TITLE: Honesty Verses Self-Preservation: A Study in the Life of Clark Kent
AUTHOR: Nymph Du Pave
FANDOM: Smallville
PAIRING: Lex Luthor/Clark Kent
RATING: R for possible language and future sexual content.
SUMMARY: Um, yeah. Clark suddenly starts telling the truth about a few things.
DISCLAIMER: They ain't mine no matter how hard I try. And I do so want them all in their crazy, melodramatic glory.
WARNING: Sappy fluff with a little unintentional (and by that I mean the muses snuck it in there while I wasn't looking) CLana. NO! Don't go! Please, I know CLana is unnatural and against the laws of nature and sometimes just down right disturbing, but please, the CLex might be worth it. Maybe not. It's just a story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This WAS supposed to be a couple hundred words. No more than five hundred. Just a little drabble while I was at work. This was supposed to be an entirely different plot. But the plot bunny got sick and a donkey was filling in.
FEEDBACK: You know what it is. It do so gimme the heebee-geebees. But in a good way. So, please, gimme the heebee-geebees.
Chapter One
"I am going to hold an amateur singing night this Friday." Lana's eyes lit up. "Maybe I can get a Kent to join!"
"No, way, Lana. Uh-uh."
"I didn't mean you, Clark." Her 'why the hell would I ask you' tone made Lex choke on his coffee. He tried to hide the laugh, but Clark glared at him anyway. "I meant your Dad since he was in that band-thing when he was younger. He can play an instrument for the kids."
Lex smirked. "If it's for kids why can't Clark join?"
Lana looked him over, pretending to actually consider the option. "Well, he's got the same maturity level."
"How old are the kids?"
"All the way to about 10."
"Yeah."
"First of all: haha." Lex's smile was like a sexy fist to the gut. "Second: Lana that was like a century ago. But I'll ask him," he added off her look. "And, just so you know, Lana? I have a damn beautiful voice."
She gave him a sarcastic nod, exaggerated expressions included.
Lex stared at him for a moment, the cleared his throat. "I'd love to hear your voice sometime."
Clark laughed, trying to hide his shyness. Lex was probably the one person in the world he could never sing around. "The acoustics probably have to be just right. I've only ever heard it myself in the shower."
And there it was. The electricity. The chemical shock that made it so tasty and yet dangerous to be around Lex. The older boy hadn't moved, but Clark suddenly felt both too close and too far away. Lex's eyes for the briefest of moments were telling him they should just jump in the shower and see just what kind of range Clark's singing voice could get to. Or screaming voice. Either way. He could tell for sure, in that minuscule second of seconds that Lex wanted to-
A crashing plate brought the moment to a halt and Lana started. Clark looked uncomfortably around and assessing that the moment had gone unnoticed looked back to his friends. Lex looked bored and disinterested just as he did after every time they shared a look and it shot Clark's complete assurance to the bottom of some well in China.
If they had wells there.
Lana gave Clark an uneasy smile that had his heart doing flips. Had she noticed?
"Okay, guys, I'm gonna get back to work." He uncomfortable tone told him that she had indeed and he panicked inwardly. He was going to have to talk to her, not to assure her of anything, but to get her assurance. If he was right, then Lex was interested in him. Right?
"Listen, Clark. I have to get back to work as well. I have... stuff to do."
The pat on his shoulder as Lex left the Talon was nice and warm, leaving a tingly-spot, but Clark didn't take his eyes of Lana's back. He was formulating a mini-plan and lower his level of sexual excitement. Both took all the will power he had.
What had Lana been talking to him about recently? Honesty?
Yeah.
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