1st Wish List
I've been seeing these since my first Christmas on LJ, but haven't done one myself. I thought I'd give it a try. I've certainly had fun with other people's list. Apparently, it was started about six years ago by someone named tartanshell . Her guidelines and my list (Updated to be slightly less Clex-centric) are below.
( Guidelines )
It's especially rough this year, with Clark alienated once more by his peers for quitting in the middle of the football season. McCarty's broken ankle wasn't Clark's fault, but his abilities meant he heard the snap and his eyes zoned in in time to see it and... he couldn't do it, not with everything else, not with the fight he and Lex were having ~then~~. Because of the secrets, the lack of trust that they're cultivating more than their friendship these days.
So the snow that impacts with the side of his head was packed with an extra bit of maliciousness and Clark's not surprised to turn and see his ex-teammates laughing a short distance away. It's not worth it to defend himself, even though the hard packing wold have hurt someone else. But because Clark is looking at them, he sees the path of the snowballs that smack into their faces, sees Lex standing to his left, the third point in their isosceles triangle.
There's a stunned moment as the football players stand with snow on their faces, stunned by the retaliation as much as they are by the source of it. It's a scene that could get ugly very quickly and Clark moves toward Lex intending to help protect him, but the bullies reach down for snow instead of coming forward with fists, and that's... that's different.
Clark takes great care in shaping his balls; it wouldn't do to pack it into an ice ball that would cause serious damage. Still, he can make up for the extra time he takes and he times his rhythm to Lex's, ensuring their snowball quotient is one-for-one. The three jocks are a little slower, but make up for individual slowness with their extra person. All in all, it could be a fair fight.
Except Clark is an alien with superfast reflexes and Lex is a man who has a hard enough time admitting equality, let alone defeat. By the time the jocks call a tentative truce, they're covered with snow, Lex is still impeccable, if flushed and Clark's taken just enough hits to slip under the radar of notice.
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Clark doesn't know what it says, but he finds it settles some of the worry within him about the distance he was starting to believe was insurmountable. "Thanks," he says softly, shyly, letting his hands drop back to his sides.
Lex reaches out and captures one. Clark should pull away; his hands are too warm for the fact that he was just packing snow barehanded. But he can't find the energy or desire to pull away from contact with his friend and he hopes that if he needs deniability, that the layer between their skin, provided by Lex's gloves, will provide it.
He swallows at the feel of cold weather tracing over his knuckles, down the length of his index finger and back up, across the skin and veins on the back. "We should get you inside," Lex says in place of anything else he could say. His eyes are guarded and knowing when he looks up, but his hand is gentle as he brushes away a pile of snow that's fallen and formed on Clark's shoulder. "Wouldn't want you to catch a cold."
This is the part where Clark denies and reflects and hides, hides, hides. Except that he doesn't. He pulls his hand from Lex's grasp and brushes his knuckles against Lex's cheek, feeling the cold against his skin and then under his palm as he turns his hand and cups Lex's cheek.
He feels like his skin is shining brighter than the blush that heats his cheek, but it's nothing to the burn of Lex's gaze over him, recognizing exactly what Clark said without words, his admission and apology and affection. Probably his attraction, too, judging by the sudden quirking at the corner of Lex's mouth, the darkening of his eyes. "Let me take you home?" Lex asks, and Clark knows he's not referring to the farm. Nods anyway
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Holy moley! I just...I melted when Clark cupped Lex's check and when Lex takes Clark's hand and brushes snow off of him. So beautiful. What a lovely Christmas gift. Thank you so very much.
*tacklehugs you*
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It does not quite fit your prompt, but I figured you wouldn't mind overly much.
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This had Clex and a hopeful ending, that's more than enough for me. There aren't nearly enough of us writing Clex anymore. It's getting very sparse.
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