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From Devin Grayson's Smallville novel, City.
Flashback to when Lex met Clark, crashing into him and flying off a bridge:
"For one awful, endless second, the two young men's eyes had locked. Even hurtling toward him at over sixty miles per hour, Lex could tell that the kid was handsome, healthy and bright - and directly in the path of his car. Oh, please don't let me kill him, Lex thought, as panic had sent icy tendrils from his stomach down though his groin."
HIS GROIN.
"Clark was unlike the unlucky victims of the freakish mutations that seemed to plague Smallville's youth. Lex felt sure the boy was made from different stuff altogether. Over time, he'd come to understand less than he'd hoped to, and more than he ever let on. Clark Kent was Lex Luthor's hobby."
...
In Lex's car on the trip to Metropolis:
"What's your secret, Clark?" Lex asked softly. "Are you ever going to tell me?"
Lex watched the teenager's bright blue eyes flutter open in surprise, the finely chiseled face turning slowly towards him.
"My secret?" Clark squeaked.
"I'm always honest with you," Lex prompted.
"Are you?" Clark asked quietly.
Lex turned his attention back to the darkening road, grinning as if in compliment of a move well played.
OH GOD JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY i mean uh JUST TELL HIM ALREADY CLARK.
And from after Lex takes Clark clothes shopping in Metropolis (which involves Lex reaching around Clark from behind to unbutton the collar of his shirt):
"No offense, Clark," Lex continued with a mischievious gleam in his eyes, "but you're not really my type."
"Oh, I know. I'm emotionally available and uninterested in your money."
"Ouch!" Lex laughed. "Is that a comment on my taste in dates?"
"Well it's just... the girls you pick. They don't... they don't really seem to be very... nice," Clark confessed apologetically. He was remembering one of Lex's last girlfriends, a beautiful brunette named Victoria who had ended up srewing Lex over, both figuratively and literally, with Lionel.
"Maybe. But at least they're not involved with someone else." Lex winked. "How long have you been in love with Lana?"
I. Just. Wow.
From Devin Grayson's Smallville novel, City.
Flashback to when Lex met Clark, crashing into him and flying off a bridge:
"For one awful, endless second, the two young men's eyes had locked. Even hurtling toward him at over sixty miles per hour, Lex could tell that the kid was handsome, healthy and bright - and directly in the path of his car. Oh, please don't let me kill him, Lex thought, as panic had sent icy tendrils from his stomach down though his groin."
HIS GROIN.
"Clark was unlike the unlucky victims of the freakish mutations that seemed to plague Smallville's youth. Lex felt sure the boy was made from different stuff altogether. Over time, he'd come to understand less than he'd hoped to, and more than he ever let on. Clark Kent was Lex Luthor's hobby."
...
In Lex's car on the trip to Metropolis:
"What's your secret, Clark?" Lex asked softly. "Are you ever going to tell me?"
Lex watched the teenager's bright blue eyes flutter open in surprise, the finely chiseled face turning slowly towards him.
"My secret?" Clark squeaked.
"I'm always honest with you," Lex prompted.
"Are you?" Clark asked quietly.
Lex turned his attention back to the darkening road, grinning as if in compliment of a move well played.
OH GOD JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY i mean uh JUST TELL HIM ALREADY CLARK.
And from after Lex takes Clark clothes shopping in Metropolis (which involves Lex reaching around Clark from behind to unbutton the collar of his shirt):
"No offense, Clark," Lex continued with a mischievious gleam in his eyes, "but you're not really my type."
"Oh, I know. I'm emotionally available and uninterested in your money."
"Ouch!" Lex laughed. "Is that a comment on my taste in dates?"
"Well it's just... the girls you pick. They don't... they don't really seem to be very... nice," Clark confessed apologetically. He was remembering one of Lex's last girlfriends, a beautiful brunette named Victoria who had ended up srewing Lex over, both figuratively and literally, with Lionel.
"Maybe. But at least they're not involved with someone else." Lex winked. "How long have you been in love with Lana?"
I. Just. Wow.