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serafina20I broke pattern this time. I pretty much knew what I awnted this scene to be, so I worked on this instead of COTW 47. But I'll probably work on COTW tomorrow night, if I have time/energy.
I'm a little worried about this fic, though. The first LLAR and all the parts of this so far have been Lex's POV. But I have a Clark/Lois scene I want to do, and a few Clark/Morgan scene (neither of them are sex scenes; just the characters in it). Obviously, sicne Lex isn't in those, i have to write it from Clark's POV (although, I might be able to get away with Morgan's, just because of Metrpolis Confidential). But, still. I don't like suddenly throwing a new POV in the middle.
Ah well.
Parts 1-6
Lex arrived home to find the pizza cooling and the ice cream half melted on the kitchen table. The balcony door was ajar, one of Clark's shoes was in the living room, and his jacket was lying in a heap on the tile floor of the kitchen. Clark himself was missing.
He sighed and tossed his jacket onto the couch. This was typical Superman-behavior. Lex was trying desperately to teach Clark to use his superspeed first to put away whatever mess he was creating and then rush off to save people, but Clark wasn't going to learn. Not that Lex didn't understand why it was hard for him to learn: when people's lives were in the balance, ice cream didn't seem as important. Still, Lex was tired of losing perfectly good cartons of ice cream and other cold foods.
Every station had "exclusive" coverage of the emergency that almost killed the ice cream. An elevated train had derailed down town, and Superman had made it just in time to stop a car full of sticky-faced children from plummeting to their untimely death. Personally, Lex thought that the little monsters probably pushed it off the track just to see Superman, but, then, he was cynical about things.
Lex kicked off his shoes and socks, and set about to cleaning Clark's mess in the kitchen. He pulled the pizza out of the box, set it on the pizza pan, and put in the oven to warm. Then, he took the ice cream carton into the living room with him and flopped onto the couch to watch Clark.
Secretly, he loved watching Superman in action. He didn't tell Clark that because he didn't want to get into any weird "who did Lex really love" issues. It'd been hard enough to convince Clark that Lex truly loved *him* and not the superhero in the first place; the last thing he needed was to dreg up old insecurities again.
But, the fact remained, Lex got that visceral thrill watching Superman. As Superman, Clark was so strong and self-confident. He moved with an authority that Clark didn't, and held himself differently. Plus, he looked fucking hot in the unitard, thus fulfilling every secret fantasy Lex had ever had about Warrior Angel and never admitted to anyone. Not even Clark.
The best part about watching Superman was knowing that he belonged to Lex. Once Superman finished flying each and every child from the platform to the street, and once he shook hands with the firefighters and paramedics, smiled for the cameras and said his piece about working hand in hand with authorities and just doing his part of help the community, he'd come home to Lex. And they'd sit on the couch, watch TV, Clark's head in his lap until they went to bed. Together.
And, when Lex was feeling normal and not drugged and depressed, they had super-sex. Seriously, because it was the best sex Lex had ever had in his entire life, and he'd had a lot of sex before Clark. It wasn't even that Clark did anything with his powers in bed that made it so special; Clark was just really *good* in bed. And, he belonged to Lex's, which made it even better.
Lex shook his head at Clark's image on the TV. He wasn't preening to the cameras or anything, but he was being awfully slow with those kids. Clark had once said that with most people, it got tiring to have them fawn over him, ask him questions, or try to do the million other things people try to do when they think they have a right to your life. But kids were different. They were more innocent, and more into the "coolness" of being rescued by a superhero. They made him want to give each and every one special attention.
Clark wanted kids. Lex knew that. They hadn't talked about it yet, and Clark hadn't mentioned his desire for children, but Lex knew Clark. It was just one of those things he'd probably grown up expecting, and even with the shock of finding out he was the last of his species, that wasn't going to change. And Lex didn't know how to feel about that. Children weren't anything he'd ever thought of, except for the few moments he and Lois thought they were going to get married. He wasn't against it, except right now, he needed far more care and attention than any kid would. And, children frightened him.
But how could he deny Clark?
Lex sighed and shoved another mouthful of ice cream into his mouth. This, of course, was a very easy way to avoid thinking about what he didn't want to think about. Namely, Lois, and her the sudden reawakened sexual interest in him. His neck still throbbed dully where Lois had bit him and his mouth felt ugly and bruised. Never mind he was still in shock from her actions, mind muddled; it kept turning to the feel of her thighs as they pressed around his hips, to her nails scraping at the nape of his neck, and her tongue twisting and writhing inside his mouth.
Lex could still remember the last time they'd slept together. It'd been about six months before Clark came into his life. He and Lois had gone for lunch and ended up spending the next three days in bed. Well, in bed was a deceptive term. They'd spent the next three days fucking in every imaginable position and location inside her limousine and penthouse. Perry had been pissed when Lex returned, but it had been worth it. Out of everyone he'd ever slept with--excluding Clark--Lois was the most satisfying. Lois was an extremely inventive lover, and knew exactly what to do to make Lex come hard enough to black out. Plus, with Lois, there were never any emotional strings attached, at least not like there were with other women. All she wanted from him when she got that horny was a warm, familiar body to fuck, and she didn't even expect Lex to call her in the morning. In fact, usually, she was annoyed when he did call.
He had no idea what had brought this sudden attack on. As far as Lex knew, Lois wasn't dating. She didn't think she was holding out for Superman, but there was always that possibility. Or, it was possible that she just couldn’t find anyone to satisfy her appetites lately either, so she turned to him. It wasn't the first time that had happened. And, the fact Lex was engaged wouldn't matter one whit to Lois; fidelity was as foreign a concept to her as failure was.
Lex didn't know what he was going to do about her. Especially not with this new plan she'd concocted. That had taken him by surprise. Lois, willing to share Superman? She'd never shared anything in her life.
Dizzy and unhappy, Lex changed the to a cable channel and settled on an old episode of Queer as Folk. He didn't want to think about Lois anymore.
Clark got home about an hour later. His hair was damp, cheeks flushed, and clothing rumpled, presumably from dressing in an abandoned building somewhere, or wherever he did it.
"Hey," he said, closing the door. "Sorry I wasn't here."
"It's cool. You were doing your superhero shtick, how could I complain? I had to save the ice cream, though." He raised the almost empty carton. "Sorry."
"Is the freezer not working?" Clark asked, dropping a kiss on Lex's forehead. Then he frowned. "You have a hickie."
Shit. "Oh." Lex put his hand over the bruise and ducked from underneath Clark. He *really* didn't want to think about this right now.
Clark followed him into the kitchen. "Where did you get it? I don't remember it there before."
"Don't you trust me?"
"Yes, but I really don't trust Lois Lane, and you reek of her perfume. What's going on?"
Lex put the ice cream in the freezer and took the pizza from the oven. "Lois grabbed me while I was walking," he said, pulling down a couple plates. "She wanted to talk to me about you. Superman, I mean. She's got this crazy plan about making Superman action figures and selling them. Like the Warrior Angel ones I collect; apparently she bought the toy company that makes them." Clutching the plate, he turned. He wasn't quite able to meet Clark's eyes. "She, uh, kissed me." Okay, that sounded stupid. Lois Lane didn't kiss. She devoured.
"Did you stop her?" Clark tugged at his shirt, a betrayed expression on his face.
"Sort of." But it wasn't true. In reality, he'd just sat there and let her maul him like some kind of toy. He hadn't liked it, but...
"It's just," Clark said, rubbing the back of his head, "I know she's the only person in the world you'd cheat on me with."
"I didn't," he said voicelessly. Lex swallowed, feeling numb. "I didn't realize, and then she was on me. She's stronger than I am," he admitted painfully.
Clark exhaled and stepped into Lex. "No, she's not," he said, taking the plate out of Lex's numb fingers. Lex shirt came undone at the seams as Clark ripped it from his body and tossed it aside. "She's not stronger than you, Lex. She's just bitchier. And a lot more aggressive than you are right now." Lex's pants joined his shirt on the floor. "Don't do it again."
He shook his head.
"I'm not angry with you."
"You should be. You should be, I just sat there. I let her... kiss me, rise me like some sort of carousel pony, and I didn't stop her." He pressed a hand into his eyes, headache pounding behind them. "You're right, you know. It would be her."
"Oh, I know I'm right." Clark gently pulled Lex's hands away from his eyes and kissed the palm of Lex's left hand. "She's the only one you know well enough, are comfortable enough with, and I think mentally would be able to with. At least right now." He kissed the palm of Lex's right hand, and lowered Lex's arms, gently holding him by the writs. "But I also know that you're not going to cheat on me. It's not in your nature, you love me too much, and I don't think that's how you'd choose to hurt me should you get that angry with me. Which, actually scares me, because I think you'd hurt yourself to get back at me."
Lex closed his eyes and wished desperately that Clark couldn’t read him so well.
Strong arms came around him, caressing bare flesh on his back and neck. Lips pressed into his temple, his cheeks, his lips. "Don't, Lex." Teeth tugged on his ear. "It's okay. I'm just saying that I trust you. I trust you not to do something stupid with Lois. I know this wasn't your fault. You're really ... vulnerable right now. She took advantage of that, knowingly or not." Clark kissed him, sucking Lex's lower lip into his mouth. "It's okay."
"Why are we the way we are?" Lex asked, cupping the nape of Clark's neck in his hand. "It's like we get fixated on people and can't let them go. Lois for me. Morgan for you. Both threats to our relationship, even though we know that we only want each other."
"I don't think either one is a threat if we don't let them be." Clark caressed Lex's cheek with his knuckles. "Yes, I still love Morgan, and you still love Lois, but it's not the same as the way we love each other. And that's all that matters." He kissed Lex's forehead.
"I’m so tired," Lex said, leaning against Clark. His eyes felt heavy, and lethargy swept over him.
But Clark knew that wasn't what he was talking about. Clark always knew. Lifting Lex into his arms, he started walking through the apartment. "Do you want to get away this weekend?"
"Yes," he sighed, resting his head against Clark's neck. He hated being carried with a passion, but he was tired enough to allow it. Just this once, though.
"Do you want to go somewhere special? I remember you saying you liked the ocean; we could fly out to Hawaii or California or something, stay on the beach." Clark set him on the toilet and turned to the bathtub. "Or we could go home."
Lex rubbed his chin thoughtfully, watching as Clark started filling the tub. Home--meaning the Kents' farm in Smallville--or some place away from it all. Both were tempting. In one location, he could kick back, relax, and not have to worry about anything. In the other, he'd have to worry about wedding plans and depression. But, he'd get to see Martha and have her fuss over him. He'd get to help out on the farm and talk with Jonathan. He'd get to go horseback riding. He'd have coffee at the Talon with Clark and sleep in that tiny bed under the quilt Martha had made Clark when he was five, and be.... home.
"Let's go home, see your parents," he said finally. When Clark looked at him, he smiled. "We can let them fuss over us and start making some wedding plans. And we can also see the baby, again and make sure we really want to watch her while Lana and Derek do their anniversary thing."
"We're not backing out." Clark rose and pulled Lex to his feet. He ripped Lex's boxers off and then helped Lex into the bathtub. "We already promised. It's not like you're going to break her."
"She's probably not going to like me."
"She liked you just fine last time we saw her." Clark shook his head and climbed into the tub as well. "It was your idea to watch her. In fact, I believe you were the one who took the phone from me and made the offer to Lana." Clark smiled and rubbed his foot against Lex's backside.
His face warmed. "I must have been drunk at the time."
"I think you have a soft spot for the kid. And for Lana."
"Yes, well, I ended up with the man of her dreams. The least I can do is baby-sit her baby once in awhile."
Clark nodded. "Scoot forward; I want to sit behind you," he said, shifting to sit behind Lex.
Lex settled back against Clark, eyes falling shut. Clark had the bar of soap in his hand, and was caressing it lazily on Lex's chest.
"We'll go home, then," Clark said after a moment. He rubbed the soap on both his hands and set the bar aside. "Mom and Dad will be happy to see us." His large, soapy hands went back to caressing Lex.
"I'm glad. It'll be good to see them." He yawned, muscles loosening as Clark lulled him into a state of relaxation. "Should we try and set a date before we see them?"
"Mmmm," Clark hummed in his throat. His teeth nipped the edge of Lex's ear and fingers twisted Lex's nipple. "I'm thinking neither."
"Hmm?"
"I just think that maybe we should wait on a date until after you're feeling a little more stable. I mean, getting married is really stressful, even if we just do a family ceremony."
Lex frowned pensively. "I don't want to hold anything up."
Clark laughed deep in his chest, hand trailing further down Lex's stomach. "It's not a race, babe. If don't get married for another year or so, that's fine. I like knowing that we're on the same page, but we don't have to rush." He kissed Lex's neck. "My main concern is for you to start feeling better." He shifted, hand on Lex's thigh. "Speaking of, um, how do you feel about today's session?"
He opened his eyes. This was one of those topics he didn't want to talk about. This and Lois. Which, of course, were the two things Clark was going to want to talk about the most. "It was fine. I think Dr. Pascal will probably work out."
"I was impressed. I thought she handled the session really well."
"You mean handled me," Lex said sourly.
Clark squeezed his thigh and kissed a patch of skin behind Lex's ear. "I don't think it was handling you. I think it was diffusing an uncomfortable situation for both of us." He kissed Lex's neck, avoiding the hickie. "It'll be good for you to have someone to talk to. And I think that we should maybe start finding more things to do separately from one another, too."
For some reason, Lex wasn't surprised Clark suggested it. It was almost like he'd been expecting him to say something similar since Lex had had his little explosion in front of Dr. Pascal. "Like what?" he asked, feeling dull.
"I don't know. I'm kind of interested in photography, and Jimmy was telling me about a beginning photography class down at the community center. And I was also thinking about volunteering at the Gay and Lesbian center downtown."
"That takes care of you."
"Well. What are you interested in?"
"Writing."
"Warrior Angel." Clark rubbed soap on his shoulder. "Didn't you used to have any hobbies? Before me?"
Lex shrugged. "Not many. Sometimes I played softball with the Daily Planet team. I roleplayed online sometimes."
"Why don't you take a martial arts class? Or fencing. You once told me you used to fence."
"Yeah."
"You could horseback ride at the stables. I know they have a membership for people who don’t have horses. And I know how much you love to ride."
Good ideas that Lex didn't want to listen to right now. He turned and wrapped his legs around Clark's torso. "Can we think about it when we come back?"
Clark nodded and studied Lex's face carefully. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Of course." His eyes narrowed slightly, and he touched the bruise on Lex's neck.
"What?"
"Were you, uh, aroused?"
Lex snorted. "I’m just barely aroused right now. And if the sight of your wet, naked body doesn't do it for me, then Lois doesn't have a chance."
Blue-green eyes peered into his, a little uncertain and insecure. "She doesn't, right? I mean, I know she doesn't, but..."
Lex framed Clark's face with his hands, finger digging into the damp, black locks curling against his skin. "Lois Lane doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell with me," he said succinctly. "Even if she's offering me a chance to be in a three-way with her and Superman." Lex smiled and traced Clark's eyebrows. "I'll take Clark Kent over a shared portion of Superman any day."
"And you'll swear that's forever?"
"Yes, Clark," Lex said, unable to keep the smile from his face. "I do."
TBC
I'm a little worried about this fic, though. The first LLAR and all the parts of this so far have been Lex's POV. But I have a Clark/Lois scene I want to do, and a few Clark/Morgan scene (neither of them are sex scenes; just the characters in it). Obviously, sicne Lex isn't in those, i have to write it from Clark's POV (although, I might be able to get away with Morgan's, just because of Metrpolis Confidential). But, still. I don't like suddenly throwing a new POV in the middle.
Ah well.
Parts 1-6
Lex arrived home to find the pizza cooling and the ice cream half melted on the kitchen table. The balcony door was ajar, one of Clark's shoes was in the living room, and his jacket was lying in a heap on the tile floor of the kitchen. Clark himself was missing.
He sighed and tossed his jacket onto the couch. This was typical Superman-behavior. Lex was trying desperately to teach Clark to use his superspeed first to put away whatever mess he was creating and then rush off to save people, but Clark wasn't going to learn. Not that Lex didn't understand why it was hard for him to learn: when people's lives were in the balance, ice cream didn't seem as important. Still, Lex was tired of losing perfectly good cartons of ice cream and other cold foods.
Every station had "exclusive" coverage of the emergency that almost killed the ice cream. An elevated train had derailed down town, and Superman had made it just in time to stop a car full of sticky-faced children from plummeting to their untimely death. Personally, Lex thought that the little monsters probably pushed it off the track just to see Superman, but, then, he was cynical about things.
Lex kicked off his shoes and socks, and set about to cleaning Clark's mess in the kitchen. He pulled the pizza out of the box, set it on the pizza pan, and put in the oven to warm. Then, he took the ice cream carton into the living room with him and flopped onto the couch to watch Clark.
Secretly, he loved watching Superman in action. He didn't tell Clark that because he didn't want to get into any weird "who did Lex really love" issues. It'd been hard enough to convince Clark that Lex truly loved *him* and not the superhero in the first place; the last thing he needed was to dreg up old insecurities again.
But, the fact remained, Lex got that visceral thrill watching Superman. As Superman, Clark was so strong and self-confident. He moved with an authority that Clark didn't, and held himself differently. Plus, he looked fucking hot in the unitard, thus fulfilling every secret fantasy Lex had ever had about Warrior Angel and never admitted to anyone. Not even Clark.
The best part about watching Superman was knowing that he belonged to Lex. Once Superman finished flying each and every child from the platform to the street, and once he shook hands with the firefighters and paramedics, smiled for the cameras and said his piece about working hand in hand with authorities and just doing his part of help the community, he'd come home to Lex. And they'd sit on the couch, watch TV, Clark's head in his lap until they went to bed. Together.
And, when Lex was feeling normal and not drugged and depressed, they had super-sex. Seriously, because it was the best sex Lex had ever had in his entire life, and he'd had a lot of sex before Clark. It wasn't even that Clark did anything with his powers in bed that made it so special; Clark was just really *good* in bed. And, he belonged to Lex's, which made it even better.
Lex shook his head at Clark's image on the TV. He wasn't preening to the cameras or anything, but he was being awfully slow with those kids. Clark had once said that with most people, it got tiring to have them fawn over him, ask him questions, or try to do the million other things people try to do when they think they have a right to your life. But kids were different. They were more innocent, and more into the "coolness" of being rescued by a superhero. They made him want to give each and every one special attention.
Clark wanted kids. Lex knew that. They hadn't talked about it yet, and Clark hadn't mentioned his desire for children, but Lex knew Clark. It was just one of those things he'd probably grown up expecting, and even with the shock of finding out he was the last of his species, that wasn't going to change. And Lex didn't know how to feel about that. Children weren't anything he'd ever thought of, except for the few moments he and Lois thought they were going to get married. He wasn't against it, except right now, he needed far more care and attention than any kid would. And, children frightened him.
But how could he deny Clark?
Lex sighed and shoved another mouthful of ice cream into his mouth. This, of course, was a very easy way to avoid thinking about what he didn't want to think about. Namely, Lois, and her the sudden reawakened sexual interest in him. His neck still throbbed dully where Lois had bit him and his mouth felt ugly and bruised. Never mind he was still in shock from her actions, mind muddled; it kept turning to the feel of her thighs as they pressed around his hips, to her nails scraping at the nape of his neck, and her tongue twisting and writhing inside his mouth.
Lex could still remember the last time they'd slept together. It'd been about six months before Clark came into his life. He and Lois had gone for lunch and ended up spending the next three days in bed. Well, in bed was a deceptive term. They'd spent the next three days fucking in every imaginable position and location inside her limousine and penthouse. Perry had been pissed when Lex returned, but it had been worth it. Out of everyone he'd ever slept with--excluding Clark--Lois was the most satisfying. Lois was an extremely inventive lover, and knew exactly what to do to make Lex come hard enough to black out. Plus, with Lois, there were never any emotional strings attached, at least not like there were with other women. All she wanted from him when she got that horny was a warm, familiar body to fuck, and she didn't even expect Lex to call her in the morning. In fact, usually, she was annoyed when he did call.
He had no idea what had brought this sudden attack on. As far as Lex knew, Lois wasn't dating. She didn't think she was holding out for Superman, but there was always that possibility. Or, it was possible that she just couldn’t find anyone to satisfy her appetites lately either, so she turned to him. It wasn't the first time that had happened. And, the fact Lex was engaged wouldn't matter one whit to Lois; fidelity was as foreign a concept to her as failure was.
Lex didn't know what he was going to do about her. Especially not with this new plan she'd concocted. That had taken him by surprise. Lois, willing to share Superman? She'd never shared anything in her life.
Dizzy and unhappy, Lex changed the to a cable channel and settled on an old episode of Queer as Folk. He didn't want to think about Lois anymore.
Clark got home about an hour later. His hair was damp, cheeks flushed, and clothing rumpled, presumably from dressing in an abandoned building somewhere, or wherever he did it.
"Hey," he said, closing the door. "Sorry I wasn't here."
"It's cool. You were doing your superhero shtick, how could I complain? I had to save the ice cream, though." He raised the almost empty carton. "Sorry."
"Is the freezer not working?" Clark asked, dropping a kiss on Lex's forehead. Then he frowned. "You have a hickie."
Shit. "Oh." Lex put his hand over the bruise and ducked from underneath Clark. He *really* didn't want to think about this right now.
Clark followed him into the kitchen. "Where did you get it? I don't remember it there before."
"Don't you trust me?"
"Yes, but I really don't trust Lois Lane, and you reek of her perfume. What's going on?"
Lex put the ice cream in the freezer and took the pizza from the oven. "Lois grabbed me while I was walking," he said, pulling down a couple plates. "She wanted to talk to me about you. Superman, I mean. She's got this crazy plan about making Superman action figures and selling them. Like the Warrior Angel ones I collect; apparently she bought the toy company that makes them." Clutching the plate, he turned. He wasn't quite able to meet Clark's eyes. "She, uh, kissed me." Okay, that sounded stupid. Lois Lane didn't kiss. She devoured.
"Did you stop her?" Clark tugged at his shirt, a betrayed expression on his face.
"Sort of." But it wasn't true. In reality, he'd just sat there and let her maul him like some kind of toy. He hadn't liked it, but...
"It's just," Clark said, rubbing the back of his head, "I know she's the only person in the world you'd cheat on me with."
"I didn't," he said voicelessly. Lex swallowed, feeling numb. "I didn't realize, and then she was on me. She's stronger than I am," he admitted painfully.
Clark exhaled and stepped into Lex. "No, she's not," he said, taking the plate out of Lex's numb fingers. Lex shirt came undone at the seams as Clark ripped it from his body and tossed it aside. "She's not stronger than you, Lex. She's just bitchier. And a lot more aggressive than you are right now." Lex's pants joined his shirt on the floor. "Don't do it again."
He shook his head.
"I'm not angry with you."
"You should be. You should be, I just sat there. I let her... kiss me, rise me like some sort of carousel pony, and I didn't stop her." He pressed a hand into his eyes, headache pounding behind them. "You're right, you know. It would be her."
"Oh, I know I'm right." Clark gently pulled Lex's hands away from his eyes and kissed the palm of Lex's left hand. "She's the only one you know well enough, are comfortable enough with, and I think mentally would be able to with. At least right now." He kissed the palm of Lex's right hand, and lowered Lex's arms, gently holding him by the writs. "But I also know that you're not going to cheat on me. It's not in your nature, you love me too much, and I don't think that's how you'd choose to hurt me should you get that angry with me. Which, actually scares me, because I think you'd hurt yourself to get back at me."
Lex closed his eyes and wished desperately that Clark couldn’t read him so well.
Strong arms came around him, caressing bare flesh on his back and neck. Lips pressed into his temple, his cheeks, his lips. "Don't, Lex." Teeth tugged on his ear. "It's okay. I'm just saying that I trust you. I trust you not to do something stupid with Lois. I know this wasn't your fault. You're really ... vulnerable right now. She took advantage of that, knowingly or not." Clark kissed him, sucking Lex's lower lip into his mouth. "It's okay."
"Why are we the way we are?" Lex asked, cupping the nape of Clark's neck in his hand. "It's like we get fixated on people and can't let them go. Lois for me. Morgan for you. Both threats to our relationship, even though we know that we only want each other."
"I don't think either one is a threat if we don't let them be." Clark caressed Lex's cheek with his knuckles. "Yes, I still love Morgan, and you still love Lois, but it's not the same as the way we love each other. And that's all that matters." He kissed Lex's forehead.
"I’m so tired," Lex said, leaning against Clark. His eyes felt heavy, and lethargy swept over him.
But Clark knew that wasn't what he was talking about. Clark always knew. Lifting Lex into his arms, he started walking through the apartment. "Do you want to get away this weekend?"
"Yes," he sighed, resting his head against Clark's neck. He hated being carried with a passion, but he was tired enough to allow it. Just this once, though.
"Do you want to go somewhere special? I remember you saying you liked the ocean; we could fly out to Hawaii or California or something, stay on the beach." Clark set him on the toilet and turned to the bathtub. "Or we could go home."
Lex rubbed his chin thoughtfully, watching as Clark started filling the tub. Home--meaning the Kents' farm in Smallville--or some place away from it all. Both were tempting. In one location, he could kick back, relax, and not have to worry about anything. In the other, he'd have to worry about wedding plans and depression. But, he'd get to see Martha and have her fuss over him. He'd get to help out on the farm and talk with Jonathan. He'd get to go horseback riding. He'd have coffee at the Talon with Clark and sleep in that tiny bed under the quilt Martha had made Clark when he was five, and be.... home.
"Let's go home, see your parents," he said finally. When Clark looked at him, he smiled. "We can let them fuss over us and start making some wedding plans. And we can also see the baby, again and make sure we really want to watch her while Lana and Derek do their anniversary thing."
"We're not backing out." Clark rose and pulled Lex to his feet. He ripped Lex's boxers off and then helped Lex into the bathtub. "We already promised. It's not like you're going to break her."
"She's probably not going to like me."
"She liked you just fine last time we saw her." Clark shook his head and climbed into the tub as well. "It was your idea to watch her. In fact, I believe you were the one who took the phone from me and made the offer to Lana." Clark smiled and rubbed his foot against Lex's backside.
His face warmed. "I must have been drunk at the time."
"I think you have a soft spot for the kid. And for Lana."
"Yes, well, I ended up with the man of her dreams. The least I can do is baby-sit her baby once in awhile."
Clark nodded. "Scoot forward; I want to sit behind you," he said, shifting to sit behind Lex.
Lex settled back against Clark, eyes falling shut. Clark had the bar of soap in his hand, and was caressing it lazily on Lex's chest.
"We'll go home, then," Clark said after a moment. He rubbed the soap on both his hands and set the bar aside. "Mom and Dad will be happy to see us." His large, soapy hands went back to caressing Lex.
"I'm glad. It'll be good to see them." He yawned, muscles loosening as Clark lulled him into a state of relaxation. "Should we try and set a date before we see them?"
"Mmmm," Clark hummed in his throat. His teeth nipped the edge of Lex's ear and fingers twisted Lex's nipple. "I'm thinking neither."
"Hmm?"
"I just think that maybe we should wait on a date until after you're feeling a little more stable. I mean, getting married is really stressful, even if we just do a family ceremony."
Lex frowned pensively. "I don't want to hold anything up."
Clark laughed deep in his chest, hand trailing further down Lex's stomach. "It's not a race, babe. If don't get married for another year or so, that's fine. I like knowing that we're on the same page, but we don't have to rush." He kissed Lex's neck. "My main concern is for you to start feeling better." He shifted, hand on Lex's thigh. "Speaking of, um, how do you feel about today's session?"
He opened his eyes. This was one of those topics he didn't want to talk about. This and Lois. Which, of course, were the two things Clark was going to want to talk about the most. "It was fine. I think Dr. Pascal will probably work out."
"I was impressed. I thought she handled the session really well."
"You mean handled me," Lex said sourly.
Clark squeezed his thigh and kissed a patch of skin behind Lex's ear. "I don't think it was handling you. I think it was diffusing an uncomfortable situation for both of us." He kissed Lex's neck, avoiding the hickie. "It'll be good for you to have someone to talk to. And I think that we should maybe start finding more things to do separately from one another, too."
For some reason, Lex wasn't surprised Clark suggested it. It was almost like he'd been expecting him to say something similar since Lex had had his little explosion in front of Dr. Pascal. "Like what?" he asked, feeling dull.
"I don't know. I'm kind of interested in photography, and Jimmy was telling me about a beginning photography class down at the community center. And I was also thinking about volunteering at the Gay and Lesbian center downtown."
"That takes care of you."
"Well. What are you interested in?"
"Writing."
"Warrior Angel." Clark rubbed soap on his shoulder. "Didn't you used to have any hobbies? Before me?"
Lex shrugged. "Not many. Sometimes I played softball with the Daily Planet team. I roleplayed online sometimes."
"Why don't you take a martial arts class? Or fencing. You once told me you used to fence."
"Yeah."
"You could horseback ride at the stables. I know they have a membership for people who don’t have horses. And I know how much you love to ride."
Good ideas that Lex didn't want to listen to right now. He turned and wrapped his legs around Clark's torso. "Can we think about it when we come back?"
Clark nodded and studied Lex's face carefully. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Of course." His eyes narrowed slightly, and he touched the bruise on Lex's neck.
"What?"
"Were you, uh, aroused?"
Lex snorted. "I’m just barely aroused right now. And if the sight of your wet, naked body doesn't do it for me, then Lois doesn't have a chance."
Blue-green eyes peered into his, a little uncertain and insecure. "She doesn't, right? I mean, I know she doesn't, but..."
Lex framed Clark's face with his hands, finger digging into the damp, black locks curling against his skin. "Lois Lane doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell with me," he said succinctly. "Even if she's offering me a chance to be in a three-way with her and Superman." Lex smiled and traced Clark's eyebrows. "I'll take Clark Kent over a shared portion of Superman any day."
"And you'll swear that's forever?"
"Yes, Clark," Lex said, unable to keep the smile from his face. "I do."
TBC
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Date: 2004-09-05 11:20 pm (UTC)Though, at the moment, it makes me yearn for when *my* boys will finally be able to be that way with each other. *smiles*
Rai
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Date: 2004-09-06 02:16 pm (UTC)Ah, thank you. Every time I poste a section, I keep expecting to hear that I struck out with this particular part. It makes me feel really good to hear I'm not. Thanks. :)
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Date: 2004-09-06 05:21 pm (UTC)Rai
Aw, this helped Lex - and me
Date: 2004-09-05 11:59 pm (UTC)A different POV in a long story is fine. In writing we set that off with spacing, blocking, a tilde, whatever it takes and it's done in published books, as you well know, lots of times.
It won't faze me to have you do it.
If anything, you can begin it from Lex's POV, show that division, have the Clark and Lois scene (and man, I am going to enjoy him putting her in her place after the sh*t she just pulled!), and coming back at scene end with another break and ending with a Lex POV again.
Or, it could even be a retelling by Clark to Lex with the same sort of break in story and then finish with, 'and she won't be pulling that crap anymore, ' comment to Lex while Lex's POV is enjoying it.
Or not.
*g* It's your fic after all.
IOW? I'll enjoy wherever you take the story.
Back to this chapter. I understand Lex wanting to numb himself after Lois' stunt. I'd find that kind of stress just as dis-spiriting, although I'd fight it a hell of lot more.
But that's exactly it. That's not where Lex is now and you showed that clearly. He doesn't yet believe in or know of his own inner strength that he needs to rediscover.
It broke my heart when he said that Lois was stronger than him, because she is so not and I'm glad Clark nipped that train of thought in the bud.
I know, also, that Clark will continue to reinforce Lex's sense of self, of strength, of belief in himself.
It's a sign of Lex's depression that he has to force himself to understand that separate activities are *not* a sign of a disintegrating relationship.
Although by the time he reassured Clark in the tub that he had no need or interest in Lois anymore, I think he realized and had affirmed again to himself just how important he is to Clark.
I love that they're gonna take some time off at Clark's folk's farm. Yay, home time. I'm looking forward to that.
I seriously think it's time to change Lex's med dosage - because having no libido is getting to be just as depressing as being depressed. That can't be healthy.
Heh, get me, as though they're real. I want Lex to go to his doc and say that.
Oh nooooo, officer, I'm not trying to tell Serafina how to write her fic. *cracks up at self*
Sorry! You just have me addicted.
As always, I'm looking forward to more, hon.
Enjoy tomorrow? 1st kids day on premises is Tuesday, right?
*sending many happy good luck vibes* I know you'll be great!
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Re: Aw, this helped Lex - and me
Date: 2004-09-06 02:31 pm (UTC)I guess my concern is, normally when I switch POVs within a story, I like to establish that I'll be doing it near the beginning. I'm about forty pages in at this point and my instinct is that it's going to be jarring to the flow of the story. I guess I could fix that by going back and adding a Clark POV nearer the beginning of the fic; maybe have Morgan call Clark after he meets Lex in the cemetary to give him a heads up. Or, maybe I'm just overthinking it.
Back to this chapter. I understand Lex wanting to numb himself after Lois' stunt. I'd find that kind of stress just as dis-spiriting, although I'd fight it a hell of lot more.
But that's exactly it. That's not where Lex is now and you showed that clearly. He doesn't yet believe in or know of his own inner strength that he needs to rediscover.
And it's not just that he's not at the mental place right now, but he was just *so* vulnerable at that moment. Which actually is where i was going with his disinterest in sex in this scene, too. It's not so much the medication, but he's just been through 2 trying experiences in the course of a few hours (going to the psychologist and then Lois) and 3 if you count having to tell Clark and worry about his reactions. So he's got all that pressing on him and just can't relax enough or allow himself to be vulnerable enough to have sex right now.
But, I do like your suggestion about lowering/changing his medication dosage, so that'll probably be worked into the next few parts. :P
Enjoy tomorrow? 1st kids day on premises is Tuesday, right?
No, the kids don't come until Thursday. Tomorrow is the first offical day for staff, and we have a staff meeting. PLus, I have to work up the nerve to tell stupid!teacher that I don't want to team teach with her, which is super-stressful for me.
But thanks for the happy vibes!! :P
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Date: 2004-09-06 02:29 am (UTC)I just love these boys, Clark is so grown up and self-controlled, and he takes such great care of Lex. Lex is such a woobie.
I loved how Clark allowed his insecurity to show through only after he'd put Lex back together again.
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Date: 2004-09-06 02:33 pm (UTC)They are so loveable, aren't they? And a good match: each has what hte other needs in life. *sigh*
Thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2004-09-06 06:30 am (UTC)I also have no problem with different POVs. If you were doing the story as a first person narrative, it might be jarring, but with it being second person I'm sure you'll be able to make it work just fine. You do different POVs well in CotW, and this looks like it's going to be as long and in-depth as some of those chapters.
I'm looking forward to the visit to the farm, and just to more of this story.
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Date: 2004-09-06 02:35 pm (UTC)I almost had Clark burn them right then and there, but he was too focused on Lex, so it idn't work out. I love Clark's possessivness.
I also have no problem with different POVs.
My only real concern is that I'm about 40 or so pages into the story, and it's been entirely from Lex's POV. I'd like to have established tht it might switch earlir, probalby by the second part. In the final draft, I'll probalby end up doing a short Clark/Morgan scene to establish that we'll be seeing the world from Clark's eyes, too.
Thanks!
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Date: 2004-09-06 07:08 am (UTC)I <3 this story.
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Date: 2004-09-06 02:36 pm (UTC)I love your icon. :)
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Date: 2004-09-06 06:13 pm (UTC)Full size version is here if you wanna see:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lunacelestia/2537.html#cutid1
Your icon makes me laugh.
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Date: 2004-09-13 12:04 am (UTC)