Fic: Rules of Attraction (Smallville, Clark/Lex PG13)
Title: Rules of Attraction
Author: HYPERFocused
Theme: Attraction
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 500 (250 for Lex, 250 for Clark)
Of all the lessons his father had taught Lex, ‘Don’t want what you can’t have’ wasn’t one of them. A Luthor was entitled to anything and everything imaginable, though many desires were too unseemly to be voiced in good company. One’s baser needs should be fulfilled discreetly.
And Lex understood discretion, escaping when he needed to a club in the seedier parts of Metropolis where he could dance with a pretty bad-boy then fuck and forget him in peace, or jetting off to a distant hotspot for a weekend with the latest famous name debutante dilettante. It wasn’t that his name wouldn’t get in the papers. Sometimes it would, especially if his father hadn’t paid for such notice to be erased. But it wouldn’t matter. Regrettable as they might be, all of these trysts were forgettable.
Clark was different. His savior -- and sometimes Lex wanted to capitalize that -- his beautiful boy. The boy who didn’t even know that he was Lex’s, and Lex certainly wasn’t going to tell him.
Instead, he was going to be the close friend for which Clark’s limited experience begged. The experienced mentor, supplier of the stuff of dreams. And if Lex’s own dreams were darker, or dirtier, nobody but Lex had to know.
"I’ve never had a friend like you," Clark told him, sounding both awed and a little afraid.
"Neither have I, Clark," Lex answered, already plotting how he can get what he wants, yet cursing his likelihood to ruin it.
"Everything is ruined," Clark thought, giving voice to the fears that not only was he Smallville’s biggest dork, but he was its biggest freak, as well. It wasn’t because he kept falling all over Lana Lang, the girl he’d always thought he was in love with. It wasn’t even so much the big alien secret. His mind still couldn’t quite get around that, but he was still him, so maybe if he didn’t have to think about it, he could pretend it wouldn’t change him much.
What was changing him was the ever-growing knowledge that not only was he going to have to pass for the regular, red-blooded girl-next-door loving teenager he’d always thought he was, but he was also going to have to hide another huge secret.
Lex made his so-called desire for Lana feel flimsy as paper. Lex was like no one he’d ever met, more alien than Clark, and Clark couldn’t help orbiting him. It wasn’t the money. Sure, it was pretty cool to have a friend who could do anything one who was willing to share those opportunities with Clark, but it was more than that.
Nobody had ever looked at Clark like Lex did, like he was something miraculous. The way Lex wanted him was evident, even to Clark with his limited small town upbringing. It made Clark feel like more of an alien, it was true. But at the same time, knowing the attraction was mutual was like finding out he wasn’t alone.
Author: HYPERFocused
Theme: Attraction
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 500 (250 for Lex, 250 for Clark)
Of all the lessons his father had taught Lex, ‘Don’t want what you can’t have’ wasn’t one of them. A Luthor was entitled to anything and everything imaginable, though many desires were too unseemly to be voiced in good company. One’s baser needs should be fulfilled discreetly.
And Lex understood discretion, escaping when he needed to a club in the seedier parts of Metropolis where he could dance with a pretty bad-boy then fuck and forget him in peace, or jetting off to a distant hotspot for a weekend with the latest famous name debutante dilettante. It wasn’t that his name wouldn’t get in the papers. Sometimes it would, especially if his father hadn’t paid for such notice to be erased. But it wouldn’t matter. Regrettable as they might be, all of these trysts were forgettable.
Clark was different. His savior -- and sometimes Lex wanted to capitalize that -- his beautiful boy. The boy who didn’t even know that he was Lex’s, and Lex certainly wasn’t going to tell him.
Instead, he was going to be the close friend for which Clark’s limited experience begged. The experienced mentor, supplier of the stuff of dreams. And if Lex’s own dreams were darker, or dirtier, nobody but Lex had to know.
"I’ve never had a friend like you," Clark told him, sounding both awed and a little afraid.
"Neither have I, Clark," Lex answered, already plotting how he can get what he wants, yet cursing his likelihood to ruin it.
"Everything is ruined," Clark thought, giving voice to the fears that not only was he Smallville’s biggest dork, but he was its biggest freak, as well. It wasn’t because he kept falling all over Lana Lang, the girl he’d always thought he was in love with. It wasn’t even so much the big alien secret. His mind still couldn’t quite get around that, but he was still him, so maybe if he didn’t have to think about it, he could pretend it wouldn’t change him much.
What was changing him was the ever-growing knowledge that not only was he going to have to pass for the regular, red-blooded girl-next-door loving teenager he’d always thought he was, but he was also going to have to hide another huge secret.
Lex made his so-called desire for Lana feel flimsy as paper. Lex was like no one he’d ever met, more alien than Clark, and Clark couldn’t help orbiting him. It wasn’t the money. Sure, it was pretty cool to have a friend who could do anything one who was willing to share those opportunities with Clark, but it was more than that.
Nobody had ever looked at Clark like Lex did, like he was something miraculous. The way Lex wanted him was evident, even to Clark with his limited small town upbringing. It made Clark feel like more of an alien, it was true. But at the same time, knowing the attraction was mutual was like finding out he wasn’t alone.