you've convinced me to give this whole 'basketball' thing a try. But I'm afraid I don't have the required equipment for the game."
"Well, since it's my mission to save you from the horrors of deprived experiences also, I will generously let you use my ball and hoop."
"Why, thank you, Clark, you are my hero," finished Lex with a laughter.
"You're welcome."
"Why don't I come over later, and we play then. I still have to finish my work. It's got deadline."
"Oh, sure!" Clark got up from the couch and went for the door.
"All right, Lex, I'll be on my way then. Come over as soon as you can. I bet I can teach you few things that you don't know yet."
The tone of Clark's voice made Lex think about their little flirt contest, but instead of watching Clark going through another fight with color change, he thought how lucky he was to have Clark. He would never have guessed that he would meet one of the best people in the world in Smallville, let alone that person would become his friend. And here he was, always worrying for him, always trying his best to help or to just make him feel better. His father never was the one to be a concerned and caring parent, and no matter how much fake happiness he experinced during his brief marriage, he still had the bitter taste of having been used.
So unlike his relationship with Clark. Never the one to complain about temperatures, Lex realized that no one could warm him up like Clark and his smiles.
"You know, Clark, there was a great man once upon a time who said, "Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship-never." The look that Clark gave Lex suddenly had his wonder if Clark was all too aware of the reason why the two of them always flirted with each other.
"Hey. Then you've got nothing to worry about, Lex," told him Clark looking into his eyes and smiling tenderly just before disappearing behind the door.
Author: Nafanya
Rated: PG-13, for homosexual referances
Disclamer: If they were mine, I wouldn't be sharing them. But as they are not...
Author's Notes: I took the quote and spun the story from there. Review, please :)
Friendship
"Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship-never." -Charles Caleb Colton.
Sitting on the couch in his study in the middle of the Saturday, Lex couldn't find anything better to do then look at the play of colors in his glass of scotch. Amber, brown, and different shades of red and yellow though did nothing to distruct him from the thoughts that caused his brooding. And not really brooding, because Luthors don't brood, Lex!, but not even the sunshine outside could not make him forget what exactly kept in this state.
Once again he had to face a problem of having nothing fun, or what he had considered fun once upon a time, to do on a day off. Not that he still had the same notion of the fun. Ever since he came to Smallville and met a certain boy, he tried to reshape himself for the sake of that boy. For his own sake as well, if he thought hard enough about it, but the only clear thing in his mind was the fact that he didn't want to loose a friendship he had with Clark. He would even kill for him, truth he now knew for sure.
This strange link that Lex developed with Clark was the only think that older man valued and would do anything to keep. Even supress his deeper feeling for the young man.
But thinking of those feeling didn't help at all, and Lex raised his glass to swallow his drink in one smooth gulp. He was lonely and depressed and while he wished with all his heart that Clark was with him right now, his rational mind told him that keeping Clark away while his was in one of his more vulnerable mood was a good thing, a better chance to retain their friendship.
Thus, he has to suffer through loneliness and sulking while everyone else enjoyed a wonderful autumn day, he would do it like a man.
Or at least a businessman.
Lex got up and went to the bar. After refilling his glass with scotch again, he went back to his abondaned work. Numbers and letters scattered all over the screen of the moniter and it took Lex several moments to get his consentration together enough so that they started making sense again. He immerssed into his work.
"God, I can't believe you're working on Saturday afternoon, Lex!"
The voice started Lex out of his task. Surprised grey eyes lifted up to meet amused green ones. Suddenly Lex couldn't fight his smile.
"Good thing I've got you to save me from the horrors of take home work," replied Lex, getting up and walking toward his guest. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Some water, thanks," said Clark, falling unceremoniously on the couch.
Lex took in Clark's appearence. The boy was obviously after some kind of work out. His white t-shirt was covered in some dust and sweat and his skin looked flushed.
"What have you been up to this afternoon?" asked Lex, handing the bottle to Clark.
"Playing basketball with Pete," replied Clark, unscrewing the cap.
Lex watched as the boy took bottle into his mouth and without taking another breath, drained the whole bottle in one go. But watching Clark drinking water reminded Lex once again why it was good for Lex to have his solitude to brood. Resisting the urge to touch Clark and have a feel of his gorgeous skin, he went back to his chair.
"Clark, if you don't mind terribly, I have to go back to work. God knows I have enough now that Dad can't do it."
"Oh," Clark's smile was replaced by frown. "Sorry, I didn't mean to impose. It's just that I don't see you much ever since the tornado, and you were away all this summer, and then the whole deal with that marriage, and..."
Lex listened with amusement as Clark babbled away in front of him. Finally, deciding to save the boy from embarassing silence once he ran out of the words, he interaped the boy.
"So you missed me. I've missed you too."
"Good," Clark smiled again, this time somewhat smugly. "So you don't mind spending sometime with me?"
"Clark, you know that I never mind spending time with you. I guess I should take some kind of break from all this work."
"Good for you I'm here."
"Why's that?" asked Lex.
"Why? Can you think of someone better to distruct you?"
Flirty implication of that sentance shocked Lex and he raised his brows at the teenager. He often realize that their conversations were laced with different innuendos, but this was the most obvious one of them all.
Clark also realised that. He gasped, lowered his eyes and turned red faster them usual.
"I... I just mean... you always say that you have fun with me..." the words were dripping of humiliation and unsecurity.
"I do, Clark," hurried to insure him Lex. "I'm glad you're here."
Lex went to the bar and poured himself another drink, giving Clark opportunity to gather himself up without any spectators. When he turned around, Clark was once again resting comfortably on the couch, having fought down most of his blush.
"What do you have in mind for us, Clark?" asked Lex, throwing him another bottle of water.
"How about basketball? I've never seen you sweat."
"You want to see me sweating?" asked Lex, shocking on a laugh.
"Yeah... like from a hard work, exersice," said Clark, blushing coming back with the speed of light.
"Sure," Lex was surprised.
This conversation was taking their flirting to a new level. For the first time in a long time he was actually enjoying himself, and why wasn't he surprised that Clark was the cause for his merry mood. He smiled at the boy, but then he remembered how Clark wanted him to get sweety.
"You want us to play basketball?" asked Lex, just to make sure that he heard Clark right.
"Yeah."
"Clark, I'm a businessman. Basketball is so juvenile."
"Lex, you're only 22, and there's nothing bad in playing basketball. Some basketball player are much older then you are. And we never get to do things that are not serious."
"Not serious?" Lex wasn't sure what Clark meant by that, but if the boy thought that Lex was boring, that would be bad.
"Yeah, we talk and I like our talks because they are helpful and educational and you can make the most boring things interesting. But they all about grown-up decisions, and history and philosophy. Serious."
"I see. Serious. We could watch TV, some comedy or science fiction. That won't be serious."
"But that won't be the same. Playing basketball is something that we'll do together. Watching TV is too ordinary, everyone does it, and playing basketball... Well, I'm sure you've never played basketball before."
"No, actually, I haven't. It wasn't a requirement in English boarding schools."
"Wow," Clark was surprised, really surprised. "You really, really never ever played basketball before?"
"Never ever, really - really!" Lex smiled at the expresion on Clark's face.
"Lex, that's the first sign of deprived childhood, not having played basketball," told him Clark in all the seriousness.
Lex snickered, but decided not to argue with Clark.
"All right, you've convinced me to give this whole 'basketball' thing a try. But I'm afraid I don't have the required equipment for the game."
"Well, since it's my mission to save you from the horrors of deprived experiences also, I will generously let you use my ball and hoop."
"Why, thank you, Clark, you are my hero," finished Lex with a laughter.
"You're welcome."
"Why don't I come over later, and we play then. I still have to finish my work. It's got deadline."
"Oh, sure!" Clark got up from the couch and went for the door.
"All right, Lex, I'll be on my way then. Come over as soon as you can. I bet I can teach you few things that you don't know yet."
The tone of Clark's voice made Lex think about their little flirt contest, but instead of watching Clark going through another fight with color change, he thought how lucky he was to have Clark. He would never have guessed that he would meet one of the best people in the world in Smallville, let alone that person would become his friend. And here he was, always worrying for him, always trying his best to help or to just make him feel better. His father never was the one to be a concerned and caring parent, and no matter how much fake happiness he experinced during his brief marriage, he still had the bitter taste of having been used.
So unlike his relationship with Clark. Never the one to complain about temperatures, Lex realized that no one could warm him up like Clark and his smiles.
"You know, Clark, there was a great man once upon a time who said, "Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship-never." The look that Clark gave Lex suddenly had his wonder if Clark was all too aware of the reason why the two of them always flirted with each other.
"Hey. Then you've got nothing to worry about, Lex," told him Clark looking into his eyes and smiling tenderly just before disappearing behind the door.