Title: In the Closet

Summary: How long can Clark and Lex hide their feelings when they can't get more than a couple feet away from eachother?
disclaimer: I don't own smallville, superman, clark, or lex. But I wish I did own lex. Then I would be a happy girl.
A/N: I just got the 1st DVD of Smallville and I've only seen 6 episodes so far, so there's probably some old information in here or something, but, oh well. It goes in the first season. And sorry if the grammar's bad in some places, I was no big shot in English class ;)
KUDOS: kudos to Ashley Robison for the initial idea for the story! Love you, girl!
warnings: hmm warnings, warnings. Are there any warnings for my story? let's see.. oh yeah... SLASH!

The door was propped open with a make-shift stopper which also happened to be an upside-down crystal bowl. The door was quite heavy and shut on it's own, so Lex had set the bowl in front of it while he and Clark put away the leftover food. Lex had held a very nice little (huge) party for people mostly between his and Clark's age, and he had invited Clark. Clark had a good time; it was nice talking to people who didn't go to school with him. Lex wanted to make as many friends as he could, of course. If he could gain their trust as people, he could gain their trust as customers.

"That turned out well," Lex commented, walking into the pantry behind Clark to put a few things on the top shelf. They heard a sound like glass sliding slowly along the floor. With sudden realization, they both spun around to stop the door, but too late. It closed with a heavy click of the lock.

"Shit," Lex breathed. He rattled the handle and pushed on the door uselessly. Clark thought of about four ways he could easily open it, but not without giving himself away.

"Don't you have the key?" he asked.

Lex shook his head, frowning, "No, I left it on the table." He hit his fist on the door and walked around the small room.

Clark thought. "Do you have your cell phone?"

Lex shook his head again, "All I get are work calls on it, so I left it in my study."

Suddenly Clark was aware of how small the pantry was and how little room he and Lex had to move.

"Back up," Lex said, easing as far back as he could without smushing Clark into the shelf. It shouldn't have bothered Clark to have a wall right behind him and Lex very close in front of him, but it made him oddly uncomfortable. He didn't like it. Lex moved forward and kicked the door where the lock was as hard as he could. It barely even budged.

"Sheesh, what's that door made of? It's awfully heavy security for a food pantry," Clark commented. He tried not to smile, watching Lex struggle to open the door like that. He imagined the look on Lex's face if he just walked up and tore it off its hinges.

Lex turned and gave Clark a look that made a small knot in his stomach. "In this house? The room was probably made to hold something other than party favors. I had the shelves put in just a few days ago," he commented, waving his hand around to indicate the shelves: four on the three walls without a door. They made for much less moving room.

Clark took a deep breath. "So, when's the next time you're expecting company?"

"Actually, I'm expecting a few people fairly early tomorrow," Lex replied, exhaling audibly, "I bet we can open this door, though."

After lots of banging, searching, theorizing, and stressing, Clark and Lex had only made a few mediocre dents in the door. Clark had to be very careful not to use very much strength and still appear as if he were using all of his effort when he rammed his shoulder against the door. After much furtive contemplation, he decided if no one found them tomorrow, he would just bust the door open and call it luck. Otherwise, he wasn't going to risk exposing his abilities.

"At least we got stuck in a room full of food," he said to Lex with a classic Clark smile.

-later-

Lex and Clark had just enough room to sit shoulder-to-shoulder on the floor, their legs comfortably extended over the length of the room. They ate snacks and tried to think of things to talk about.

"How's it going with Lana?" Lex asked, taking a bite of a roasted sesame cracker.

Clark sighed, shaking his head. "Sometimes I think she really wants to be with me instead of Whitney, but then she stays with him. I wonder if she can't make up her mind, or if she doesn't realize how she acts toward me. I suppose she wants to be friends and not betray Whitney, so, I have to respect that."

Lex shook his head. Clark was so hopeless. He clapped Clark's thigh smartly.

"You'll figure it out." But Clark wasn't paying attention. At the touch of his thigh, he felt chills go up and down his skin. It was wierd, and Clark wasn't sure it was natural. He shouldn't feel these things toward Lex, should he? Besides, Lex was older and more sophisticated, and as far as Clark knew; not gay. And as far as Clark knew, he wasn't gay.

"Alright. We're both thinking it, and I'm going to say it," Clark began, dropping his pride, "We have to take a leak somehow."

Lex let out a laugh. "I suppose if we got really desperate we could go in a jar. Close the lid. I think if we put it in the back it won't smell." But Lex looked pretty skeptical.

Clark shook his head, "No way, I can not have my own urin in the same room with me. Besides, there's no way to cover up the smell. And this is an enclosed area... isn't that intoxicating or something?" He looked around, thinking. Lex chuckled at his use of the word "intoxicating."

"I know!" Clark suggested. "We could use ziplock bags, and then we could slide them under the door!" He was half-joking, but if he got really desperate... The door was about an inch and a half off of the floor.

"No. I am not pissing in a ziplock bag."