10:55 - Clex, PG, 500word Drabble
Title: 10:55
Author: nevcolleil
Rating: PG
Warning: spoilers for the Smallville novel City by Devin Grayson.
Word-count: 500
Set: Sometime mid/late Season 2.
Summary: Clark was unsure of how to explain that spending three days in Lex’s company could never be a “bust”. With or without the assassination attempts and exploding meth-labs.
Author's Note: I wrote this for the 'Report' challenge at slashthedrabble. It's based on the Smallville novel City, but you don't have to have read the book to understand what's going on here.
Clark readied for bed on his final night in the city and considered the report Pete would be wanting on “Clark’s Wild Getaway With The Man Of His Dreams”. It wasn’t exactly a cheerful train of thought, but it was better than considering the many opportunities Clark had had (and wasted) to finally let Lex in on his secrets. Not to mention the many brushes with death Lex had had over the past two days while on Clark’s watch. Clark would much rather think about his failures as a horny, teenaged boy than about how close the object of his affections had come to being a victim of the yakuza.
Still. When Pete found out about Lex’s spontaneous striptease… and the Jacuzzi… And all the talk about leaving his morals back in Smallville, and that Clark still hadn’t gotten lucky… The teasing was going to be merciless.
Pete had said it himself. ‘Clark. Rich boy invited you to a sleepover in his private penthouse. If you can’t make a move now, watching that thing on SciFi about alien mating rituals… may be as close as you ever get to actually mating with an alien.’
Clark was so disheartened, he nearly missed the knock at the guestroom door. Of course, that didn’t hold back his grin at opening up to find Lex standing in front of him.
“Lex! I thought you had to be at your office.” Overseeing how LuthorCorp’s PR people handled his near abduction.
Lex lounged in the doorway, hands in his pockets and looking somehow smoother - calmer - for his ordeals with Agent Green and the Japanese mafia. He smiled and Clark felt it as a thump in his chest, a burn in the pit of his stomach.
“Well. The rest of our trip to Metropolis was a bust. I couldn’t let you spend the last night of it sitting up here alone.”
“The trip wasn’t-” Clark stopped, unsure of how to explain that spending three days in Lex’s company could never be a “bust”. With or without the assassination attempts and exploding meth-labs. He knew Lex was thinking of the expensive suit Clark wouldn’t let Lex buy him, the drinks Clark wouldn’t accept, the date with Lana (that Lex could not have realized was doomed from the beginning.)
But Clark had made it to the museum thanks to Lex. Blushing all the way through his talks with the curator because he’d realized that the “secret weapon” Lex had referred to as being Clark’s… was Lex himself.
“There’s still time,” Clark said, with a lick of his lips, stepping closer to Lex and steeling his courage.
Lex raised one brow as Clark approached. His body stilled as Clark’s drew nearer, but his eyes danced with things that made Clark’s breath catch. “At… 10:55 the night before he return home? What could we possibly do now to make the trip worthwhile?”
“Well. I thought we could-” Clark went for it.
Lex smiled into the kiss. “Hmm. It’s definitely a start.”
[ end. ]
Author: nevcolleil
Rating: PG
Warning: spoilers for the Smallville novel City by Devin Grayson.
Word-count: 500
Set: Sometime mid/late Season 2.
Summary: Clark was unsure of how to explain that spending three days in Lex’s company could never be a “bust”. With or without the assassination attempts and exploding meth-labs.
Author's Note: I wrote this for the 'Report' challenge at slashthedrabble. It's based on the Smallville novel City, but you don't have to have read the book to understand what's going on here.
Clark readied for bed on his final night in the city and considered the report Pete would be wanting on “Clark’s Wild Getaway With The Man Of His Dreams”. It wasn’t exactly a cheerful train of thought, but it was better than considering the many opportunities Clark had had (and wasted) to finally let Lex in on his secrets. Not to mention the many brushes with death Lex had had over the past two days while on Clark’s watch. Clark would much rather think about his failures as a horny, teenaged boy than about how close the object of his affections had come to being a victim of the yakuza.
Still. When Pete found out about Lex’s spontaneous striptease… and the Jacuzzi… And all the talk about leaving his morals back in Smallville, and that Clark still hadn’t gotten lucky… The teasing was going to be merciless.
Pete had said it himself. ‘Clark. Rich boy invited you to a sleepover in his private penthouse. If you can’t make a move now, watching that thing on SciFi about alien mating rituals… may be as close as you ever get to actually mating with an alien.’
Clark was so disheartened, he nearly missed the knock at the guestroom door. Of course, that didn’t hold back his grin at opening up to find Lex standing in front of him.
“Lex! I thought you had to be at your office.” Overseeing how LuthorCorp’s PR people handled his near abduction.
Lex lounged in the doorway, hands in his pockets and looking somehow smoother - calmer - for his ordeals with Agent Green and the Japanese mafia. He smiled and Clark felt it as a thump in his chest, a burn in the pit of his stomach.
“Well. The rest of our trip to Metropolis was a bust. I couldn’t let you spend the last night of it sitting up here alone.”
“The trip wasn’t-” Clark stopped, unsure of how to explain that spending three days in Lex’s company could never be a “bust”. With or without the assassination attempts and exploding meth-labs. He knew Lex was thinking of the expensive suit Clark wouldn’t let Lex buy him, the drinks Clark wouldn’t accept, the date with Lana (that Lex could not have realized was doomed from the beginning.)
But Clark had made it to the museum thanks to Lex. Blushing all the way through his talks with the curator because he’d realized that the “secret weapon” Lex had referred to as being Clark’s… was Lex himself.
“There’s still time,” Clark said, with a lick of his lips, stepping closer to Lex and steeling his courage.
Lex raised one brow as Clark approached. His body stilled as Clark’s drew nearer, but his eyes danced with things that made Clark’s breath catch. “At… 10:55 the night before he return home? What could we possibly do now to make the trip worthwhile?”
“Well. I thought we could-” Clark went for it.
Lex smiled into the kiss. “Hmm. It’s definitely a start.”
[ end. ]