Punch Drunk Love II
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Punch Drunk Love II
Word Count: 766
Punch Drunk Love I
For Clexmas True Love Drabble Fest, prompt "Morning After"
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The sunlight impatiently streamed into the cramped apartment, determined to trespass on the morning’s slumber. Feeling too warm and a little sick, Lex, who was curled into a comma on the tiny twin bed, tried to cover his eyes to thwart the light.
“Goddammit, who opened my drapes?” he grumbled. Even living so high in the sky, he had no fondness for meeting the morning any sooner than he had to.
“There are no drapes. Just some blinds that have been bent to make a cat window.”
Recognizing the voice behind him, Lex jerked around to see its source, towering over him with crossed arms.
“It is far too early in the morning to be judgmental.”
“I- I’m not!” Clark uncrossed his arms and dropped down on the bed. “I’m just... Last night was a little...”
“What?” Lex rubbed his head and looked around the small apartment. Clark’s apartment. It was familiar because he’d bugged the place before. “Last night?”
“Ohhh. Please don’t tell me you don’t remember last night.”
Lex frowned deeply, and as he looked around the room and the previous night flashed before his eyes, he really wished he didn’t remember.
“Dammit. What was wrong with me?”
“According to Robin, I...”
“No.” Lex held up a hand. “I remember that part.” He covered his eyes. “God, do I wish I didn’t remember that part. The JLA was there, dammit.”
“You were the one who wanted to um, mess around in the lab.”
Lex pushed himself up, then set his feet on the floor and put his face in both hands.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Clark asked.
“I don’t know. Did you get gropey in front of the fools who would love to see you humiliated and in prison?”
“... Well, it wasn’t my best moment when they found out I’d let you...” Clark sighed and scooted over to Lex. He began to rub his back in circles. “It’ll be okay. They don’t have any esteem for you. They’ll spend their time mocking ME, if that makes you feel better.”
“It does. A little.” Lex lifted his head a bit and smirked.
“Oh, thanks.”
“What about...”
“What?”
“Conner.”
“Oh.” Clark rubbed his mouth. “Well. We’ll have to talk to him, I guess. A kid could find out worse things about his parents than they have a thing for each other.”
Lex angled his chin upward, slightly, and looked Clark in the eye. “Do we? Have a ‘thing’?”
“Well.” Clark rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. “You did say you loved me.”
“I...” A stripe of pink broke out across Lex’s nose and cheeks, and he abruptly stood and walked toward the window.
Clark watched Lex’s back for a moment. He’d dressed Lex that night after he had finally worn himself out. Lex looked small in Clark’s big, old shirt. Granted, Clark had felt a little bad at first. Lex had been blissed out of his mind the night before, but he had wanted it so much... It was hard to deny him. Now, Lex didn’t seem bothered by the sex they’d had (and had, and had, and had, in all kinds of positions all over the apartment); it was the confession he’d made against his will that had Lex’s heart beating so fast and had him bowing over himself so uncomfortably as he watched the sun rise over Metropolis.
Clark stood and walked over to Lex, who stiffened a little when he tried to put his arms around him, but Clark snuggled Lex to him anyway.
“Maybe I didn’t get around to saying this last night, but you had other things in mind. In the clear light of the morning, maybe you’ll finally hear it.”
Lex looked back at Clark with lips parted and brows tented with uncertainty.
“I love you, too, dummy,’ Clark whispered. Then he kissed Lex’s nose.
Lex’s mouth remained slack for a moment, then he lifted himself up on his toes to reach for a proper kiss. Clark gave it to him, gladly, and held him close and with care. The text message of warning that Clark had found when he woke that morning had come from one of the boys, and it let him know that the aftermath of their indiscretions might be more than a few tense moments with each other and awkward silences between colleagues.
Maybe Clark would show it to Lex after making him breakfast. He already knew the results, in any case. And the message hadn't been heeded, anyway. The message that read:
PLEASE WEAR A CONDOM!
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Punch Drunk Love II
Word Count: 766
Punch Drunk Love I
For Clexmas True Love Drabble Fest, prompt "Morning After"
For more lovely Clexmas drabbles and ficlets, go here to read and support the authors!
The sunlight impatiently streamed into the cramped apartment, determined to trespass on the morning’s slumber. Feeling too warm and a little sick, Lex, who was curled into a comma on the tiny twin bed, tried to cover his eyes to thwart the light.
“Goddammit, who opened my drapes?” he grumbled. Even living so high in the sky, he had no fondness for meeting the morning any sooner than he had to.
“There are no drapes. Just some blinds that have been bent to make a cat window.”
Recognizing the voice behind him, Lex jerked around to see its source, towering over him with crossed arms.
“It is far too early in the morning to be judgmental.”
“I- I’m not!” Clark uncrossed his arms and dropped down on the bed. “I’m just... Last night was a little...”
“What?” Lex rubbed his head and looked around the small apartment. Clark’s apartment. It was familiar because he’d bugged the place before. “Last night?”
“Ohhh. Please don’t tell me you don’t remember last night.”
Lex frowned deeply, and as he looked around the room and the previous night flashed before his eyes, he really wished he didn’t remember.
“Dammit. What was wrong with me?”
“According to Robin, I...”
“No.” Lex held up a hand. “I remember that part.” He covered his eyes. “God, do I wish I didn’t remember that part. The JLA was there, dammit.”
“You were the one who wanted to um, mess around in the lab.”
Lex pushed himself up, then set his feet on the floor and put his face in both hands.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Clark asked.
“I don’t know. Did you get gropey in front of the fools who would love to see you humiliated and in prison?”
“... Well, it wasn’t my best moment when they found out I’d let you...” Clark sighed and scooted over to Lex. He began to rub his back in circles. “It’ll be okay. They don’t have any esteem for you. They’ll spend their time mocking ME, if that makes you feel better.”
“It does. A little.” Lex lifted his head a bit and smirked.
“Oh, thanks.”
“What about...”
“What?”
“Conner.”
“Oh.” Clark rubbed his mouth. “Well. We’ll have to talk to him, I guess. A kid could find out worse things about his parents than they have a thing for each other.”
Lex angled his chin upward, slightly, and looked Clark in the eye. “Do we? Have a ‘thing’?”
“Well.” Clark rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. “You did say you loved me.”
“I...” A stripe of pink broke out across Lex’s nose and cheeks, and he abruptly stood and walked toward the window.
Clark watched Lex’s back for a moment. He’d dressed Lex that night after he had finally worn himself out. Lex looked small in Clark’s big, old shirt. Granted, Clark had felt a little bad at first. Lex had been blissed out of his mind the night before, but he had wanted it so much... It was hard to deny him. Now, Lex didn’t seem bothered by the sex they’d had (and had, and had, and had, in all kinds of positions all over the apartment); it was the confession he’d made against his will that had Lex’s heart beating so fast and had him bowing over himself so uncomfortably as he watched the sun rise over Metropolis.
Clark stood and walked over to Lex, who stiffened a little when he tried to put his arms around him, but Clark snuggled Lex to him anyway.
“Maybe I didn’t get around to saying this last night, but you had other things in mind. In the clear light of the morning, maybe you’ll finally hear it.”
Lex looked back at Clark with lips parted and brows tented with uncertainty.
“I love you, too, dummy,’ Clark whispered. Then he kissed Lex’s nose.
Lex’s mouth remained slack for a moment, then he lifted himself up on his toes to reach for a proper kiss. Clark gave it to him, gladly, and held him close and with care. The text message of warning that Clark had found when he woke that morning had come from one of the boys, and it let him know that the aftermath of their indiscretions might be more than a few tense moments with each other and awkward silences between colleagues.
Maybe Clark would show it to Lex after making him breakfast. He already knew the results, in any case. And the message hadn't been heeded, anyway. The message that read:
PLEASE WEAR A CONDOM!
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth.
comments posted there. Please comment there using OpenID or your DW account.