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last one I swear
This was silly drabble for Sweet J.
Monkeys, Guns and Confession
G
Clex in a barn.
Cursing a silent litany strong enough to peel paint, Lex started to drag Clark away from bloody scene behind them. The boy was a lot heavier then he looked and he didn't exactly appear waif like. The closest place to hide out for a while was an abounded barn he'd spotted about a half-mile away. It was either that or just lying down here in the field next to his friends unconscious body and waiting for Clark to come too. The grass was looking remarkably comfortable.
Still, there was something about the open sky that made Lex twitch. So. The barn. He heaved in a resolute breath and started dragging. As they made their slow progress, he tried not to think about why Clark wasn't getting back up. Over the years, he'd come to realize that to be friends with Clark, he just had to not think about a lot of things. Like Porsches, basic physics, little bits of green rock and annoying brunettes with names that alliterated. And yes, he knows that he has the same initials, but that is totally besides the point.
"Lex?"
"Clark!" Gently, he laid the other man back on the ground to kneel at his side. "Are you all right?"
"Yes...no...I think some of meteor rock dust they were blowing around got into my lungs."
Right. Not good.
"Can you walk?"
It turns out he can, if he leans heavily on Lex which is almost as bad as outright dragging his dead weight.
"You've gained weight." He accuses.
"Nah. You just don't work out any more." A worrisome cough. "Should hire Heidi back."
"Heidi tried to rip my face off and have it for brunch, remember?"
"But she sure knew how to fence."
They both smile wanly at the attempt, but sometimes banter isn't right for the moment. Besides, Lex's vision is starting to go blurry.
"If I've got another concussion, I'm never going to forgive you."
"It's not my fault you're always involved with such dangerous stuff. Stop making deals with criminals." Another harsh barking cough.
"Clark. Those were mutant arms dealers/circus monkeys. It's hardly my fault that they don't understand contractual obligations."
"I don't feel so hot..."He leans over and spits up a wad of greenish glitter.
"Come on...it's just a few more yards."
They make it, against all odds. Clark finds a hay stack and settles himself into it in a way that shouldn't be comfortable. Lex can't even sit on a bale of the stuff without being supremely itchy. He manages to find a must blanket that he throws down so he can settle down.
"What are we going to do, now?"
"Wait. You'll probably cough up most of the dust in the next hour or so. When you're strong enough, we can venture back out." He sighed and scrubbed at his eyes. Clark smiles at him and he remembers that Clark likes it when he does things like that. Childlike things.
"I'm an alien. And I think I might be gay."
The silence is deafening. Lex stares at Clark as if he's totally lost his mind.
"What?"
"I'm an alien. You hit me with your porshe that day and I think I'm attracted to you." Clark coughed against, sitting up to spit more glittering saliva onto the hay. "I'm sorry I lied."
"What....but..."
"I stole a candy bar when I was three and my parents like to have sex in the fields when they think I'm at school. Chloe thinks Pete is hot, but will never admit it because she doesn't believe in interracial relationships and Lana has a mole on the back of her neck that has three hairs growing out of it. There. That's it. I now have no secrets from you."
There have been times when Lex has been speechless. There had been times when he was utterly and completely gobsmacked and most of them had been with Clark. But this time, he feels like he's fallen through the crust and it's hollow just like Jules Verne always thought it was.
"I wanted to tell you." Clark plowed on, wiping green spit from his lips. "I wanted you to know everything. I've been holding back...because I was afraid that you wouldn't care about me, but you've risked your life for me so many times. And today...you know you shouldn't even be conscious right now? You kept yourself awake enough to get me here and safe."
Gingerly, he reached up to touch the knot at the back of his head. The light touch is enough to send searing pain through his system. Figuring it was the only thing left to do, he passed out.
And came to, hours, maybe days later in his own bedroom with Clark sitting at his side.
"Hi."
"I hate being unconscious." He muttered. "Coming to is always a let down."
"You remember right." Clark held a glass of water to his lips and he gratefully sipped.
"I do?"
"Yes."
"Oh good. I was starting to worry. Conjuring up gun bearing monkeys is saying a little to much about my violent side. " He struggled to sit up. Oddly enough, all his issues with what Clark had said seemed to have melted away while he was passed out. His unconscious must have been working over time.
"Living in Smallville must be kind of like an acid trip."
"Except those end." He agreed. "Hey, Clark?"
"Yeah?"
The kiss was awkward. Clark didn't quite know what to do with his teeth and Lex was too weak to really put his hear in it.
"That's a promise." He told him, sinking back into his welcoming bed. "Now. Start from the beginning. Go slow."
And the afternoon was filled with the soft cadence of confession.
Monkeys, Guns and Confession
G
Clex in a barn.
Cursing a silent litany strong enough to peel paint, Lex started to drag Clark away from bloody scene behind them. The boy was a lot heavier then he looked and he didn't exactly appear waif like. The closest place to hide out for a while was an abounded barn he'd spotted about a half-mile away. It was either that or just lying down here in the field next to his friends unconscious body and waiting for Clark to come too. The grass was looking remarkably comfortable.
Still, there was something about the open sky that made Lex twitch. So. The barn. He heaved in a resolute breath and started dragging. As they made their slow progress, he tried not to think about why Clark wasn't getting back up. Over the years, he'd come to realize that to be friends with Clark, he just had to not think about a lot of things. Like Porsches, basic physics, little bits of green rock and annoying brunettes with names that alliterated. And yes, he knows that he has the same initials, but that is totally besides the point.
"Lex?"
"Clark!" Gently, he laid the other man back on the ground to kneel at his side. "Are you all right?"
"Yes...no...I think some of meteor rock dust they were blowing around got into my lungs."
Right. Not good.
"Can you walk?"
It turns out he can, if he leans heavily on Lex which is almost as bad as outright dragging his dead weight.
"You've gained weight." He accuses.
"Nah. You just don't work out any more." A worrisome cough. "Should hire Heidi back."
"Heidi tried to rip my face off and have it for brunch, remember?"
"But she sure knew how to fence."
They both smile wanly at the attempt, but sometimes banter isn't right for the moment. Besides, Lex's vision is starting to go blurry.
"If I've got another concussion, I'm never going to forgive you."
"It's not my fault you're always involved with such dangerous stuff. Stop making deals with criminals." Another harsh barking cough.
"Clark. Those were mutant arms dealers/circus monkeys. It's hardly my fault that they don't understand contractual obligations."
"I don't feel so hot..."He leans over and spits up a wad of greenish glitter.
"Come on...it's just a few more yards."
They make it, against all odds. Clark finds a hay stack and settles himself into it in a way that shouldn't be comfortable. Lex can't even sit on a bale of the stuff without being supremely itchy. He manages to find a must blanket that he throws down so he can settle down.
"What are we going to do, now?"
"Wait. You'll probably cough up most of the dust in the next hour or so. When you're strong enough, we can venture back out." He sighed and scrubbed at his eyes. Clark smiles at him and he remembers that Clark likes it when he does things like that. Childlike things.
"I'm an alien. And I think I might be gay."
The silence is deafening. Lex stares at Clark as if he's totally lost his mind.
"What?"
"I'm an alien. You hit me with your porshe that day and I think I'm attracted to you." Clark coughed against, sitting up to spit more glittering saliva onto the hay. "I'm sorry I lied."
"What....but..."
"I stole a candy bar when I was three and my parents like to have sex in the fields when they think I'm at school. Chloe thinks Pete is hot, but will never admit it because she doesn't believe in interracial relationships and Lana has a mole on the back of her neck that has three hairs growing out of it. There. That's it. I now have no secrets from you."
There have been times when Lex has been speechless. There had been times when he was utterly and completely gobsmacked and most of them had been with Clark. But this time, he feels like he's fallen through the crust and it's hollow just like Jules Verne always thought it was.
"I wanted to tell you." Clark plowed on, wiping green spit from his lips. "I wanted you to know everything. I've been holding back...because I was afraid that you wouldn't care about me, but you've risked your life for me so many times. And today...you know you shouldn't even be conscious right now? You kept yourself awake enough to get me here and safe."
Gingerly, he reached up to touch the knot at the back of his head. The light touch is enough to send searing pain through his system. Figuring it was the only thing left to do, he passed out.
And came to, hours, maybe days later in his own bedroom with Clark sitting at his side.
"Hi."
"I hate being unconscious." He muttered. "Coming to is always a let down."
"You remember right." Clark held a glass of water to his lips and he gratefully sipped.
"I do?"
"Yes."
"Oh good. I was starting to worry. Conjuring up gun bearing monkeys is saying a little to much about my violent side. " He struggled to sit up. Oddly enough, all his issues with what Clark had said seemed to have melted away while he was passed out. His unconscious must have been working over time.
"Living in Smallville must be kind of like an acid trip."
"Except those end." He agreed. "Hey, Clark?"
"Yeah?"
The kiss was awkward. Clark didn't quite know what to do with his teeth and Lex was too weak to really put his hear in it.
"That's a promise." He told him, sinking back into his welcoming bed. "Now. Start from the beginning. Go slow."
And the afternoon was filled with the soft cadence of confession.