So, I know it's been a while (like two weeks right?), but hey, classes do that to you. I'll try to be better about it, but no promises! At least I'm still updating :D
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Updated: 09/30/2013
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"You're what?" Clark asked, but he knew he had heard Lex correctly the first time.
"I'm destroying them. I told you Clark, I will protect you as best as I can."
"But why?" Lex honestly looked surprised at this and motioned for Clark to sit with him on the leather sofa that adorned his study.
"Well," Lex began, choosing his words carefully, "I have always been intrigued by you Clark, as you are well aware by now I'm sure." Clark was silent as Lex paused. "And I'm sure you remember when I kissed you yesterday?" Clark looked away then, his jaw set in embarrassment. Lex grinned at that. "I have taken quite a liking to you Clark. That is why I'm doing this. To protect you because I care about you."
Lex let that sink in as he took one of Clark's hands in his own.
"So, do you now understand why I do what I do Clark?"
"You do know I'm only 15 right?*" Lex shrugged and a knowing smirk came over his face.
"In Earth years, sure. But you don't look it, Spaceman." Clark shook his head and pulled his hand from Lex. "I can help you forget about Lana, Clark." Clark stood up and moved away from Lex.
"This is a lot to process."
"Oh, but being told your best friend is from outer space isn't?" Lex asked harshly, standing up. "I accepted that with open arms Clark! Yet you can't understand this?!" Clark was silent as Lex approached him. "Will go away with me?"
"What?"
"There's going to be a lot of meteor rock dust in the air with them being dug up and all. I'd like you to come to Metropolis with me while they get cleared up. It won't be longer than the weekend at most."
"My dad-"
"I will talk to your dad." As Lex said this, Jonathon Kent stormed into the study. His eyes traveled between his son and Lex, who were only inches from each other.
"Clark, go wait in the truck. I wish to speak to Mr. Luthor by myself."
"Dad-"
"Now." Clark knew there was no point in arguing and turned to leave.
"I'll be seeing you soon Clark," Lex called out, making Clark shake his head as his dad stiffened, anger contorting his face. Lex just smirked as he watched the teen walk away before his face cleared of emotion and his eyes connected with the fury-filled ones of Jonathon Kent. "Good afternoon Mr. Kent."
"Drop it Lex. What do you want with my son?" Lex raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Mr. Kent, I can assure you that I don't intend to hurt your son or anything of the sort."
"And you won't get the chance. I want you to stay away from my son, my family, and my farm. I don't want you anywhere near anything that is mine." Lex's face hardened before he shook his head.
"I'm sorry Mr. Kent, but I can't do that."
"But you will."
"No, I won't." Jonathon looked like smoke would soon come curling out of his ears he was so angry. Lex stood his ground though.
"And why not?"
"For the same reason you can't stay away from your wife." Jonathon felt the color drain from his face at Lex's words. "Now, if you don't leave, I will have security escort you out, and I don't think either of us wants Clark to see that."
"Y-you… you stay away from my son," he tried again, but his words didn't hold any of the anger they once did.
"And once again, I can't Mr. Kent. You need to understand that. I can't." Jonathon huffed out in aggravation before turning to leave. "Oh, and Mr. Kent?" He stopped, but didn't turn around. "I'll be by later to discuss with you and Mrs. Kent about what I am doing around town. Then maybe you'll see I'm not the bad guy."
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That night, Clark hid out in the loft as he heard Lex's car approach. He wasn't quite ready to face the older man yet, not until he knew for sure what he was feeling.
Everything he was experiencing with Lex was so…new.
With Lana, Clark knew what he wanted; he wanted to be able to hold her, kiss her, and, well, do other things teenagers did.
But with Lex…
It was stronger.
It was intense.
He could see in Lex's eyes the desire the older man held towards him; he had always seen it, but had just chosen to ignore it. But now, now that Lex knew about him…
Lex didn't hide it anymore.
Was this both their way of opening up to them? Clark shook his head and strained his eyes to hear the conversation that was going on in his kitchen.
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"Mrs. Kent," Lex greeted the older woman as she let him into her house. "These are for you," he said, producing a large bouquet of flowers. She smiled and took them from him.
"Thank you Lex. Please, take off your jacket and have a seat. Jonathon will be here in a minute." He nodded and slipped off his long coat and hung it up on a hook before sitting down; he knew he looked out of place in this house, but he always felt at home with the Kent's; Clark and Martha to be specific. Martha came and stood in front of him, her eyes wary. "Lex…" she began, only to be interrupted by her husband, who entered then. Lex stood up and eyed him. "How about we go sit at the table?" Martha asked, sensing the strong tension between the two of them. They both nodded and followed her out of the room and to the table.
"What do you want with my son?"
"I believe I already answered that for you earlier." Jonathon grimaced and was silent.
"Lex, what are you doing around town? Isn't that why you came here tonight?"
"Yes Mrs. Kent, it is. I'm digging up the meteor rocks." They were both shocked silent as they stared at him. Martha was the first to come around. Her expression softened in understanding as she smiled at him.
"You're doing this for Clark."
"Yes. And there is something I wish to ask the both of you. There will be meteor rock dust floating around town this weekend. I was hoping, if it was okay with the two of you, that I could take Clark away to Metropolis with me, so he won't be affected by it." Martha looked at her husband, whose face was beginning to purple in anger.
"Jonathon," she whispered, putting a hand on his arm. His face began to relax, but still, he shook his head.
"I'm sorry Lex, but no."
"Jonathon! Lex, excuse us please. You'll find Clark in the loft." Lex nodded and left, leaving them alone. Martha turned to her husband, hurt in her eyes. "He's trying to help protect our son."
"Don't you know how he thinks of our son?!"
"Yes, Jonathon, I do. And I don't care. Lex cares enough to protect Clark in the way he knows best, just like we do. You have to accept that. Clark chose him to tell remember? Clark must have known what he was getting into when he decided this was the right thing to do. So please, Jonathon, don't make Clark suffer this weekend. Don't you trust our son?"
"Of course I do. It's the Luthors I don't trust." She rolled her eyes and patted his arm. "I'm going to tell Clark that he can go with Lex this weekend if he wants to. Sound good?" Jonathon grumbled, but she knew she had won that argument.
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Lex entered the loft as quietly as he could, but of course Clark heard him.
"How'd it go?" he asked, sitting up and facing the older man, who smiled through tight lips.
"About as good as it could've gone I think."
"That bad huh?" Lex shrugged and sat next to Clark, his hand finding the farm-boy's own and interlacing their fingers. Clark stared at the hands, noticing the differences; his own were tan, thick from working on the farm his whole life; Lex's were smooth and pale; they fit perfectly together. "How do you feel about me?" Clark asked, making Lex quirk an eyebrow at him.
"I believe you know the answer to that."
"I think I do…" Lex smiled and tilted Clark's head towards him. He was about to kiss him when they heard someone approach him. Clark let go of his hand and looked up as his mom came into the loft.
"Clark, your father and I decided that if you'd like to go with Lex this weekend, then it is okay with us." Lex grinned and stood up, extending a hand to Mrs. Kent.
"Thank you Martha." She smiled and nodded at him.
"Take care of him for me."
"I will."
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* Seriously, he's supposed to be like 15 in season one. Who the hell did they think they were fooling?!
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-JustMe133