Gift for BradyGirl_12! Wishing Tree
Title: Wishing Tree
From: Twinsarein To Be Revealed!
For: BradyGirl_12
Type: fic, ~6700
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Clark and Lex bump into each other a few days before Christmas, and spend the afternoon together.
Request: Christmas shopping, Christmas dinner, and snowbound
Author note: Even though I knew my dates would be after Christmas, I went with the Christmas shopping prompt. I did try to fit some food in there, however, knowing brady_girl enjoys that in stories.
Wishing Tree
Lex pulls up to the curb in his favorite Porsche, only three spaces away from the bank. Even with his life of privilege, he knows how lucky that is with just a few short days to go before Christmas. It’s a tiny pick-me-up after the exhausting meeting with his father, but he’s hoping this visit to the bank to talk about his partial ownership of the factory will be a bigger one.
He’s co-owned it with many of the Smallville workforce for six months now, and it seems to be paying off. It’s making a profit, just as it was before his father tried to shut it down. If this keeps up, he’ll be able to start thinking of making some of his more long-term goals for building up LexCorp a reality, sooner than he thought.
With his hand on the door to the bank, Lex pauses when he hears his name from a familiar voice.
“Lex! Wait up, Lex!”
A better pick-me-up he couldn’t have asked for. “Good afternoon, Clark. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”
With a small smile on his face, Clark shrugs his broad shoulders. “School just let out for Christmas vacation, and I was heading to The Talon when I saw you. Do you want to go over with me to get a cup of coffee, maybe a piece of pie, too, when you’re done here?”
This day is definitely showing signs of improvement. “I’d love to, Clark. As long as you don’t mind waiting a few minutes. I have to meet with the bank manager, but it shouldn’t take longer than a quarter of an hour.” He’ll make sure of it.
“Yeah, no problem, Lex. It’ll give me a chance to check out their Wishing Tree. I haven’t done that, yet, this year. I’m really late, with Christmas only five days away.”
About to ask him what he’s talking about, Lex doesn’t get a chance, because at that moment the bank manager spots him. “Mr. Luthor, sir? Right this way, sir, whenever you’re ready.”
Grimacing at the man’s toadying, Lex shoots a wry smile at Clark, and is pleased to get an eye-roll and small head shake. A reaction to the manager’s obsequious behavior, Lex knows.
More eager than ever to keep the meeting short, Lex is able to extract himself after only ten minutes. Hurrying away from the bank office, Lex looks around for Clark. He spots him near the entrance, close to a Christmas tree with odd looking ornaments, looking back and forth between something he’s holding in each hand.
What had Clark called it? A wishing tree? Looking at Clark, Lex knows what he’d like to wish for, but he knows it won’t do any good. It never has before.
As he gets closer, Lex can see what Clark’s holding are rectangular slips of paper, with colorful loops of ribbon through the tops, and match the odd shaped ornaments on the tree. “What have you got there?”
Head whipping around, Clark looks surprised at seeing him, which in turn surprises Lex; he must have really been caught up in what he was looking at. “Oh! Hey, Lex. Sorry, I was kind of wrapped up in figuring out which of these to pick. Your meeting was over fast.”
Shrugging, Lex moves past that comment, not wanting Clark to know he’d been so eager for his company. “So, what hard decision are you trying to make?”
“Beyblades or Bumblebee.”
Not having any idea what Clark is talking about, Lex moves closer, to see if reading the cards Clark is holding helps him figure it out. Putting a hand on Clark’s shoulder, Lex leans over. “Are those requests for gifts? Christmas gifts? Why would those be all over the tree, and why are you taking them off?”
Big green eyes focus on him, and Lex’s hand briefly tightens on Clark’s shoulder before he steps back. “Yeah, they’re gift requests. Filled out by people who can’t afford to buy Christmas gifts for their kids. One of my favorite pre-holiday traditions is to pick one out, and get a gift for a child. It makes me feel a bit like Santa, especially since it’s anonymous, as they never get to meet the gift-giver.”
Feeling indulgent, Lex gestures to the two cards. “If you’re having trouble deciding, why don’t you pick one, and I’ll get what the other child wants.”
The smile on Clark’s face makes the impulsive gesture more than worth it. “Really? That would be great, Lex. There are always so many, and not all of them get filled. I’m so glad you’re going to do one. Maybe we could shop for them together.”
Doing this means he gets more time with Clark? This day has improved by leaps and bounds, since he left the presence of his father. Of course, just leaving his immediate sphere of influence improves it, but everything else has been like icing on a Clark-shaped cake. Lex forces his mind to skitter away from that image, quickly. “I’d enjoy that, Clark. Let’s go get that coffee you were talking about earlier, and we can make plans.”
Heading across the street, they enter The Talon, and both stop to take an appreciative whiff. “Mmm, it really smells like Christmas in here, Lex. Gingerbread, cinnamon, peppermint, pumpkin pie - it’s delicious.”
“Yes, the odors are certainly pleasing, Clark. Very timely. For the size population it has, Smallville seems to know how to do Christmas right. I’ve enjoyed all the lights and decorations the town has put up.”
They stop at the counter, and without thinking, Lex places an order for both of them. “You didn’t have to pay for both of us, Lex. I invited you, so I actually should have been the one to treat us. Although, I’m impressed you know what I like so well, because you ordered exactly what I would have.”
After such a revealing display of how closely he watches Clark, Lex is glad, for once, of his friend’s naivete. Just in case, Lex tries to slide any attention from that to something more benign. “I’m sorry for ordering for you, Clark. That was rude, and quite a faux pas on my part. I didn’t even think…”
Clark waves off his apology. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t angry, or anything. I honestly was impressed. But, you really should let me pay sometimes. It isn’t right for you to treat me all the time. We should take turns, or something.”
Shaking his head in disbelief, Lex chuckles to himself, and then out loud. “Only you, Clark. I’m almost positive that no one has ever offered to be the one to pick up the check, when I’ve been around to pay. Come one, let’s go find somewhere to sit.”
Lex is happy to see how busy the place is; he and Clark are lucky to get a table. It’s another thumb of the nose at his father, just as the success of the plant is. He also likes the decorations. They are festive, without being overdone. Green garlands leading up the banisters and around the doors, fairy lights twinkling as they twine around them. A tree in one corner decorated with colorful balls and more fairy lights.
Those, together with the wonderful odors and softly playing Christmas music makes for a very festive atmosphere. Lex more than approves.
“Lex? Hey, Lex, you still in there?”
Startled, Lex comes out of his reverie. “Sorry, Clark. I got caught up in thought, for a moment. What were you saying?”
“Just voicing my opinion of what you said at the counter about paying. Don’t worry about it. But, I’m wondering what plan we need to make to get these gifts? Fordman’s should have both of the toys on the cards.”
Gesturing at the cards, Lex points out, “There’s more than toys mentioned on the cards, Clark. There are clothes, too. I’ve heard of a couple of high-end shops in Metropolis who cater specifically to children. It might be nice to make their Christmas extra special with something they can’t get around here.”
Glancing down at the cards, Clark looks chagrined. “Wow, you’re more observant than I am, Lex. You just saw the cards for just a few seconds. I’ve been doing this for years, and I never look past the toys mentioned. I’d forgotten clothes are always put on these things, too.”
Reaching out, Lex puts his hand over Clark’s. “Don’t feel bad, Clark. Toys are much more fun, after all.”
“Thanks, Lex, but I should have paid better attention. I see only what I want or expect to see, sometimes. I need to work on that.”
Lex isn’t sure how he would have responded to that. He might have reassured Clark that everyone is guilty of doing pretty much the same thing, at some point or another. He might have agreed with him, and offered to help him improve. He might have not dared to say anything, for fear of what he might have revealed.
The need to say something is rendered moot, however, by the arrival of their order. So, the conversation pauses as a waitress puts their food and drinks in front of them. Lex blinks down at the green whipped cream on top of his spiced white coffee. Mentally shrugging, he takes a sip, and decides it must just be food coloring, because there is no effect to the taste. The cinnamon, cardamon and honey are a perfect spicy sweet compliment to the bitterness of the coffee.
“Lex?”
Lex looks up from his coffee to the sight of a grinning Clark. “Yes?”
“You have some…” Clark makes a gesture towards his own nose, but before Lex can do anything about it, Clark is reaching across the table and gently swiping a finger across his nose.
Lex freezes when Clark puts his finger in his mouth, and at the same time realizes his hand is still covering Clark’s. Clark slides his finger from his mouth, and looks at Lex. His eyes widen and his hand jerks under Lex’s. He doesn’t pull away, though. Instead, his tongue peeks out to wet his lips.
Clearing his throat, Lex looks down at the slice of pumpkin pie the waitress has put in front of him. Trying to be casual, Lex lifts his hand from Clark’s and reaches for his fork. “Is this pie made by your mother?”
Clark blinks, and then looks down at his own slice of pie. “Yes, it is. I know she was making crusts this morning for several pies to bring here, so she must have delivered them while I was in school.”
Pretending to focus on his pie, Lex takes a big bite, and then doesn’t need to pretend. He closes his eyes in bliss. “Your mother is a goddess, especially in the kitchen.” He opens his eyes, only to see Clark staring at him, but then quickly look down and pick up his own drink, with a visible tremor in his hand.
For several reasons, Lex doesn’t let himself think about Clark’s odd behavior and what it might mean. Instead, he keeps his focus on more mundane things. “How’s your eggnog latte?”
Lex doesn’t let Clark’s mumbled, “It’s delicious, Lex, thank you,” deter him from trying to get back to familiar ground.
“What do you think of my idea for shopping? It could be a nice day trip.”
At that, Clark finally seems to rally. “I like your idea, Lex, I really do. It would also be fun to spend the day with you. Still, as nice as your idea is, I don’t think it’s a good one. Don’t the clothes you’re thinking of have to be cleaned in special ways? I’m not sure a family with little money would be able to take care of them in the way they need to so the clothes last.”
Grimacing at himself for yet another faux pas, Lex gestures towards his food. “I think I should focus on filling my mouth with something besides words. I seem to keep putting my foot in it. It’s a good thing you’re here, Clark, to keep me grounded in reality. I didn’t consider that, at all.”
Clark looks pleased at the compliment, but waves away the rest of what Lex says. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Lex. It is a great idea, just not practical in this situation. I think you’re amazing for even doing it at all. My other friends have their own things they do for others, this time of year, but I’ve always thought it would be nice to have someone to do it with. Even Santa has Mrs. Claus and the elves, after all.
It’s Lex’s turn to wave away a compliment. “Does that make me an elf, to your Santa? Fine, but don’t expect me to wear a pointy hat or tights.”
Clark turns three shades of red, but still manages a chuckle. “Deal. A hatless, tightless elf, it is.”
Lex wonders at the blush, but knows it will be best if he doesn’t dwell on it. Best for his continued self-control, at the very least. “I’ve never been into Fordman’s, but it probably is the best place in town to pick up what we need. Do you want to go over as soon as we finish here?”
“Shopping on the Friday afternoon before Christmas?” Clark gets a big grin on his face. “You're pretty brave, Lex. If you want to take your life in your hands, though, I’ll join you.”
Perplexed, Lex stares at Clark while they both take another bite of pie and a sip of their drinks. “Are you going to explain that comment?”
Shaking his head, Clark continues to grin at Lex, even as he takes a big drink. “I doubt you’d believe me. You’ll just have to see for yourself, in a bit.”
Sending a wry smile Clark’s way, Lex gestures at the table. “Fine, be that way, if you must. Let’s finish up here, so I can get the mystery answered.”
Talk ceases as they focus wholly on their pie and drinks. Surprisingly, Lex finishes first, and he stares a little longingly at his empty plate. “What’s wrong, Lex? You look as though your pie deserted you. Ha! See what I did there?”
Grimacing at the bad pun, Lex looks from his plate to Clark. “Very droll, Clark. I was just wondering if I dare be undignified enough to lick my plate.”
Clark gets a delighted look on his face. “I’ll be sure to tell my mom. She’ll be very flattered you even considered it, even if you don’t wind up doing it.”
Reluctantly, Lex puts his fork down and pushes his plate away. “I suppose I had better not.” Lex has been trying hard to resist his urges; to become a better person. It’s been much harder in Smallville, than anywhere else. To be faced with two great temptations at the same table - Martha Kent’s pie and, he supposes, Martha Kent’s son - is almost too much.
Taking the last bite of pie and draining his eggnog latte, Clark sprawls back with a repleted sigh. “That really hit the spot. Thanks again, Lex.”
“No problem, Clark. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I well remember how hungry a day in classes could make me.”
Looking thoughtful, Clark replies, “That’s right. It wasn’t really that long ago for you, was it?”
Shrugging one shoulder, Lex stands up to put on his overcoat, digging out a bill and not even glancing at it before throwing it on the table for a tip. “Well, college is different…”
“But, even high school wasn’t that long ago, for you.”
Feeling the need to tread carefully, even though he doesn’t understand why, Lex listens to his instincts. “I suppose, relatively, that’s true. Where are you going with this, Clark?”
Lex sees the conflict on Clark’s expressive face. He can tell Clark is struggling with telling him something, or asking him something, but Lex can’t fathom what it could be. He can see the instant Clark chooses. He lets out a deep breath, shakes his head, and lets his shoulders droop a few centimeters. “Nowhere, Lex. Just making an observation. We should get going to Fordman’s before it gets any later. I still need to get home before supper.”
Hoping to get past the strange mood Clark seems to have fallen into, and wanting to recapture the camaraderie they’d been feeling earlier, Lex bumps shoulders with Clark on their way out the door. “It’s a beautiful winter afternoon. Why don’t we walk to Fordman’s, instead of taking my car.”
Clark turns his face up to the sun and takes a deep breath of fresh air, then he turns to smile at Lex. Lex’s heart does not skip a beat. “I’d like that, Lex. Although, I’m surprised you’re willing to do it. You don’t seem to like being outside that much, especially when it’s cold.”
“There are always exceptions to every rule. As I said, it’s a beautiful day , and it should be enjoyed. Besides, it’s almost Christmas, and that can put even me in a good mood.”
“You’re right, Lex.” Clark puts his arm around Lex’s shoulders and squeezes briefly before letting go. “The crisp air feels wonderful and the company is decent enough, I suppose.”
Clark throws one of his teasing grins at Lex, so Lex grins back, glad things are more normal between them, again. The conversation stays pretty general, mostly about Clark’s day at school and Lex’s day at the plant - he isn’t about to bring up Lionel and chance really ruining the day.
Before Lex realizes how much ground they’ve covered, they’re walking up to the doors of Fordman’s department store. Clark grabs onto the door handle and flashes another teasing grin at Lex. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
Then, before Lex can actually respond, Clark is pulling the door outward. Lex actually takes a step back at the noise and chaos that erupts once the door is open. Eyes widening as he tries to take everything in, Lex tentatively steps forward. He can practically feel Clark smirking at him.
Squaring his shoulders and straightening his spine, Lex shakes off his surprise and steps boldly through the door. His ears are immediately assaulted. There is probably Christmas carols playing from speakers high over their heads, but if so, they are impossible to hear clearly over the shouting sales associates and customers; toys that have been turned on by people wanting to try them out, but not bothering to turn them off when they’re done; not to mention the shopping carts banging around and Christmas jewelry jingling.
Eyes are similarly affected, with Christmas lights strung around the shop as decorations, put onto fake trees for sale, and even on people wearing holiday clothing. Not to mention the ugly sweaters and garishly bright colors on some. Almost desperately Lex looks around for a direction to head in. He spots a sign for boys clothing, and points it out to Clark.
When he tries to figure out how to get there through the crush of people as they whiz back and forth, he feels at a loss for the first time in a very long time. Looking over his shoulder, he starts out, “Clark…”
Before he can get anything else out, he can feel Clark give a brief chuckle behind him (because he certainly can’t hear it), the his hand is engulfed in Clark’s larger one. “Follow me, Lex.”
Lex doesn’t like feeling the errant child, as he trails after Clark, but Clark is finding gaps in shoppers and merchandise with unerring accuracy, not to mention Lex likes the feeling of his hand surrounded by Clark’s, so he doesn’t pull away. Probably a mistake. Definitely a mistake. He still doesn’t pull away.
Once they’re at the boys clothing section, Clark finally lets go, and Lex mourns the loss, but shakes it off quickly. “Okay, Clark, what sizes and colors are we looking for?”
Taking out the cards, Clark looks at them carefully. “Um, size 8 and size 10. One doesn’t mention color, but the size ten likes blue. They both want jeans and long-sleeved shirts.”
Dodging out of the way of a woman towing three kids behind her and a cart in front, Lex claps his hands together. “All right, then, let’s get looking.” Department stores may not be familiar to Lex, but he does know how to shop. Not before too long, he’s slinging through racks and flipping through table displays like a pro.
The sizes are common, and the clothing department is well stocked, so it isn’t long before he has quite a pile of clothes, even if he does have to keep moving around other shoppers, and in one case grabbing for something before another person can get to it first. He has every intention of continuing to add to his pile, when a cry of gladness from Clark brings him to a halt. “I found a Bumblebee shirt! Transformers haven’t had anything new on TV in ages, so I didn’t think we’d find any clothing with their characters. What a great find. They even have it in the right size.”
Knowing he’ll give his ignorance away, but not really caring when it’s Clark, Lex says, “So, based on the graphic, I take it Bumblebee isn’t an insect in this case?”
Justifying his trust, Clark’s just sends a fond smile his way. “Yeah. Transformers are a kind of intelligent robot from another world that can turn into a vehicle. Each transformer looks like a different robot and the vehicle they change into is different, too. At least, I think so. I have to admit, I didn’t play with them too much when I was a kid, so I’m not positive each vehicle is unique to the robot. Anyway, I do know Bumblebee was one of the more popular ones; which probably explains why there’s a shirt with him on it, even though it’s been years since they’ve been on TV.”
Figuring in for a penny, in for a pound, Lex asks, “How about Beyblades?”
“They’re a spinning toy from Japan, and you’re right - they’re much newer, there might be a shirt here…” Clark moves to a different table, and gives a triumphant cheer. “You were right, Lex! They have them over here.”
That hadn’t been quite what Lex meant, but he’s willing to go with it, if only because of the happy look on Clark’s face. “Shall we grab our finds, and head over to toys next?”
Lex puts his arms around his pile to pick it up, and hears Clark gasp. “So much.”
Feeling a bit self-conscious, Lex looks at Clark. “You aren’t going to tell me it's too much, are you? It’s for kids without anything, and I thought they’d like a great Christmas.”
Clark’s arm reaches around Lex’s shoulders, as he’d done outside, and pulls Lex into a one-armed hug. “No, not too much at all, if it’s what you really want to give. I just know you wouldn't be here, spending this money if not for running into me.”
Daring to lean into the hug just a bit, even though he can’t return it as clothes-laden as he is, Lex forces himself to pull away after just an extra few seconds contact. “Maybe not, Clark, but I’m actually having fun. It’s not often I’ve been able to buy for someone I know will appreciate the gifts. Even if I don’t get to give them personally, I’ll enjoy knowing I made some child happy.”
ClarK’s eyes soften as he looks at him, and his grin gets even bigger. “You’re a good man, Lex. I think you should stop doubting that. This town has been lucky you came, and...so have I.”
The last is whispered and his are eyes very intent. Lex takes a shuddering breath in, and takes a step back. “Thank you, Clark. That means a lot. I know you have to get back home, though, so why don’t we make our way to the toys. I don’t want to make you late for supper.”
Turning away blindly, Lex starts walking, but doesn’t get too far before a heavy hand lands on his shoulder. “You’re going the wrong way.”
Clark uses his hand to steer Lex in the correct direction, and then his hand slides away - right down Lex’s spine. Lex forces his steps to not falter. Clark has been a challenge to his self-control since the day they met - when he awoke to life-giving breath from the softest lips he’d ever felt against his - but today has been in a whole other category of hard. Pun, unfortunately, intended.
As usual, Lex shakes it off, at least mentally and looks over his shoulder at Clark. “Shirts aside, I’ve never seen these items were looking for. You’ll have to be my guide on what Bumblebees or Beyblades are the best.”
“Okay, Lex, no problem, but that’ll be singular, for me.”
Perplexed, Lex looks back at Clark, again. “What?”
“You said Bumblebees and Beybladess. Plural. I’ll be getting one. Of course, you can get as many as you want. And, don’t think it escaped my notice that your got clothes of both sizes, too. I didn’t say anything, because I didn’t budget for clothes, this year, but I will next year.”
Lex didn’t doubt it. “No worries about the toys, Clark, I’ll pay…”
“No!”
Taking a step back at the vehemence in Clark’s voice, Lex wonders what he could have done wrong.
He doesn’t have to wonder for long. Instantly looking contrite, Clark reaches out to Lex - for what purpose Lex doesn’t know, as he drops his hand. “I’m sorry, Lex. That wasn’t necessary. I just don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”
Utterly bewildered, Lex has to ask, “misunderstanding about what?”
Licking his lips, Clark looks lost in thought for a moment, but then his gaze sharpens on Lex again. “You know what you said, earlier, about being happy to give a gift to a child?” Clark waits, so Lex nods, which seems to be what Clark was waiting for. “Well, that’s how I want to feel, too. If you pay for the gift, you’ll take that feeling away from me. It won’t be me giving the gift, but you. Do you see what I mean?”
The idea of someone willing to pay their own way when he is around is still a foreign concept to Lex, but he supposes it's similar to him wanting to get out from under his father’s thumb and be his own man. There are parallels between the two ideas. “Yes, Clark, I understand. I’ll try not to just assume I’m going to pay when we’re together.”
A relieved look crosses Clark’s face. “Thanks. That’s all I want. I was afraid you’d get mad.”
“I can barely imagine getting mad at you, Clark. Now, come one. No more dilly dallying.”
“Dilly dallying?”
Lex doesn’t even have to see him to hear the smirk in his question. “Shut up, Farmboy.”
A little snigger is all he gets for a response. Lex plows ahead, anyway, all his earlier trepidation of the chaos having faded away because of his focus on his goal, and the fun he was having spending time with Clark. It’s surprising how many people will get out of your way if you put confidence into your step and have a determined look on your face.
It seems Clark is surprised by it, anyway. “Wow, Lex. That was impressive. I thought it would take a lot longer to work our way through the store. You’ll have to teach me that trick, sometime.”
Feeling pleased at his accomplishment, and at impressing Clark, Lex nods his assent. “No problem. I’d be glad to...oh.”
“Oh? What’s wrong...oh. Rats.”
‘Oh’ was for the empty Beyblades display in the toy section. There was a sign on the endcap pointing down the aisle they were supposed to be in, but that was it. “That is disappointing. There are still several shopping days before Christmas. How did they manage to sell out?”
Looking crestfallen, Clark shrugs. “Well, they are the popular and new toy, this year. That’s probably why.”
Looking around for an employee, Lex asks Clark, “Do you think they keep any extras hidden out back?”
“Hidden out...No, but that’s brilliant! Not in the back, but maybe at the top. You and I are taller than most of the shoppers in here, so maybe…” Clark trails off, stands on the bottom shelf - which is probably something he shouldn’t be doing, but Lex isn’t going to tell him that - stretches his long legs up onto his toes, and starts feeling along the very top shelf.
“Ah ha!” Clark lets out a triumphant call, and holds aloft his prize.
Lex has no idea what it is, but it’s made Clark happy and he can clearly see ‘Beyblades’ emblazoned along the front, so he supposes that’s good enough for him. “Congratulations, Clark. Do you think it will be equally hard to get a Bumblebee, too?”
Looking a little embarrassed at his display, Clark steps off the bottom shelf, shaking his head as he does so. “No. Like I said before, Transformers have been out for a while. They still sell them, but they aren’t likely to sell out. Let’s look down the few toy aisles, and see if we can spot them.”
“Look down? I’d think we’d have better luck with we walked up and down the aisles.”
Gesturing at the next aisle, Clark looks at Lex wryly. “Did you forget how crowded it was?”
Embarrassed to admit that he has been so focused on Clark that he had forgotten, Lex just scowls at all the people blocking their view. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to just look down these aisles and spot them, either. There are too many people in the way.”
Pursing his lips together, Clark nods. “You’re right.” He holds out the elbow of one arm to Lex, and the one holding the toy he thrusts skyward as if holding a sword. “So, ‘once more unto the breach.’ Shall we face the enemy, together?”
Laughing at his friend’s antics, Lex shifts all the clothes he’s still holding to one arm, and goes ahead and links elbows with Clark. “Lead on, King Henry. Lead on.”
Grinning fiercely at each other, they plunge into the crowd. Lex isn’t sure when he was last in a crowd such as this. Maybe his clubbing days, except there everyone was moving together. This is more like news coverage of riots. Only the most these people are armed with are shopping carts and glares (very effective glares, actually).
Lex lets himself be pulled along, keeping his eyes open for a display of what they were looking for. When he sees a flash of bright yellow, which he now knows is the signature color of the transformer they’re looking for, he takes over the dragging, but let's Clark pluck a couple of toys from the shelves; his own hands too full.
Finally, emerging from the melee, he looks at the prizes they won. “We did well, Clark. I think there are going to be a couple of happy children in a few days.” Then, he actually looks at Clark, and has to stifle a laugh. “You look as though you’ve been in a hurricane, Clark. Or, maybe given we’re in Kansas, that should be tornado.”
Grinning wryly, Clark nods. “That's pretty much how I feel.”
Without thinking about it, Lex shoves his bundle of clothes into Clark’s arms, and starts threading his fingers through Clark’s hair, trying to straighten it out for him. “I get the hair, given how many people we had to push through, but how did you wind up with red marker on your cheek?”
Licking his thumb, he starts rubbing it over the mark which runs along Clark’s sharp cheekbone. “Ah, good. It’s coming right off. I don’t think you’ll scar, after all.”
“Lex.”
At the hoarseness in Clark’s voice, Lex turns sharply, and heads for the registers. “Come on, Clark. We still need to pay for those. By the way, where do we take them so the children get them?”
“Ah,” Clark clears his throat. “We drop them off at the bank. They take care of it from there.”
Getting to the front of the line, Lex gestures for Clark to put the toys and clothes down on the counter. “Very efficient. I approve.” Lex instructs the cashier to separate the two sizes, and he sees Clark taking off the one Beyblade shirt they’d found and the last, for now, Beyblade toy.
Walking back through town, with Clark carrying a couple of his bags, Lex tries to keep their topics of conversation light and easy. It has been a strange day; more intense than usual between he and Clark. He’d like to get back to a more even keel, for his own sanity, if nothing else, but he isn’t sure how to do it, yet.
After they drop off their purchases, with the obsequious bank manager nowhere in sight - thankfully, Lex sweeps his arm out with a flourish towards his car. “Would you like a ride home?” Honestly, he isn’t sure giving Clark a ride home is the best idea, today, but he isn’t going to leave his friend stranded, either.
It looks as though Clark might be wondering at the wisdom of them in a car together, too, but after only a brief hesitation, he nods his head. “Thanks, Lex. I’d appreciate a ride.”
As soon as they leave the downtown area, Clark gets fidgety. He also keeps taking deep breaths, but then lets them out slowly. It’s obvious he’s working his way up to saying something. Lex is about to get fidgety himself, and he’s no coward, so with his hand still on the gearshift, he bumps his forearm into Clark’s leg. “Spit it out, Clark. What has you tied up in knots? You’ve been trying to say something, all day.”
Something between a huff and a laugh works its way out of Clark’s mouth. “I should have known you’d notice. It’s just...I’m not sure I should say anything. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
Heart starting to pound, Lex wonders if he’s about to get one of Clark Kent’s secrets. “If that’s your worry, Clark, I’ll remind you I’ll do anything for my friends. That includes forgiving them. I also can’t think of anything you could do that would ruin our friendship past repairing.”
“That helps to know, Lex. The trouble is...nevermind, I’m just procrastinating.” Another deep breath is taken and released, but this time, Clark doesn’t stay silent. “What do you think about two people having a relationship when there’s a big age gap?”
The car swerves over the center line, once Lex understands what Clark is actually saying. Perhaps he is about to get a secret, but if so it is a hitherto unknown one. He quickly corrects his direction and slows down.
If this is the conversation starter, then he needs to be driving much slower than his usual breakneck speeds. His hands tighten on the steering wheel, before he answers carefully. “I suppose that depends on how old they both are. If both are consenting adults, then the age gap doesn’t matter. If they aren’t, then it shouldn’t happen until they both are.”
Lex can see Clark swallow from the corner of his eye. “So, since the age of consent in Kansas…”
God, Lex hates to say this. Really hates it. As in, he wants to agree with Clark, and not say what he knows he has to. “Doesn’t matter.”
“What?”
Lex can hear the confusion in Clark’s voice, so he clarifies. “If a person is only at age of consent in Kansas that person is still a minor. I can’t answer for someone else, but that matters to me. If you’re asking about the kind of relationship I think you are, the most important keyword in my first answer is adult.”
Turning off the main road, onto the dirt one leading past the Kent farm, Lex slows down even more. It’s hard to not say anything else, but he wants to let Clark think about what he’s said, plus Clark needs to be the one leading this conversation.
“Eighteen.” Clark’s voice holds dismay. “That’s a long time to ask someone to wait. Especially someone who’s already an adult, has already been in that kind of relationship.”
Giving a sharp shake of his head in the negative, Lex looks over at Clark briefly, before looking back at the road. “If they care enough, it would be worth the wait. An adult relationship with caring would be leaps and bounds ahead of one without it. Speaking as someone who’s experienced too many of the latter, a chance at the former would be worth almost anything.”
Clark is rubbing his palms against his thighs. “How would you know the caring was there?”
Lex can sympathize with his nervousness. His own stomach is flip flopping inside of him. “I suppose the willingness to wait would be proof of that.”
Almost audibly gulping, Clark let’s out a small, shaky breath. “And, when the minor was finally eighteen, would you…”
Quickly glancing in his rearview mirror, Lex pulls off the side of the road, never more glad for the quiet country roads as right now. The way Clark is biting his lip is much too distracting to trust his ability to stay on the road. They were almost to the Kent’s anyway, and Lex didn’t want to finish this conversation while sitting in front of their house. “I’d be on them like white on rice.”
“And, what if one of them wasn’t a...that is, what if both of them were the same...uh…”
Lex decides to take sympathy on Clark. “Let me rephrase. I’d be on them like Alexander on Hephaestion.”
Finally, the nervousness on Clark’s face starts to smooth away, and a small smile takes it’s place. “Really?”
Letting some of the heat this conversation has generated in him show in his eyes, Lex looks at Clark. “Really.”
Clark’s eyes widen, and he licks his lips. His, “oh,” is soft, filled with wonder, and a little heat of his own. “So, three years, then. Are you sure?”
Hands tightening on the steering wheel, to make sure they stay there, Lex nods jerkily, but he gets the nod out. “Yes.”
Nodding his understanding, Clark opens the car door. Expecting him to be getting out, Lex leans towards that side of the car to say goodbye. However, Clark unexpectedly leans towards him, too, and presses a quick kiss to Lex’s lips.
Before he can decide if he wants to admonish Clark or drag him back for a longer taste, Clark looks at him from beneath half lowered lids. “I know. I’ll wait, Lex. I really will. I just wanted to find out if your lips were as soft as I remembered them the day you…”
Clark’s pause lasts long enough that Lex wonders if he is done speaking, but before he can say anything, Clark finally continues. “...the day you hit me with your car.”
At that, he gets out of the car and slams the door shut. He waves, and Lex can see him shouting, “Merry Christmas!” However, Lex is too poleaxed to respond. He feels like all the breath has been punched out of his body, but strangely enough, in a good way.
Sitting there, watching Clark’s form recede, Lex feels his lips part into a huge smile, as he remembers his half-formed wish at the bank earlier, while watching Clark in front of the wishing tree. It feels strange on his face, but Lex figures that he’ll probably get used to it, if today is any indication of his future. It’s certainly looking a lot more merry and bright than it had that morning.
Merry Christmas indeed.
END
From: Twinsarein To Be Revealed!
For: BradyGirl_12
Type: fic, ~6700
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Clark and Lex bump into each other a few days before Christmas, and spend the afternoon together.
Request: Christmas shopping, Christmas dinner, and snowbound
Author note: Even though I knew my dates would be after Christmas, I went with the Christmas shopping prompt. I did try to fit some food in there, however, knowing brady_girl enjoys that in stories.
Wishing Tree
Lex pulls up to the curb in his favorite Porsche, only three spaces away from the bank. Even with his life of privilege, he knows how lucky that is with just a few short days to go before Christmas. It’s a tiny pick-me-up after the exhausting meeting with his father, but he’s hoping this visit to the bank to talk about his partial ownership of the factory will be a bigger one.
He’s co-owned it with many of the Smallville workforce for six months now, and it seems to be paying off. It’s making a profit, just as it was before his father tried to shut it down. If this keeps up, he’ll be able to start thinking of making some of his more long-term goals for building up LexCorp a reality, sooner than he thought.
With his hand on the door to the bank, Lex pauses when he hears his name from a familiar voice.
“Lex! Wait up, Lex!”
A better pick-me-up he couldn’t have asked for. “Good afternoon, Clark. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”
With a small smile on his face, Clark shrugs his broad shoulders. “School just let out for Christmas vacation, and I was heading to The Talon when I saw you. Do you want to go over with me to get a cup of coffee, maybe a piece of pie, too, when you’re done here?”
This day is definitely showing signs of improvement. “I’d love to, Clark. As long as you don’t mind waiting a few minutes. I have to meet with the bank manager, but it shouldn’t take longer than a quarter of an hour.” He’ll make sure of it.
“Yeah, no problem, Lex. It’ll give me a chance to check out their Wishing Tree. I haven’t done that, yet, this year. I’m really late, with Christmas only five days away.”
About to ask him what he’s talking about, Lex doesn’t get a chance, because at that moment the bank manager spots him. “Mr. Luthor, sir? Right this way, sir, whenever you’re ready.”
Grimacing at the man’s toadying, Lex shoots a wry smile at Clark, and is pleased to get an eye-roll and small head shake. A reaction to the manager’s obsequious behavior, Lex knows.
More eager than ever to keep the meeting short, Lex is able to extract himself after only ten minutes. Hurrying away from the bank office, Lex looks around for Clark. He spots him near the entrance, close to a Christmas tree with odd looking ornaments, looking back and forth between something he’s holding in each hand.
What had Clark called it? A wishing tree? Looking at Clark, Lex knows what he’d like to wish for, but he knows it won’t do any good. It never has before.
As he gets closer, Lex can see what Clark’s holding are rectangular slips of paper, with colorful loops of ribbon through the tops, and match the odd shaped ornaments on the tree. “What have you got there?”
Head whipping around, Clark looks surprised at seeing him, which in turn surprises Lex; he must have really been caught up in what he was looking at. “Oh! Hey, Lex. Sorry, I was kind of wrapped up in figuring out which of these to pick. Your meeting was over fast.”
Shrugging, Lex moves past that comment, not wanting Clark to know he’d been so eager for his company. “So, what hard decision are you trying to make?”
“Beyblades or Bumblebee.”
Not having any idea what Clark is talking about, Lex moves closer, to see if reading the cards Clark is holding helps him figure it out. Putting a hand on Clark’s shoulder, Lex leans over. “Are those requests for gifts? Christmas gifts? Why would those be all over the tree, and why are you taking them off?”
Big green eyes focus on him, and Lex’s hand briefly tightens on Clark’s shoulder before he steps back. “Yeah, they’re gift requests. Filled out by people who can’t afford to buy Christmas gifts for their kids. One of my favorite pre-holiday traditions is to pick one out, and get a gift for a child. It makes me feel a bit like Santa, especially since it’s anonymous, as they never get to meet the gift-giver.”
Feeling indulgent, Lex gestures to the two cards. “If you’re having trouble deciding, why don’t you pick one, and I’ll get what the other child wants.”
The smile on Clark’s face makes the impulsive gesture more than worth it. “Really? That would be great, Lex. There are always so many, and not all of them get filled. I’m so glad you’re going to do one. Maybe we could shop for them together.”
Doing this means he gets more time with Clark? This day has improved by leaps and bounds, since he left the presence of his father. Of course, just leaving his immediate sphere of influence improves it, but everything else has been like icing on a Clark-shaped cake. Lex forces his mind to skitter away from that image, quickly. “I’d enjoy that, Clark. Let’s go get that coffee you were talking about earlier, and we can make plans.”
Heading across the street, they enter The Talon, and both stop to take an appreciative whiff. “Mmm, it really smells like Christmas in here, Lex. Gingerbread, cinnamon, peppermint, pumpkin pie - it’s delicious.”
“Yes, the odors are certainly pleasing, Clark. Very timely. For the size population it has, Smallville seems to know how to do Christmas right. I’ve enjoyed all the lights and decorations the town has put up.”
They stop at the counter, and without thinking, Lex places an order for both of them. “You didn’t have to pay for both of us, Lex. I invited you, so I actually should have been the one to treat us. Although, I’m impressed you know what I like so well, because you ordered exactly what I would have.”
After such a revealing display of how closely he watches Clark, Lex is glad, for once, of his friend’s naivete. Just in case, Lex tries to slide any attention from that to something more benign. “I’m sorry for ordering for you, Clark. That was rude, and quite a faux pas on my part. I didn’t even think…”
Clark waves off his apology. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t angry, or anything. I honestly was impressed. But, you really should let me pay sometimes. It isn’t right for you to treat me all the time. We should take turns, or something.”
Shaking his head in disbelief, Lex chuckles to himself, and then out loud. “Only you, Clark. I’m almost positive that no one has ever offered to be the one to pick up the check, when I’ve been around to pay. Come one, let’s go find somewhere to sit.”
Lex is happy to see how busy the place is; he and Clark are lucky to get a table. It’s another thumb of the nose at his father, just as the success of the plant is. He also likes the decorations. They are festive, without being overdone. Green garlands leading up the banisters and around the doors, fairy lights twinkling as they twine around them. A tree in one corner decorated with colorful balls and more fairy lights.
Those, together with the wonderful odors and softly playing Christmas music makes for a very festive atmosphere. Lex more than approves.
“Lex? Hey, Lex, you still in there?”
Startled, Lex comes out of his reverie. “Sorry, Clark. I got caught up in thought, for a moment. What were you saying?”
“Just voicing my opinion of what you said at the counter about paying. Don’t worry about it. But, I’m wondering what plan we need to make to get these gifts? Fordman’s should have both of the toys on the cards.”
Gesturing at the cards, Lex points out, “There’s more than toys mentioned on the cards, Clark. There are clothes, too. I’ve heard of a couple of high-end shops in Metropolis who cater specifically to children. It might be nice to make their Christmas extra special with something they can’t get around here.”
Glancing down at the cards, Clark looks chagrined. “Wow, you’re more observant than I am, Lex. You just saw the cards for just a few seconds. I’ve been doing this for years, and I never look past the toys mentioned. I’d forgotten clothes are always put on these things, too.”
Reaching out, Lex puts his hand over Clark’s. “Don’t feel bad, Clark. Toys are much more fun, after all.”
“Thanks, Lex, but I should have paid better attention. I see only what I want or expect to see, sometimes. I need to work on that.”
Lex isn’t sure how he would have responded to that. He might have reassured Clark that everyone is guilty of doing pretty much the same thing, at some point or another. He might have agreed with him, and offered to help him improve. He might have not dared to say anything, for fear of what he might have revealed.
The need to say something is rendered moot, however, by the arrival of their order. So, the conversation pauses as a waitress puts their food and drinks in front of them. Lex blinks down at the green whipped cream on top of his spiced white coffee. Mentally shrugging, he takes a sip, and decides it must just be food coloring, because there is no effect to the taste. The cinnamon, cardamon and honey are a perfect spicy sweet compliment to the bitterness of the coffee.
“Lex?”
Lex looks up from his coffee to the sight of a grinning Clark. “Yes?”
“You have some…” Clark makes a gesture towards his own nose, but before Lex can do anything about it, Clark is reaching across the table and gently swiping a finger across his nose.
Lex freezes when Clark puts his finger in his mouth, and at the same time realizes his hand is still covering Clark’s. Clark slides his finger from his mouth, and looks at Lex. His eyes widen and his hand jerks under Lex’s. He doesn’t pull away, though. Instead, his tongue peeks out to wet his lips.
Clearing his throat, Lex looks down at the slice of pumpkin pie the waitress has put in front of him. Trying to be casual, Lex lifts his hand from Clark’s and reaches for his fork. “Is this pie made by your mother?”
Clark blinks, and then looks down at his own slice of pie. “Yes, it is. I know she was making crusts this morning for several pies to bring here, so she must have delivered them while I was in school.”
Pretending to focus on his pie, Lex takes a big bite, and then doesn’t need to pretend. He closes his eyes in bliss. “Your mother is a goddess, especially in the kitchen.” He opens his eyes, only to see Clark staring at him, but then quickly look down and pick up his own drink, with a visible tremor in his hand.
For several reasons, Lex doesn’t let himself think about Clark’s odd behavior and what it might mean. Instead, he keeps his focus on more mundane things. “How’s your eggnog latte?”
Lex doesn’t let Clark’s mumbled, “It’s delicious, Lex, thank you,” deter him from trying to get back to familiar ground.
“What do you think of my idea for shopping? It could be a nice day trip.”
At that, Clark finally seems to rally. “I like your idea, Lex, I really do. It would also be fun to spend the day with you. Still, as nice as your idea is, I don’t think it’s a good one. Don’t the clothes you’re thinking of have to be cleaned in special ways? I’m not sure a family with little money would be able to take care of them in the way they need to so the clothes last.”
Grimacing at himself for yet another faux pas, Lex gestures towards his food. “I think I should focus on filling my mouth with something besides words. I seem to keep putting my foot in it. It’s a good thing you’re here, Clark, to keep me grounded in reality. I didn’t consider that, at all.”
Clark looks pleased at the compliment, but waves away the rest of what Lex says. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Lex. It is a great idea, just not practical in this situation. I think you’re amazing for even doing it at all. My other friends have their own things they do for others, this time of year, but I’ve always thought it would be nice to have someone to do it with. Even Santa has Mrs. Claus and the elves, after all.
It’s Lex’s turn to wave away a compliment. “Does that make me an elf, to your Santa? Fine, but don’t expect me to wear a pointy hat or tights.”
Clark turns three shades of red, but still manages a chuckle. “Deal. A hatless, tightless elf, it is.”
Lex wonders at the blush, but knows it will be best if he doesn’t dwell on it. Best for his continued self-control, at the very least. “I’ve never been into Fordman’s, but it probably is the best place in town to pick up what we need. Do you want to go over as soon as we finish here?”
“Shopping on the Friday afternoon before Christmas?” Clark gets a big grin on his face. “You're pretty brave, Lex. If you want to take your life in your hands, though, I’ll join you.”
Perplexed, Lex stares at Clark while they both take another bite of pie and a sip of their drinks. “Are you going to explain that comment?”
Shaking his head, Clark continues to grin at Lex, even as he takes a big drink. “I doubt you’d believe me. You’ll just have to see for yourself, in a bit.”
Sending a wry smile Clark’s way, Lex gestures at the table. “Fine, be that way, if you must. Let’s finish up here, so I can get the mystery answered.”
Talk ceases as they focus wholly on their pie and drinks. Surprisingly, Lex finishes first, and he stares a little longingly at his empty plate. “What’s wrong, Lex? You look as though your pie deserted you. Ha! See what I did there?”
Grimacing at the bad pun, Lex looks from his plate to Clark. “Very droll, Clark. I was just wondering if I dare be undignified enough to lick my plate.”
Clark gets a delighted look on his face. “I’ll be sure to tell my mom. She’ll be very flattered you even considered it, even if you don’t wind up doing it.”
Reluctantly, Lex puts his fork down and pushes his plate away. “I suppose I had better not.” Lex has been trying hard to resist his urges; to become a better person. It’s been much harder in Smallville, than anywhere else. To be faced with two great temptations at the same table - Martha Kent’s pie and, he supposes, Martha Kent’s son - is almost too much.
Taking the last bite of pie and draining his eggnog latte, Clark sprawls back with a repleted sigh. “That really hit the spot. Thanks again, Lex.”
“No problem, Clark. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I well remember how hungry a day in classes could make me.”
Looking thoughtful, Clark replies, “That’s right. It wasn’t really that long ago for you, was it?”
Shrugging one shoulder, Lex stands up to put on his overcoat, digging out a bill and not even glancing at it before throwing it on the table for a tip. “Well, college is different…”
“But, even high school wasn’t that long ago, for you.”
Feeling the need to tread carefully, even though he doesn’t understand why, Lex listens to his instincts. “I suppose, relatively, that’s true. Where are you going with this, Clark?”
Lex sees the conflict on Clark’s expressive face. He can tell Clark is struggling with telling him something, or asking him something, but Lex can’t fathom what it could be. He can see the instant Clark chooses. He lets out a deep breath, shakes his head, and lets his shoulders droop a few centimeters. “Nowhere, Lex. Just making an observation. We should get going to Fordman’s before it gets any later. I still need to get home before supper.”
Hoping to get past the strange mood Clark seems to have fallen into, and wanting to recapture the camaraderie they’d been feeling earlier, Lex bumps shoulders with Clark on their way out the door. “It’s a beautiful winter afternoon. Why don’t we walk to Fordman’s, instead of taking my car.”
Clark turns his face up to the sun and takes a deep breath of fresh air, then he turns to smile at Lex. Lex’s heart does not skip a beat. “I’d like that, Lex. Although, I’m surprised you’re willing to do it. You don’t seem to like being outside that much, especially when it’s cold.”
“There are always exceptions to every rule. As I said, it’s a beautiful day , and it should be enjoyed. Besides, it’s almost Christmas, and that can put even me in a good mood.”
“You’re right, Lex.” Clark puts his arm around Lex’s shoulders and squeezes briefly before letting go. “The crisp air feels wonderful and the company is decent enough, I suppose.”
Clark throws one of his teasing grins at Lex, so Lex grins back, glad things are more normal between them, again. The conversation stays pretty general, mostly about Clark’s day at school and Lex’s day at the plant - he isn’t about to bring up Lionel and chance really ruining the day.
Before Lex realizes how much ground they’ve covered, they’re walking up to the doors of Fordman’s department store. Clark grabs onto the door handle and flashes another teasing grin at Lex. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
Then, before Lex can actually respond, Clark is pulling the door outward. Lex actually takes a step back at the noise and chaos that erupts once the door is open. Eyes widening as he tries to take everything in, Lex tentatively steps forward. He can practically feel Clark smirking at him.
Squaring his shoulders and straightening his spine, Lex shakes off his surprise and steps boldly through the door. His ears are immediately assaulted. There is probably Christmas carols playing from speakers high over their heads, but if so, they are impossible to hear clearly over the shouting sales associates and customers; toys that have been turned on by people wanting to try them out, but not bothering to turn them off when they’re done; not to mention the shopping carts banging around and Christmas jewelry jingling.
Eyes are similarly affected, with Christmas lights strung around the shop as decorations, put onto fake trees for sale, and even on people wearing holiday clothing. Not to mention the ugly sweaters and garishly bright colors on some. Almost desperately Lex looks around for a direction to head in. He spots a sign for boys clothing, and points it out to Clark.
When he tries to figure out how to get there through the crush of people as they whiz back and forth, he feels at a loss for the first time in a very long time. Looking over his shoulder, he starts out, “Clark…”
Before he can get anything else out, he can feel Clark give a brief chuckle behind him (because he certainly can’t hear it), the his hand is engulfed in Clark’s larger one. “Follow me, Lex.”
Lex doesn’t like feeling the errant child, as he trails after Clark, but Clark is finding gaps in shoppers and merchandise with unerring accuracy, not to mention Lex likes the feeling of his hand surrounded by Clark’s, so he doesn’t pull away. Probably a mistake. Definitely a mistake. He still doesn’t pull away.
Once they’re at the boys clothing section, Clark finally lets go, and Lex mourns the loss, but shakes it off quickly. “Okay, Clark, what sizes and colors are we looking for?”
Taking out the cards, Clark looks at them carefully. “Um, size 8 and size 10. One doesn’t mention color, but the size ten likes blue. They both want jeans and long-sleeved shirts.”
Dodging out of the way of a woman towing three kids behind her and a cart in front, Lex claps his hands together. “All right, then, let’s get looking.” Department stores may not be familiar to Lex, but he does know how to shop. Not before too long, he’s slinging through racks and flipping through table displays like a pro.
The sizes are common, and the clothing department is well stocked, so it isn’t long before he has quite a pile of clothes, even if he does have to keep moving around other shoppers, and in one case grabbing for something before another person can get to it first. He has every intention of continuing to add to his pile, when a cry of gladness from Clark brings him to a halt. “I found a Bumblebee shirt! Transformers haven’t had anything new on TV in ages, so I didn’t think we’d find any clothing with their characters. What a great find. They even have it in the right size.”
Knowing he’ll give his ignorance away, but not really caring when it’s Clark, Lex says, “So, based on the graphic, I take it Bumblebee isn’t an insect in this case?”
Justifying his trust, Clark’s just sends a fond smile his way. “Yeah. Transformers are a kind of intelligent robot from another world that can turn into a vehicle. Each transformer looks like a different robot and the vehicle they change into is different, too. At least, I think so. I have to admit, I didn’t play with them too much when I was a kid, so I’m not positive each vehicle is unique to the robot. Anyway, I do know Bumblebee was one of the more popular ones; which probably explains why there’s a shirt with him on it, even though it’s been years since they’ve been on TV.”
Figuring in for a penny, in for a pound, Lex asks, “How about Beyblades?”
“They’re a spinning toy from Japan, and you’re right - they’re much newer, there might be a shirt here…” Clark moves to a different table, and gives a triumphant cheer. “You were right, Lex! They have them over here.”
That hadn’t been quite what Lex meant, but he’s willing to go with it, if only because of the happy look on Clark’s face. “Shall we grab our finds, and head over to toys next?”
Lex puts his arms around his pile to pick it up, and hears Clark gasp. “So much.”
Feeling a bit self-conscious, Lex looks at Clark. “You aren’t going to tell me it's too much, are you? It’s for kids without anything, and I thought they’d like a great Christmas.”
Clark’s arm reaches around Lex’s shoulders, as he’d done outside, and pulls Lex into a one-armed hug. “No, not too much at all, if it’s what you really want to give. I just know you wouldn't be here, spending this money if not for running into me.”
Daring to lean into the hug just a bit, even though he can’t return it as clothes-laden as he is, Lex forces himself to pull away after just an extra few seconds contact. “Maybe not, Clark, but I’m actually having fun. It’s not often I’ve been able to buy for someone I know will appreciate the gifts. Even if I don’t get to give them personally, I’ll enjoy knowing I made some child happy.”
ClarK’s eyes soften as he looks at him, and his grin gets even bigger. “You’re a good man, Lex. I think you should stop doubting that. This town has been lucky you came, and...so have I.”
The last is whispered and his are eyes very intent. Lex takes a shuddering breath in, and takes a step back. “Thank you, Clark. That means a lot. I know you have to get back home, though, so why don’t we make our way to the toys. I don’t want to make you late for supper.”
Turning away blindly, Lex starts walking, but doesn’t get too far before a heavy hand lands on his shoulder. “You’re going the wrong way.”
Clark uses his hand to steer Lex in the correct direction, and then his hand slides away - right down Lex’s spine. Lex forces his steps to not falter. Clark has been a challenge to his self-control since the day they met - when he awoke to life-giving breath from the softest lips he’d ever felt against his - but today has been in a whole other category of hard. Pun, unfortunately, intended.
As usual, Lex shakes it off, at least mentally and looks over his shoulder at Clark. “Shirts aside, I’ve never seen these items were looking for. You’ll have to be my guide on what Bumblebees or Beyblades are the best.”
“Okay, Lex, no problem, but that’ll be singular, for me.”
Perplexed, Lex looks back at Clark, again. “What?”
“You said Bumblebees and Beybladess. Plural. I’ll be getting one. Of course, you can get as many as you want. And, don’t think it escaped my notice that your got clothes of both sizes, too. I didn’t say anything, because I didn’t budget for clothes, this year, but I will next year.”
Lex didn’t doubt it. “No worries about the toys, Clark, I’ll pay…”
“No!”
Taking a step back at the vehemence in Clark’s voice, Lex wonders what he could have done wrong.
He doesn’t have to wonder for long. Instantly looking contrite, Clark reaches out to Lex - for what purpose Lex doesn’t know, as he drops his hand. “I’m sorry, Lex. That wasn’t necessary. I just don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”
Utterly bewildered, Lex has to ask, “misunderstanding about what?”
Licking his lips, Clark looks lost in thought for a moment, but then his gaze sharpens on Lex again. “You know what you said, earlier, about being happy to give a gift to a child?” Clark waits, so Lex nods, which seems to be what Clark was waiting for. “Well, that’s how I want to feel, too. If you pay for the gift, you’ll take that feeling away from me. It won’t be me giving the gift, but you. Do you see what I mean?”
The idea of someone willing to pay their own way when he is around is still a foreign concept to Lex, but he supposes it's similar to him wanting to get out from under his father’s thumb and be his own man. There are parallels between the two ideas. “Yes, Clark, I understand. I’ll try not to just assume I’m going to pay when we’re together.”
A relieved look crosses Clark’s face. “Thanks. That’s all I want. I was afraid you’d get mad.”
“I can barely imagine getting mad at you, Clark. Now, come one. No more dilly dallying.”
“Dilly dallying?”
Lex doesn’t even have to see him to hear the smirk in his question. “Shut up, Farmboy.”
A little snigger is all he gets for a response. Lex plows ahead, anyway, all his earlier trepidation of the chaos having faded away because of his focus on his goal, and the fun he was having spending time with Clark. It’s surprising how many people will get out of your way if you put confidence into your step and have a determined look on your face.
It seems Clark is surprised by it, anyway. “Wow, Lex. That was impressive. I thought it would take a lot longer to work our way through the store. You’ll have to teach me that trick, sometime.”
Feeling pleased at his accomplishment, and at impressing Clark, Lex nods his assent. “No problem. I’d be glad to...oh.”
“Oh? What’s wrong...oh. Rats.”
‘Oh’ was for the empty Beyblades display in the toy section. There was a sign on the endcap pointing down the aisle they were supposed to be in, but that was it. “That is disappointing. There are still several shopping days before Christmas. How did they manage to sell out?”
Looking crestfallen, Clark shrugs. “Well, they are the popular and new toy, this year. That’s probably why.”
Looking around for an employee, Lex asks Clark, “Do you think they keep any extras hidden out back?”
“Hidden out...No, but that’s brilliant! Not in the back, but maybe at the top. You and I are taller than most of the shoppers in here, so maybe…” Clark trails off, stands on the bottom shelf - which is probably something he shouldn’t be doing, but Lex isn’t going to tell him that - stretches his long legs up onto his toes, and starts feeling along the very top shelf.
“Ah ha!” Clark lets out a triumphant call, and holds aloft his prize.
Lex has no idea what it is, but it’s made Clark happy and he can clearly see ‘Beyblades’ emblazoned along the front, so he supposes that’s good enough for him. “Congratulations, Clark. Do you think it will be equally hard to get a Bumblebee, too?”
Looking a little embarrassed at his display, Clark steps off the bottom shelf, shaking his head as he does so. “No. Like I said before, Transformers have been out for a while. They still sell them, but they aren’t likely to sell out. Let’s look down the few toy aisles, and see if we can spot them.”
“Look down? I’d think we’d have better luck with we walked up and down the aisles.”
Gesturing at the next aisle, Clark looks at Lex wryly. “Did you forget how crowded it was?”
Embarrassed to admit that he has been so focused on Clark that he had forgotten, Lex just scowls at all the people blocking their view. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to just look down these aisles and spot them, either. There are too many people in the way.”
Pursing his lips together, Clark nods. “You’re right.” He holds out the elbow of one arm to Lex, and the one holding the toy he thrusts skyward as if holding a sword. “So, ‘once more unto the breach.’ Shall we face the enemy, together?”
Laughing at his friend’s antics, Lex shifts all the clothes he’s still holding to one arm, and goes ahead and links elbows with Clark. “Lead on, King Henry. Lead on.”
Grinning fiercely at each other, they plunge into the crowd. Lex isn’t sure when he was last in a crowd such as this. Maybe his clubbing days, except there everyone was moving together. This is more like news coverage of riots. Only the most these people are armed with are shopping carts and glares (very effective glares, actually).
Lex lets himself be pulled along, keeping his eyes open for a display of what they were looking for. When he sees a flash of bright yellow, which he now knows is the signature color of the transformer they’re looking for, he takes over the dragging, but let's Clark pluck a couple of toys from the shelves; his own hands too full.
Finally, emerging from the melee, he looks at the prizes they won. “We did well, Clark. I think there are going to be a couple of happy children in a few days.” Then, he actually looks at Clark, and has to stifle a laugh. “You look as though you’ve been in a hurricane, Clark. Or, maybe given we’re in Kansas, that should be tornado.”
Grinning wryly, Clark nods. “That's pretty much how I feel.”
Without thinking about it, Lex shoves his bundle of clothes into Clark’s arms, and starts threading his fingers through Clark’s hair, trying to straighten it out for him. “I get the hair, given how many people we had to push through, but how did you wind up with red marker on your cheek?”
Licking his thumb, he starts rubbing it over the mark which runs along Clark’s sharp cheekbone. “Ah, good. It’s coming right off. I don’t think you’ll scar, after all.”
“Lex.”
At the hoarseness in Clark’s voice, Lex turns sharply, and heads for the registers. “Come on, Clark. We still need to pay for those. By the way, where do we take them so the children get them?”
“Ah,” Clark clears his throat. “We drop them off at the bank. They take care of it from there.”
Getting to the front of the line, Lex gestures for Clark to put the toys and clothes down on the counter. “Very efficient. I approve.” Lex instructs the cashier to separate the two sizes, and he sees Clark taking off the one Beyblade shirt they’d found and the last, for now, Beyblade toy.
Walking back through town, with Clark carrying a couple of his bags, Lex tries to keep their topics of conversation light and easy. It has been a strange day; more intense than usual between he and Clark. He’d like to get back to a more even keel, for his own sanity, if nothing else, but he isn’t sure how to do it, yet.
After they drop off their purchases, with the obsequious bank manager nowhere in sight - thankfully, Lex sweeps his arm out with a flourish towards his car. “Would you like a ride home?” Honestly, he isn’t sure giving Clark a ride home is the best idea, today, but he isn’t going to leave his friend stranded, either.
It looks as though Clark might be wondering at the wisdom of them in a car together, too, but after only a brief hesitation, he nods his head. “Thanks, Lex. I’d appreciate a ride.”
As soon as they leave the downtown area, Clark gets fidgety. He also keeps taking deep breaths, but then lets them out slowly. It’s obvious he’s working his way up to saying something. Lex is about to get fidgety himself, and he’s no coward, so with his hand still on the gearshift, he bumps his forearm into Clark’s leg. “Spit it out, Clark. What has you tied up in knots? You’ve been trying to say something, all day.”
Something between a huff and a laugh works its way out of Clark’s mouth. “I should have known you’d notice. It’s just...I’m not sure I should say anything. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
Heart starting to pound, Lex wonders if he’s about to get one of Clark Kent’s secrets. “If that’s your worry, Clark, I’ll remind you I’ll do anything for my friends. That includes forgiving them. I also can’t think of anything you could do that would ruin our friendship past repairing.”
“That helps to know, Lex. The trouble is...nevermind, I’m just procrastinating.” Another deep breath is taken and released, but this time, Clark doesn’t stay silent. “What do you think about two people having a relationship when there’s a big age gap?”
The car swerves over the center line, once Lex understands what Clark is actually saying. Perhaps he is about to get a secret, but if so it is a hitherto unknown one. He quickly corrects his direction and slows down.
If this is the conversation starter, then he needs to be driving much slower than his usual breakneck speeds. His hands tighten on the steering wheel, before he answers carefully. “I suppose that depends on how old they both are. If both are consenting adults, then the age gap doesn’t matter. If they aren’t, then it shouldn’t happen until they both are.”
Lex can see Clark swallow from the corner of his eye. “So, since the age of consent in Kansas…”
God, Lex hates to say this. Really hates it. As in, he wants to agree with Clark, and not say what he knows he has to. “Doesn’t matter.”
“What?”
Lex can hear the confusion in Clark’s voice, so he clarifies. “If a person is only at age of consent in Kansas that person is still a minor. I can’t answer for someone else, but that matters to me. If you’re asking about the kind of relationship I think you are, the most important keyword in my first answer is adult.”
Turning off the main road, onto the dirt one leading past the Kent farm, Lex slows down even more. It’s hard to not say anything else, but he wants to let Clark think about what he’s said, plus Clark needs to be the one leading this conversation.
“Eighteen.” Clark’s voice holds dismay. “That’s a long time to ask someone to wait. Especially someone who’s already an adult, has already been in that kind of relationship.”
Giving a sharp shake of his head in the negative, Lex looks over at Clark briefly, before looking back at the road. “If they care enough, it would be worth the wait. An adult relationship with caring would be leaps and bounds ahead of one without it. Speaking as someone who’s experienced too many of the latter, a chance at the former would be worth almost anything.”
Clark is rubbing his palms against his thighs. “How would you know the caring was there?”
Lex can sympathize with his nervousness. His own stomach is flip flopping inside of him. “I suppose the willingness to wait would be proof of that.”
Almost audibly gulping, Clark let’s out a small, shaky breath. “And, when the minor was finally eighteen, would you…”
Quickly glancing in his rearview mirror, Lex pulls off the side of the road, never more glad for the quiet country roads as right now. The way Clark is biting his lip is much too distracting to trust his ability to stay on the road. They were almost to the Kent’s anyway, and Lex didn’t want to finish this conversation while sitting in front of their house. “I’d be on them like white on rice.”
“And, what if one of them wasn’t a...that is, what if both of them were the same...uh…”
Lex decides to take sympathy on Clark. “Let me rephrase. I’d be on them like Alexander on Hephaestion.”
Finally, the nervousness on Clark’s face starts to smooth away, and a small smile takes it’s place. “Really?”
Letting some of the heat this conversation has generated in him show in his eyes, Lex looks at Clark. “Really.”
Clark’s eyes widen, and he licks his lips. His, “oh,” is soft, filled with wonder, and a little heat of his own. “So, three years, then. Are you sure?”
Hands tightening on the steering wheel, to make sure they stay there, Lex nods jerkily, but he gets the nod out. “Yes.”
Nodding his understanding, Clark opens the car door. Expecting him to be getting out, Lex leans towards that side of the car to say goodbye. However, Clark unexpectedly leans towards him, too, and presses a quick kiss to Lex’s lips.
Before he can decide if he wants to admonish Clark or drag him back for a longer taste, Clark looks at him from beneath half lowered lids. “I know. I’ll wait, Lex. I really will. I just wanted to find out if your lips were as soft as I remembered them the day you…”
Clark’s pause lasts long enough that Lex wonders if he is done speaking, but before he can say anything, Clark finally continues. “...the day you hit me with your car.”
At that, he gets out of the car and slams the door shut. He waves, and Lex can see him shouting, “Merry Christmas!” However, Lex is too poleaxed to respond. He feels like all the breath has been punched out of his body, but strangely enough, in a good way.
Sitting there, watching Clark’s form recede, Lex feels his lips part into a huge smile, as he remembers his half-formed wish at the bank earlier, while watching Clark in front of the wishing tree. It feels strange on his face, but Lex figures that he’ll probably get used to it, if today is any indication of his future. It’s certainly looking a lot more merry and bright than it had that morning.
Merry Christmas indeed.
END