Aaaand, we're done!! Exiled.
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roxyHere we go, all finished now. *kisses little story* Go forth little one! You're all growed up now!
Previous parts are all collected here. Thanks for sticking with me, beloveds.
Exiled
The next time his letter was tucked under the windshield wiper of the Ferrari. He raised an eyebrow. He’d thought he wasn’t going to receive another letter, and told himself the flutter in his stomach was caffeine induced. He tore open the envelope and shook out an index card, unlined, with the message crawling slantwise across it.
“Dear Lex,
Okay. Yes. You made me mad. But I know you and I know what’s really in your heart. And you are a big butt-head, but that’s okay too.
I think about you every day, Lex. And I know you think about me.
I love you.
Clark”
He stared at the card for a while. His mind went blank, and he just stood, not really thinking…
He debated calling his dad, calling Bruce…he might need someone to talk to.
Lifted his phone and punched a single number.
“Hello. Yes. It’s me. How are you? I need to talk to you, it’s important. Good, tonight then. No—I’ll come there.”
Hours later, they were sitting in a small restaurant in a private booth. Lex was struggling not to yawn—he’d definitely overdone it, but the wine had been good and the company—well, was company.
“Lex—I don’t see how you could have made such a mess of things and you’re just telling me about it now?” Bruce frowned at him, looking more Bruce-like then ever, Lex thought, and wondered again what had made him come to see this man. After all, he had been part of this whole mess.
Sad when the only friend he trusted was the one that stabbed him in the back. Lex snorted to himself and a giggle escaped him.
Bruce sighed. “That’s it. When you start giggling, it’s over.”
He led a mildly protesting Lex back to the car and listened to him complain bitterly about Clark all the way back to his apartment. When they were back in the garage of his building, Bruce put Lex in the passenger seat of Lex’s car and drove him home.
Hours after Bruce had been picked up from the castle by his driver, Lex was still thinking about what the man had told him. Everyone gets a chance at love, you either took it or you didn’t. But if you didn’t take it, at least shut up about it. Lex winced as his head pounded. He may have been paraphrasing Bruce a bit, but essentially that's what he meant.
He thought about Clark and the first time he saw him, eyes as green and beautiful as the sea, and a smile that lit his face and made Lex smile and still did-- or had-- whether he wanted to or not, he thought ruefully. And now Clark decided he finally was going to fight for him and wait, that is *not* what he meant.
He’d had no plans to ever see him again. That—that farmer, that –user! He’d used him to get to his friend and…and watch his movies and eat his popcorn.
He walked around the huge couch in the entertainment room, stroking the butter soft leather and sighing a little at his foolish optimism—his total belief when he bought it that Clark and he would be screwing their brains out on it. Or even just snuggling together. Like he used to before everything hit the fan and Smallville reached up to tear his heart out.
Lex lay on the couch and tried to clear his mind. His major failing, his main regret, was letting his emotions rule him. He knew it--sure, he could project the image of calm, cool and collected—he could be an ice –cold bastard when he wanted to. He’d had the best teacher after all, thanks dad. But time after time in his personal life he let his temper guide him with terrible results. He needed to approach his personal life like he did his business life, cool –detached…he could have avoided a lot of unfortunate adventures—and his heart beat a little faster at the lightening flood of memories and the irrational thought that if Clark was near him, he’d never have to worry again, he’d be so safe–
He pushed his thoughts almost viciously in a different direction. He was determined not to let his past mistakes (and near death) rule his life. He was a Luthor, and that meant…well, it meant losing your temper, holding a grudge for years and judging other people by an impossibly high standard.
He kicked a pillow to the floor with an unsatisfying thump and wished out loud for Clark to be there. He held his breath for moment and listened, sighed when he heard nothing. Well, what did he expect? If Clark were to suddenly appear in the room then he’d owe Santa Claus quite the apology.
He sat up and reached for the house phone. Maybe he should have some popcorn sent up, maybe watch a movie…and pretend his boyfriend was coming to watch with him. He picked up the phone, and turned to the end of the couch. “Babe, what do you want to watch tonight, it’s your turn to chose?”
He dialed the number for the kitchen and vowed never to drink again–with Bruce anyway. It made him disgustingly maudlin.
The cook assured him the popcorn would be ready in minutes and Lex leaned into the cocoon like couch and told Invisible Clark that he’d asked for the butter on the side because he didn’t like greasy popcorn and Invisible Clark rolled his eyes and laughed at him.
He laughed at himself…wonderful, he survived his dad, the Metropolis club scene, Smallville’s total lack of spiritual nourishment-- almost becoming nourishment he thought and shuddered-- only to go quietly insane because a teenager was sending him letters and reminding him on a daily basis that he let the best thing of his life go from him without a fight. In typical Lex fashion he tried to cut him out of his life and almost cut his own heart out.
“Clark, why didn’t you stop me then? Jesus, why wait this long to tell me you love me?”
A knock at the door brought his popcorn, butter on the side, and he looked at the cup of butter like it was a snake. He really was losing it. Here he had a cup of luke-warm grease for what--old times sake?
He curled his legs under him and pulled the throw off the back of the couch and wrapped it around himself.
Thirty minutes into a very strange and convoluted movie about cornfields or maybe about aliens, he wasn’t sure, Lex was sound asleep.
Lex was walking through a cornfield that seemed to go on forever, the stalks were so high overhead that he could only see green, and a tiny slice of blue sky high overhead. He walked along trying to find some way out, a trail, a road--something beside this thin slice through the field, and every time he tried to step off and into the corn, the leaves sliced him like knives and he instantly healed. It happened over and over until he felt his eyes fill with tears of frustration, and he felt sick and weak. He stumbled and fell to his knees in the dirt and he cried out for help. There was a howling rush of wind, and the stalks blew apart and the sun blazed down from the blue sky revealed by the collapse of the stalks and there he was, looking like an angel as the light flared behind him. He strode forward and took Lex’s hand in his. “Finally, you’re awake Lex. I’ve been waiting for you since you closed the door.”
Lex fell forward into his arms and his body jerked, and his eyes shot open.
He was amazed that he’d been dreaming. It seemed so real and he'd felt so lost and alone until Clark came to save him again.
“Come back Clark! I’m sorry, I do need you!” he called out softly, and there he was right there kneeling next to him, looking into his face and holding his hand. “Good. I need you just as much.”
Lex reached out a hand and touched Clark’s warm skin, stroked his cheek and asked, “Is this real?”
“It's real. I’m really here," he said and kissed him lightly on the head. “I was wondering if the invite still stood to come over and watch movies?” He kissed him tenderly on the lips, and cradled Lex’s head in his hands, "I understand if you’re too busy,” he continued after a moment. Lex reached out to him and Clark crawled up on the sofa with him and settled between Lex’s spread legs.
He laid his head on his shoulder and asked, “You’re not too busy are you?” and pressed tiny kisses against his neck. Lex shivered and whispered. “I’ll never ever in my life be too busy for you Clark.”
He felt Clark react to him, he could feel him harden and he sighed, pressed his own erection against his and they rocked together. Sweep after sweep of warmth flooded his body, and he groaned at the perfect feel, Clark fit into him and he fit into Clark, like two pieces of a puzzle, locked together.
Clark breathed a string of words in his ear, told him forever and told him he loved him and how hot and how hard and how close he was and they slid and rocked against each other like Lex hadn’t done in years and it was perfect. When Clark gasped against his neck and arched, he could feel him coming even through the layers of clothing and it was enough to push him over the edge with him.
Lex's breath caught in his throat and his arms went around Clark and he rested his chin on his head. He sniffed at hair that smelled like sunlight, and rubbed his hands over his broad warm back and he sighed deeply. He was so content now, and even though in a minute or two, they were bound to be…uncomfortable, he wouldn’t—couldn’t -- move if a tornado tore through the place.
Clark pushed his face into Lex’s neck and inhaled, rubbed his cheek against him with a small sound of pleasure and Lex thought it was so good, so very good to finally be home.
11-28-04
the end
Have I told you just how fabulous you are? *hugs you all*
Previous parts are all collected here. Thanks for sticking with me, beloveds.
Exiled
The next time his letter was tucked under the windshield wiper of the Ferrari. He raised an eyebrow. He’d thought he wasn’t going to receive another letter, and told himself the flutter in his stomach was caffeine induced. He tore open the envelope and shook out an index card, unlined, with the message crawling slantwise across it.
“Dear Lex,
Okay. Yes. You made me mad. But I know you and I know what’s really in your heart. And you are a big butt-head, but that’s okay too.
I think about you every day, Lex. And I know you think about me.
I love you.
Clark”
He stared at the card for a while. His mind went blank, and he just stood, not really thinking…
He debated calling his dad, calling Bruce…he might need someone to talk to.
Lifted his phone and punched a single number.
“Hello. Yes. It’s me. How are you? I need to talk to you, it’s important. Good, tonight then. No—I’ll come there.”
Hours later, they were sitting in a small restaurant in a private booth. Lex was struggling not to yawn—he’d definitely overdone it, but the wine had been good and the company—well, was company.
“Lex—I don’t see how you could have made such a mess of things and you’re just telling me about it now?” Bruce frowned at him, looking more Bruce-like then ever, Lex thought, and wondered again what had made him come to see this man. After all, he had been part of this whole mess.
Sad when the only friend he trusted was the one that stabbed him in the back. Lex snorted to himself and a giggle escaped him.
Bruce sighed. “That’s it. When you start giggling, it’s over.”
He led a mildly protesting Lex back to the car and listened to him complain bitterly about Clark all the way back to his apartment. When they were back in the garage of his building, Bruce put Lex in the passenger seat of Lex’s car and drove him home.
Hours after Bruce had been picked up from the castle by his driver, Lex was still thinking about what the man had told him. Everyone gets a chance at love, you either took it or you didn’t. But if you didn’t take it, at least shut up about it. Lex winced as his head pounded. He may have been paraphrasing Bruce a bit, but essentially that's what he meant.
He thought about Clark and the first time he saw him, eyes as green and beautiful as the sea, and a smile that lit his face and made Lex smile and still did-- or had-- whether he wanted to or not, he thought ruefully. And now Clark decided he finally was going to fight for him and wait, that is *not* what he meant.
He’d had no plans to ever see him again. That—that farmer, that –user! He’d used him to get to his friend and…and watch his movies and eat his popcorn.
He walked around the huge couch in the entertainment room, stroking the butter soft leather and sighing a little at his foolish optimism—his total belief when he bought it that Clark and he would be screwing their brains out on it. Or even just snuggling together. Like he used to before everything hit the fan and Smallville reached up to tear his heart out.
Lex lay on the couch and tried to clear his mind. His major failing, his main regret, was letting his emotions rule him. He knew it--sure, he could project the image of calm, cool and collected—he could be an ice –cold bastard when he wanted to. He’d had the best teacher after all, thanks dad. But time after time in his personal life he let his temper guide him with terrible results. He needed to approach his personal life like he did his business life, cool –detached…he could have avoided a lot of unfortunate adventures—and his heart beat a little faster at the lightening flood of memories and the irrational thought that if Clark was near him, he’d never have to worry again, he’d be so safe–
He pushed his thoughts almost viciously in a different direction. He was determined not to let his past mistakes (and near death) rule his life. He was a Luthor, and that meant…well, it meant losing your temper, holding a grudge for years and judging other people by an impossibly high standard.
He kicked a pillow to the floor with an unsatisfying thump and wished out loud for Clark to be there. He held his breath for moment and listened, sighed when he heard nothing. Well, what did he expect? If Clark were to suddenly appear in the room then he’d owe Santa Claus quite the apology.
He sat up and reached for the house phone. Maybe he should have some popcorn sent up, maybe watch a movie…and pretend his boyfriend was coming to watch with him. He picked up the phone, and turned to the end of the couch. “Babe, what do you want to watch tonight, it’s your turn to chose?”
He dialed the number for the kitchen and vowed never to drink again–with Bruce anyway. It made him disgustingly maudlin.
The cook assured him the popcorn would be ready in minutes and Lex leaned into the cocoon like couch and told Invisible Clark that he’d asked for the butter on the side because he didn’t like greasy popcorn and Invisible Clark rolled his eyes and laughed at him.
He laughed at himself…wonderful, he survived his dad, the Metropolis club scene, Smallville’s total lack of spiritual nourishment-- almost becoming nourishment he thought and shuddered-- only to go quietly insane because a teenager was sending him letters and reminding him on a daily basis that he let the best thing of his life go from him without a fight. In typical Lex fashion he tried to cut him out of his life and almost cut his own heart out.
“Clark, why didn’t you stop me then? Jesus, why wait this long to tell me you love me?”
A knock at the door brought his popcorn, butter on the side, and he looked at the cup of butter like it was a snake. He really was losing it. Here he had a cup of luke-warm grease for what--old times sake?
He curled his legs under him and pulled the throw off the back of the couch and wrapped it around himself.
Thirty minutes into a very strange and convoluted movie about cornfields or maybe about aliens, he wasn’t sure, Lex was sound asleep.
Lex was walking through a cornfield that seemed to go on forever, the stalks were so high overhead that he could only see green, and a tiny slice of blue sky high overhead. He walked along trying to find some way out, a trail, a road--something beside this thin slice through the field, and every time he tried to step off and into the corn, the leaves sliced him like knives and he instantly healed. It happened over and over until he felt his eyes fill with tears of frustration, and he felt sick and weak. He stumbled and fell to his knees in the dirt and he cried out for help. There was a howling rush of wind, and the stalks blew apart and the sun blazed down from the blue sky revealed by the collapse of the stalks and there he was, looking like an angel as the light flared behind him. He strode forward and took Lex’s hand in his. “Finally, you’re awake Lex. I’ve been waiting for you since you closed the door.”
Lex fell forward into his arms and his body jerked, and his eyes shot open.
He was amazed that he’d been dreaming. It seemed so real and he'd felt so lost and alone until Clark came to save him again.
“Come back Clark! I’m sorry, I do need you!” he called out softly, and there he was right there kneeling next to him, looking into his face and holding his hand. “Good. I need you just as much.”
Lex reached out a hand and touched Clark’s warm skin, stroked his cheek and asked, “Is this real?”
“It's real. I’m really here," he said and kissed him lightly on the head. “I was wondering if the invite still stood to come over and watch movies?” He kissed him tenderly on the lips, and cradled Lex’s head in his hands, "I understand if you’re too busy,” he continued after a moment. Lex reached out to him and Clark crawled up on the sofa with him and settled between Lex’s spread legs.
He laid his head on his shoulder and asked, “You’re not too busy are you?” and pressed tiny kisses against his neck. Lex shivered and whispered. “I’ll never ever in my life be too busy for you Clark.”
He felt Clark react to him, he could feel him harden and he sighed, pressed his own erection against his and they rocked together. Sweep after sweep of warmth flooded his body, and he groaned at the perfect feel, Clark fit into him and he fit into Clark, like two pieces of a puzzle, locked together.
Clark breathed a string of words in his ear, told him forever and told him he loved him and how hot and how hard and how close he was and they slid and rocked against each other like Lex hadn’t done in years and it was perfect. When Clark gasped against his neck and arched, he could feel him coming even through the layers of clothing and it was enough to push him over the edge with him.
Lex's breath caught in his throat and his arms went around Clark and he rested his chin on his head. He sniffed at hair that smelled like sunlight, and rubbed his hands over his broad warm back and he sighed deeply. He was so content now, and even though in a minute or two, they were bound to be…uncomfortable, he wouldn’t—couldn’t -- move if a tornado tore through the place.
Clark pushed his face into Lex’s neck and inhaled, rubbed his cheek against him with a small sound of pleasure and Lex thought it was so good, so very good to finally be home.
11-28-04
the end
Have I told you just how fabulous you are? *hugs you all*
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11/28/04 09:42 pm (UTC)Sweet and...and schmoopy and...hot and...Bruce! Hee.
*happy sigh*
*holds out faint hope for 'Summer Story'*
Love ya, babes!!
:)
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11/29/04 04:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/29/04 05:50 am (UTC)Yay!!
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11/28/04 10:19 pm (UTC)*happy sigh* So lovely. Thank you :)
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11/29/04 12:57 am (UTC)I love the scmoopiness of this.
*happy sigh*
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11/29/04 04:43 am (UTC)*sweet happy sigh*
11/29/04 03:51 am (UTC)Thank you, sweetie.
{{huggles}}
Re: *sweet happy sigh*
11/29/04 04:44 am (UTC)and I love your icon--so full of hope!
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11/29/04 04:45 am (UTC)*blinks*
11/29/04 08:56 am (UTC)I just mentally coached myself to keep tabs on yet another WIP.
Oh, jsut as well, I love schmoopy endings. *G*
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3/2/05 08:10 pm (UTC)*runs away to read summer story*
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11/25/12 06:23 pm (UTC)Hey, I'll miss this when all the fics are done, lol!