Fic: Lex Luthor, Master Baker (Clex, G)
Title: Lex Luthor, Master Baker
Category: fic
Rating: G (vague innuendo if you look right)
Word Count: 648 words
Spoilers: A vague reference to Martha's role in the later seasons.
Notes: A Kon!AU snippet. Inspired and enabled and encouraged by the wife. Inspired also by the fabulous cookies twinsarein sent me in the mail.
Summary: Lex makes cookies.
Prequel: Lex Luthor, Baker's Apprentice
Then
"My sweet boys," Martha says. She pinches Lex's cheek gently, in the teasing way she's developed in recent years. It's easier for him to accept on a regular basis than a hug, though those are more and more frequent. "Snickerdoodles for Lex, who likes them as spicy as he is. And oatmeal for Clark, my wholesome boy."
The cookies are fresh, though cool. Lex is pretty sure Clark had some fresh from the oven, but there's a dozen of their favorites for each of them, and a mixed plate with half a dozen of each that Kon snatches up.
Kon gets a hug before he can pull the plastic wrap away, but he gives in to it gracefully. As if there was every any doubt that he was ~their child~~, he places the oatmeal on the snickerdoodle and bites through the both of them at once. Martha looks at him fondly. "And Kon, who has the best of both of you."
* * *
Now
"What are you doing?" Clark asks.
Lex finishes adding the oatmeal before answering with the obvious. "Baking."
His brusque tone fails to scare Clark away, no surprise. He pulls up a stool on the other side of the kitchen island for a prime seat. "Cookies? What kind?" Lex gives him time to peruse the ingredients placed out. Clark can memorize a cookbook, but it does him no good for guessing when Lex bakes. He finally gives up with a smile. "What are you making, Lex?"
He shrugs, because there isn't really an answer. "I'm still deciding." The recipe isn't right, and until it is, he won't know what name suits it best. He has a few in the offing, a few plausible and respectful, a few that are a bit too saccharine for his own taste.
"What's your base? Mom's oatmeal cookie?" Clark leans over the counter on his elbows to look into the bowl and Lex doesn't bother to guard it from him. He'll either look in the bowl or through it. Spoiled nuisance. "Sugar cookies?"
"Snickerdoodles," he corrects, measuring out the cream of tartar. He gives Clark a glance, but could not miss seeing the grin that spread eagerly across his face.
Clark sits back, silent, the air around them filling with his smug amusement. Just when Lex is ready to throw some of his carefully combined dough at Clark in exasperation, there's a chime alerting them to the use of the elevator. A glance at the clock shows that it is indeed time for Kon and Martha to be returning. He turns to the oven and checks the batch baking. Perfectly golden brown.
Before he can grab the oven mitt, Clark pulls the pan out and places it on top of the stove. "Is the next batch ready?"
"It needs to be mixed." Lex points the prepped cookie sheet on the counter. "That's ready for it. Pour the milk, too?" He pulls the apron over his head and flips it around to put it on Clark, then reaches around him to tie the back. Taking advantage of the press of their bodies, he leans up to kiss Clark on the cheek. "Don't start without us."
Cookies are an irresistible force for Clark, so when Lex returns to the kitchen a few minutes later with his son and mother-in-law in tow, he's surprised to find the full dozen. He gives Clark another quick kiss as reward.
"You've been busy," Martha comments, looking at the ingredients and dishes still spread along the island. Clark's put the last batch in the oven, but he didn't move anything, which Lex appreciates.
"Playing," Lex admits, calling it what it is. He's tried to talk Martha into selling her recipes for profit, but she's taken entirely too well to her retirement from politics and the labor force. LexCorp continues to operate without a division that produces food of any kind other than plant food. His experimenting is only for personal gain. And the satisfaction of watching his family bite into their first cookie.
"Delicious," Clark declares, inhaling the first and the second.
Kon is nearly as quick, though he obeys the general rules of etiquette better than Clark. "'s good," he says, a bite tucked neatly into his cheek.
"What's it called?" Martha asks, taking another bite. She slaps Clark's hand away from his fourth cookie and Lex bites back his smile. "Oatmeal Snickerdoodle?"
Lex looks at his inspiration, sitting side-by-side. Martha's hair tending toward gray, Kon's black locks identical to Clark's. If anyone would appreciate his fits of fancy, it'd be his family. "Oat and Konoodle."
The three of them pause and Kon looks at his cookie with something like trepidation. Martha giggles, eyes bright, and puts an arm around her grandson to give him a quick, sideways hug. Clark blurs around the island and wraps Lex in a full embrace.
The End
* * *
Based on the following (paraphrased) conversation I had with the wife:
"They're a bit like a combination of oatmeal cookies and snickerdoodles, which works for me, because those are my two favorite types of cookies."
"Like their love child?"
"Yes!"
"So, which cookie is Clark?"
"Well, Lex is the 'spicy' one, so Clark would be oatmeal. Oatmeal, wholesome and natural."
*
Now followed by a "side-story" comment!fic And That's Terrible
Category: fic
Rating: G (vague innuendo if you look right)
Word Count: 648 words
Spoilers: A vague reference to Martha's role in the later seasons.
Notes: A Kon!AU snippet. Inspired and enabled and encouraged by the wife. Inspired also by the fabulous cookies twinsarein sent me in the mail.
Summary: Lex makes cookies.
Prequel: Lex Luthor, Baker's Apprentice
Then
"My sweet boys," Martha says. She pinches Lex's cheek gently, in the teasing way she's developed in recent years. It's easier for him to accept on a regular basis than a hug, though those are more and more frequent. "Snickerdoodles for Lex, who likes them as spicy as he is. And oatmeal for Clark, my wholesome boy."
The cookies are fresh, though cool. Lex is pretty sure Clark had some fresh from the oven, but there's a dozen of their favorites for each of them, and a mixed plate with half a dozen of each that Kon snatches up.
Kon gets a hug before he can pull the plastic wrap away, but he gives in to it gracefully. As if there was every any doubt that he was ~their child~~, he places the oatmeal on the snickerdoodle and bites through the both of them at once. Martha looks at him fondly. "And Kon, who has the best of both of you."
* * *
Now
"What are you doing?" Clark asks.
Lex finishes adding the oatmeal before answering with the obvious. "Baking."
His brusque tone fails to scare Clark away, no surprise. He pulls up a stool on the other side of the kitchen island for a prime seat. "Cookies? What kind?" Lex gives him time to peruse the ingredients placed out. Clark can memorize a cookbook, but it does him no good for guessing when Lex bakes. He finally gives up with a smile. "What are you making, Lex?"
He shrugs, because there isn't really an answer. "I'm still deciding." The recipe isn't right, and until it is, he won't know what name suits it best. He has a few in the offing, a few plausible and respectful, a few that are a bit too saccharine for his own taste.
"What's your base? Mom's oatmeal cookie?" Clark leans over the counter on his elbows to look into the bowl and Lex doesn't bother to guard it from him. He'll either look in the bowl or through it. Spoiled nuisance. "Sugar cookies?"
"Snickerdoodles," he corrects, measuring out the cream of tartar. He gives Clark a glance, but could not miss seeing the grin that spread eagerly across his face.
Clark sits back, silent, the air around them filling with his smug amusement. Just when Lex is ready to throw some of his carefully combined dough at Clark in exasperation, there's a chime alerting them to the use of the elevator. A glance at the clock shows that it is indeed time for Kon and Martha to be returning. He turns to the oven and checks the batch baking. Perfectly golden brown.
Before he can grab the oven mitt, Clark pulls the pan out and places it on top of the stove. "Is the next batch ready?"
"It needs to be mixed." Lex points the prepped cookie sheet on the counter. "That's ready for it. Pour the milk, too?" He pulls the apron over his head and flips it around to put it on Clark, then reaches around him to tie the back. Taking advantage of the press of their bodies, he leans up to kiss Clark on the cheek. "Don't start without us."
Cookies are an irresistible force for Clark, so when Lex returns to the kitchen a few minutes later with his son and mother-in-law in tow, he's surprised to find the full dozen. He gives Clark another quick kiss as reward.
"You've been busy," Martha comments, looking at the ingredients and dishes still spread along the island. Clark's put the last batch in the oven, but he didn't move anything, which Lex appreciates.
"Playing," Lex admits, calling it what it is. He's tried to talk Martha into selling her recipes for profit, but she's taken entirely too well to her retirement from politics and the labor force. LexCorp continues to operate without a division that produces food of any kind other than plant food. His experimenting is only for personal gain. And the satisfaction of watching his family bite into their first cookie.
"Delicious," Clark declares, inhaling the first and the second.
Kon is nearly as quick, though he obeys the general rules of etiquette better than Clark. "'s good," he says, a bite tucked neatly into his cheek.
"What's it called?" Martha asks, taking another bite. She slaps Clark's hand away from his fourth cookie and Lex bites back his smile. "Oatmeal Snickerdoodle?"
Lex looks at his inspiration, sitting side-by-side. Martha's hair tending toward gray, Kon's black locks identical to Clark's. If anyone would appreciate his fits of fancy, it'd be his family. "Oat and Konoodle."
The three of them pause and Kon looks at his cookie with something like trepidation. Martha giggles, eyes bright, and puts an arm around her grandson to give him a quick, sideways hug. Clark blurs around the island and wraps Lex in a full embrace.
The End
* * *
Based on the following (paraphrased) conversation I had with the wife:
"They're a bit like a combination of oatmeal cookies and snickerdoodles, which works for me, because those are my two favorite types of cookies."
"Like their love child?"
"Yes!"
"So, which cookie is Clark?"
"Well, Lex is the 'spicy' one, so Clark would be oatmeal. Oatmeal, wholesome and natural."
*
Now followed by a "side-story" comment!fic And That's Terrible