-1TITLE: All I really want
AUTHOR: LauraLewis Clark/Lex
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters, they belong to the WB and various other (probably very rich) people. I'm merely borrowing the boys for some fun; they will be returned as good as new:)
SUMMARY: The boys are found out, where will their relationship go from here?
A/N: This is my first ever attempt at FanFic, so any comments/reviews would be greatly appreciated!
A/N2: In my world Clark is 17 and Lex is 21. Also, Lex may seem a little OOC - more emotional anyway- but that's down to his love for Clark. Awww.
A/N3: This chapter is unbeta-ed, so all faults are my own. Also I was on a caffeine high when I wrote this, so there are probably a lot of errors! When I next have time, I'll check it and correct any mistakes!

Chapter 2 - Dinner with the Kents

Pulling into the Kent's driveway, Lex was more nervous than he had ever been. Partly due to fear that Jonathon Kent would pull out a shotgun and shoot him right there and then, and partly due to the fact he wanted - more than anything before in his life - to be accepted. He wanted so much to be part of their close knit family, but just being accepted as Clark's lover would be enough for him. Clark's love was all he needed, but the support and acceptance of Clark's parents would make everything so much easier, and the pair of them so much happier.

Slowly exiting his car, he made his way up the steps to the door. As he reached the top step, Clark came out to greet him, "Hey. How you doin'?"

"I'll survive...I hope. Have you hidden his gun?" Lex asked, trying for humour, but sounding kind of desperate.

"Lex, he's not going to shoot you," Clark said emphatically, before softly adding, "I'd die before I let anything happen to you."

"Oh, Clark..." Lex didn't know what to say to that except, "I love you," before moving in for a hug.

Clark embraced Lex, both of them needing this connection before having to go in and face his parents, "I love you too, Lex."

They stood together for a moment, just holding each other, before Martha's voice broke in, "Clark! Dinner's ready!"

"Coming Mom!" Clark yelled back, before turning back to Lex. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Lex replied, looking up at Clark through wide eyes.

"Okay, come on then," Clark said, reaching for Lex's hand and linking their fingers together, before pulling him in for a kiss. When they broke apart, Clark turned to head indoors; their hands still entwined, Lex followed.

Martha smiled at the boys as they entered the kitchen, she was busy leaning over the stove, attending to various pots and pans. "Clark, can you set the table please? Lex would you like a drink?"

"Oh, um, no thank you, Mrs Kent," Lex said politely, suddenly missing the warmth and support of Clark, as he'd moved away to set the table.

"Okay then. And it's Martha, Lex," she said, smiling at him.

Lex just smiled in response before heading to the table to sit at the chair Clark had directed him to.

Jonathon was conspicuously absent, and Lex wondered to himself whether he was outside loading his gun.

He flinched when the screen door banged behind him, and tensed as he heard Jonathon's heavy footfalls on the hard floor.

"Hey Dad," Clark greeted him cheerily. All he received in reply was a grunt, before Jonathon headed through to wash up before dinner. Clark and Lex looked at each other nervously, before Clark moved to his usual seat, next to Lex. Lex reached for Clark's hand under the table, needing the support, this might be even more difficult than he had thought, but at least Jonathon hadn't come in carrying a weapon of any sort.

They sat in silence, looking at each other, while Martha busied herself; setting down dishes and plates, stirring pots, removing things from the oven. Jonathon returned a few moments later, Lex immediately tensing at his presence, gripping Clark's hand tighter. Clark tried to soothe him, stroking the back of Lex's hand tenderly with his thumb. Jonathon moved over to his wife, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, before taking his usual seat at the table. He turned to Lex and just glared at him, Lex tried not to flinch or fidget under the intense gaze, and was relieved when Martha sat down at the table announcing for everyone to "Eat up! Before Clark eats everything and we all starve!" Causing everyone to chuckle, and breaking the awkward silence that had descended upon Jonathon's arrival.

Seeing all the food in front of him, Lex realised that he hadn't eaten since breakfast and was now starving. Accepting the dish of fried chicken Martha had passed him, he took a few pieces before handing it to Clark, and adding some vegetables to his plate, from the various bowls placed on the table.

"Is that all you're having Lex? No wonder you're so thin." Martha said good-naturedly, trying to make Lex feel more comfortable, he so obviously looked - and most probably, felt - out of place in their quaint little kitchen.

Lex smiled faintly before replying, "Yes thank you Mrs-, Martha. It all looks so delicious, but I doubt I could manage much more. I'm really not used to eating so much."

"Okay, but there's plenty to go around if you do want some more," she replied, smiling at him.

The meal passed with light conversation, Clark talking about school and his friends, Lex adding in a comment here and there, but otherwise staying quiet.

As dessert was brought out - a lovely cherry pie, handmade by Martha - Jonathon's attention returned to Lex. Lex reached for Clark's hand again under the table.

Martha must have sensed that Jonathon was itching to say something, as she placed a bowl of pie heavily in front of him, drawing his attention away from Lex, and on to her where she gave him a hard, warning look.

They finished eating in an uncomfortable silence, everyone lost in their own thoughts, Clark surreptitously glancing at Lex.

Once everyone was finished eating and the table cleared, Martha made coffee and suggested they all move through to the living room. Lex waited for everyone else to go through, before following Clark and sitting down next to him on the sofa.

"So," Martha began, looking purposefully at Lex and Clark, "I think you boys have something to share?"

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I'm going to die. This is it... Lex thought to himself. He glanced nervously at Clark, who was obviouly feeling as bad as he was, maybe more so. Clark would know better than anyone else how his father would react to something, but this was an unknown - unexpected - situation, and none of them could anticipate what Jonathon's reaction would be.

Jonathon was again glaring at Lex, obviously expecting Lex to have done something wrong - yet again - and just waiting to hear what it was this time.

Lex swallowed audibly, trying to get his voice to work, "Mr Kent, I...We...-"

"Lex and I are dating, Dad," Clark jumped in, wanting to get this over with as quick as possible.

"Dating?" Jonathon gave a short bark of laughter, before sneering "A seventeen-year-old boy, and a grown man don't 'date.'" Turning to Lex, he demanded, "What are you after Luthor? What do you want from my son?"

By this point Lex and Clark were sitting, thighs pressed together, hands linked, trying to gain support from each others presence.

"Mr Kent- "

"Dad! It's not like that! We're in love! We're happy together!"

"Love?" Jonathon sneered, glaring at Lex, "He's a Luthor, he doesn't know what love is."

Okay, now that hurt. Just because my father is a cold, unfeeling bastard doesn't mean that I don't have feelings! That I don't understand emotions! I'm not him! I don't ever want to be him!

"I'm sorry that you seem to think so Mr Kent, but I'm not my father!"

"No? I just don't understand what someone like you wants with my son."

"Like Clark said, we're in love. I love him and he loves me. I just wish you could accept that - for Clark's sake at least," Lex said solemnly, trying not to let the hurt he felt show on his face. He at least hoped that Jonathon would view him as human, but once again he couldn't see past his surname.

"Why should I accept it? You're not going to be together for much longer anyway," Jonathon ground out, believing that Lex would leave Clark eventually.

Lex paled visibly at that comment, perceiving it as a threat; perhaps against his life.

"Jonathon!" "Dad!" Martha and Clark jumped in simultaneously, taking the comment the same way Lex had, as a threat on his life.

"We all know Luthor," he sneered the name," here, is going to leave Clark as soon as he finds something or someone better."

All three relaxed when Jonathon clarified what he had meant. But Lex was still tense, Jonathon always thought so little of him, and he was the one person Lex tried hardest to impress.

"So you'd rather I break up with Clark now? I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I love him too much to let him go just yet. I understand one day he'll probably grow out of our relationship, and I won't hesitate to stand back when that happens, but at this point in our lives we need each other,-" Lex was cut off mid-sentence.

"Clark doesn't need you, he has his mother and I, aswell as his friends. Why on earth would he need you?" Jonathon interrupted.

"Clark can tell me - and trust me - with things he can't tell his other friends. You know how 'special' Clark is, he needs someone other than his parents to talk to about things." Lex replied, implying, but not saying, that he knew Clark's secrets.

"What do you mean by 'special', Luthor?" Jonathon inquired, silently praying that Clark hadn't told a Luthor his most protected secret.

"I think you know exactly what I mean, Mr Kent," Lex replied smoothly, using Jonathon's quiet shock to establish some semblance of control over the conversation, "His abilities - the speed, strength, X-ray vision, heat vision-" That caused a flicker on Jonathon's face. Maybe Clark hasn't told his parents about that one. Uh oh. He continued, with only a minor pause, "The spaceship in your storm cellar-"

"You bastard!" Jonathon raged, as he struck Lex's jaw with a vicious right hook, causing Lex to stumble to the side, Clark reached out to steady him, Jonathon continued yelling, "That's why you want my son! You're going to use him for your dirty work! Or exploit him, cut him up - all for your own profit!" Jonathon was advancing on Lex again.

"No!" Lex shouted, "I'd never do that! I'd never hurt him! I love him goddammit! Why can't you understand that?" Lex's shouting had turned to sobbing. "I love him." he whispered finally. Holding his injured jaw, he headed for the door, unable to face Jonathon with tears in his eyes. He heard Clark calling him back, but carried on walking.

Clark didn't know how to react to what had just happened before his eyes. His father had punched his boyfriend - his lover - who had then broken down in tears and stalked out. He didn't know whether it would be wise to confront his father about it, when he was so full of anger and hurt, he thought the safest option would be to follow Lex, and let his mother talk some sense into his father.

As he was leaving the house, he froze when he heard his father's voice declaring, "You walk out of this house, don't think about coming back!"

"Jonathon!" His mother's shocked voice yelled.

Without looking back, Clark resumed walking towards the door.

TBC...