L&C Do Europe: part 10
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roxy All previous parts are nestled here together. awww!>
And here we are at part 10! Off we go!
XII Oh Italy!
Instead of a limousine and an efficient LuthorCorp employee waiting for them when they landed in Florence, a red convertible waited near the terminal and someone was sitting in the back, waving madly and yelling “Lex” at the top of his lungs. When Lex waved him over he leaped off the car and ran over to them, and grabbed Lex up in a huge hug. He actually swung him off his feet, like Lex was just some ordinary guy, and Lex—Lex laughed.
A lot.
Loudly.
Clark looked on sourly and then the guy turned to him, arms still around Lex and smiling widely said,“Hello! You are Clark! I am Emilio, an old and very, very dear,” he smirked at Lex’s exasperated snort, “friend of Lex’s. I’ve heard so much about you, and now I finally meet you!” He threw his arms around Clark and hugged him too. And tried to swing him but Clark planted his feet. Nothing short of a tank could have moved him at that point and the guy oofed in surprise and stepped back, eyeballing Clark appreciatively.
“You! You don’t look that strong.” He grinned at Clark as though Clark had done something incredibly clever, just for him. It was such a friendly open, infectious grin Clark couldn’t help smiling back, and immediately Emilio smiled even wider.
“Come! The car is waiting! Everything is ready for us at the villa!”
Villa? Clark glanced over at Lex who shrugged and smiled back.
Lex started to walk on and stopped short, “Wait. I forgot my briefcase.”
As one Clark and Emilio barked, “Leave it!”
Lex stopped, cocked an eyebrow, and a little smile curved his lips. “Oh I can see I’m going to be in trouble.”
Emilio nodded happily and Clark kept smiling, though he felt a quick sting. Emilio was too friendly with Lex—no, not friendly, familiar--that was the word. Familiar like he probably knew what kind of underwear Lex wore and what side of the bed he liked…Clark tried not to sulk as he walked after the two men, half listening to them talk and wondering sadly what side of the bed Lex *did* prefer, feeling a little sorry for himself—he scowled at Lex’s back.
Great. He finally understood why it had been so easy for him to wait patiently for Lana to make up her mind about him—and why it drove him nuts when Lex didn’t immediately do what he wanted when he wanted. It was obvious who mattered more to him. He wished that he could show Lex what he knew now. And he meant right now. Damn.
Watching the two men walk ahead of him, it was obvious that Lex and Emilio were very close friends. Clark sighed quietly. Guys had to have types too, and obviously he wasn’t Lex’s type. Alain had been small and thin and blonde and Emilio was small and thin and a redhead. Clark didn’t need a detailed picture pointing out the fact that tall and dark was Not. His. Type. Crap.
Clark climbed into the back seat of the convertible and tried to smile at Lex. Lex looked a little concerned, and then Emilio put the car in gear and took off. Lex’s look went from concerned to out-right terror, and Clark hoped against hope that his invulnerability wasn’t a possibility but a cold hard fact—he might need it to be.
Emilio drove as if he were sitting on his living room couch and the road was an amusing hallucination. He talked to Lex, one hand on the wheel and his whole upper body turned to face Lex, asked questions of Clark which required him to turn and look at Clark frozen in fear in the back seat and spoke with his hands an awful lot. Conversation was punctuated with screams of “look out!” and “oh my God!” and Emilio told Lex how much he enjoyed hearing him scream his name--leer--and perhaps later…Lex closed his eyes and began to pray. Emilio found it entirely adorable and insisted that Clark agree, “look! Look how he pretends to be afraid, it’s too cute!” and Clark began laughing, a shade hysterically but whole-heartedly--Emilio was a nutcase for sure, but he didn’t seem dangerous. He might even be fun, Clark thought, as he watched Lex go pale and pink by turns.
The villa seemed enormous, and even Clark thought it was beautiful. It sat high in the hills and a gently winding tree lined road led to it. It wasn’t isolated, lots of houses and other villas dotted the road, there was a little village spread along the rolling hills and what Clark had seen of it as they whipped through it at supersonic speed was pretty.
Lex and Clark were silent as they climbed out of the car. Emilio chatted on happily about what he had planned for them, places to go, things to do, and the two nodded, just grateful to be alive.
Clark gawked around as they walked up to the villa entrance. This was what he’d expected from Lex, luxury, privacy and a taste of the rich life. He blushed, that was the kind of thinking his dad disliked, and probably part of the reason he didn’t want Clark hanging out with Lex. Not that he wasn’t happy with his life, he was, he really didn’t want it to be different. It was just kind of cool to not have to worry about every little penny. It felt good to point at something and say I want it and to get it, and--and now he was beginning to feel like scum. God—had he been doing that? Was he treating Lex like that? His shoulders slumped. Maybe his dad had a point….
Lex’s voice broke into his horrified thoughts. “Come on, Clark. Let’s get you set up here,” he grinned and Clark tried to smile back. He followed Lex through an archway, goggling at an amazing pool table in one of the rooms they passed on their way to the stairs. Upstairs were four bedrooms and Lex led Clark to one. It wasn’t a very big room, but it was comfortable and simple. Clark loved it. Luxury was great, but this he understood. The room held a bed, a dresser, a chair and a medium sized wardrobe. There was a thick colorful rug on the red tiled floor and a large window opened out to the back of the property.
From the window he could see a swimming pool and patio below. It was nice; it reminded him of the graveled patio on the back of the Castle property. Turning his head and bracing his hands he leaned further out and could see the balcony of the room next to his, and in the distance tall thin trees marched up the hills surrounding the property, white clouds flew across an impossibly blue sky.
The door to his room opened and he heard footsteps, and warmth he was already familiar with spread along his back. Lex joined him, and leaning over him pointed at the balcony and said that’s my room. Clark nodded, but all he really knew was that Lex was touching him, his knee was pressed lightly against the back of his calf, his chest was on his back and his arm touched his shoulder as he pointed at the iron balcony and the whole thing took less than a second and was burned into every cell of Clarks brain. Lex was already at the door and called out to Clark, “You coming? Emilio has lunch set up for us” and Clark shook his head. “Be there in a minute.”
Lex said nothing for a moment and then replied softly, “Okay.”
When he heard the heard the door shut, he slowly expelled the breath he’d been holding. He collapsed against the window frame like a deflating balloon. He had the most horribly raging hard-on, he was blushing from heat to toe—God. He just needed a minute to get it together….Geez, Lex was hot and not just hot to look at-- he was *hot*. He was like an oven. It felt so good… Clark still felt the warmth against his body. Wow. Just…Clark shook his head and headed for the shower. Cold, he needed a nice cold one now.
continued in part 11
And here we are at part 10! Off we go!
XII Oh Italy!
Instead of a limousine and an efficient LuthorCorp employee waiting for them when they landed in Florence, a red convertible waited near the terminal and someone was sitting in the back, waving madly and yelling “Lex” at the top of his lungs. When Lex waved him over he leaped off the car and ran over to them, and grabbed Lex up in a huge hug. He actually swung him off his feet, like Lex was just some ordinary guy, and Lex—Lex laughed.
A lot.
Loudly.
Clark looked on sourly and then the guy turned to him, arms still around Lex and smiling widely said,“Hello! You are Clark! I am Emilio, an old and very, very dear,” he smirked at Lex’s exasperated snort, “friend of Lex’s. I’ve heard so much about you, and now I finally meet you!” He threw his arms around Clark and hugged him too. And tried to swing him but Clark planted his feet. Nothing short of a tank could have moved him at that point and the guy oofed in surprise and stepped back, eyeballing Clark appreciatively.
“You! You don’t look that strong.” He grinned at Clark as though Clark had done something incredibly clever, just for him. It was such a friendly open, infectious grin Clark couldn’t help smiling back, and immediately Emilio smiled even wider.
“Come! The car is waiting! Everything is ready for us at the villa!”
Villa? Clark glanced over at Lex who shrugged and smiled back.
Lex started to walk on and stopped short, “Wait. I forgot my briefcase.”
As one Clark and Emilio barked, “Leave it!”
Lex stopped, cocked an eyebrow, and a little smile curved his lips. “Oh I can see I’m going to be in trouble.”
Emilio nodded happily and Clark kept smiling, though he felt a quick sting. Emilio was too friendly with Lex—no, not friendly, familiar--that was the word. Familiar like he probably knew what kind of underwear Lex wore and what side of the bed he liked…Clark tried not to sulk as he walked after the two men, half listening to them talk and wondering sadly what side of the bed Lex *did* prefer, feeling a little sorry for himself—he scowled at Lex’s back.
Great. He finally understood why it had been so easy for him to wait patiently for Lana to make up her mind about him—and why it drove him nuts when Lex didn’t immediately do what he wanted when he wanted. It was obvious who mattered more to him. He wished that he could show Lex what he knew now. And he meant right now. Damn.
Watching the two men walk ahead of him, it was obvious that Lex and Emilio were very close friends. Clark sighed quietly. Guys had to have types too, and obviously he wasn’t Lex’s type. Alain had been small and thin and blonde and Emilio was small and thin and a redhead. Clark didn’t need a detailed picture pointing out the fact that tall and dark was Not. His. Type. Crap.
Clark climbed into the back seat of the convertible and tried to smile at Lex. Lex looked a little concerned, and then Emilio put the car in gear and took off. Lex’s look went from concerned to out-right terror, and Clark hoped against hope that his invulnerability wasn’t a possibility but a cold hard fact—he might need it to be.
Emilio drove as if he were sitting on his living room couch and the road was an amusing hallucination. He talked to Lex, one hand on the wheel and his whole upper body turned to face Lex, asked questions of Clark which required him to turn and look at Clark frozen in fear in the back seat and spoke with his hands an awful lot. Conversation was punctuated with screams of “look out!” and “oh my God!” and Emilio told Lex how much he enjoyed hearing him scream his name--leer--and perhaps later…Lex closed his eyes and began to pray. Emilio found it entirely adorable and insisted that Clark agree, “look! Look how he pretends to be afraid, it’s too cute!” and Clark began laughing, a shade hysterically but whole-heartedly--Emilio was a nutcase for sure, but he didn’t seem dangerous. He might even be fun, Clark thought, as he watched Lex go pale and pink by turns.
The villa seemed enormous, and even Clark thought it was beautiful. It sat high in the hills and a gently winding tree lined road led to it. It wasn’t isolated, lots of houses and other villas dotted the road, there was a little village spread along the rolling hills and what Clark had seen of it as they whipped through it at supersonic speed was pretty.
Lex and Clark were silent as they climbed out of the car. Emilio chatted on happily about what he had planned for them, places to go, things to do, and the two nodded, just grateful to be alive.
Clark gawked around as they walked up to the villa entrance. This was what he’d expected from Lex, luxury, privacy and a taste of the rich life. He blushed, that was the kind of thinking his dad disliked, and probably part of the reason he didn’t want Clark hanging out with Lex. Not that he wasn’t happy with his life, he was, he really didn’t want it to be different. It was just kind of cool to not have to worry about every little penny. It felt good to point at something and say I want it and to get it, and--and now he was beginning to feel like scum. God—had he been doing that? Was he treating Lex like that? His shoulders slumped. Maybe his dad had a point….
Lex’s voice broke into his horrified thoughts. “Come on, Clark. Let’s get you set up here,” he grinned and Clark tried to smile back. He followed Lex through an archway, goggling at an amazing pool table in one of the rooms they passed on their way to the stairs. Upstairs were four bedrooms and Lex led Clark to one. It wasn’t a very big room, but it was comfortable and simple. Clark loved it. Luxury was great, but this he understood. The room held a bed, a dresser, a chair and a medium sized wardrobe. There was a thick colorful rug on the red tiled floor and a large window opened out to the back of the property.
From the window he could see a swimming pool and patio below. It was nice; it reminded him of the graveled patio on the back of the Castle property. Turning his head and bracing his hands he leaned further out and could see the balcony of the room next to his, and in the distance tall thin trees marched up the hills surrounding the property, white clouds flew across an impossibly blue sky.
The door to his room opened and he heard footsteps, and warmth he was already familiar with spread along his back. Lex joined him, and leaning over him pointed at the balcony and said that’s my room. Clark nodded, but all he really knew was that Lex was touching him, his knee was pressed lightly against the back of his calf, his chest was on his back and his arm touched his shoulder as he pointed at the iron balcony and the whole thing took less than a second and was burned into every cell of Clarks brain. Lex was already at the door and called out to Clark, “You coming? Emilio has lunch set up for us” and Clark shook his head. “Be there in a minute.”
Lex said nothing for a moment and then replied softly, “Okay.”
When he heard the heard the door shut, he slowly expelled the breath he’d been holding. He collapsed against the window frame like a deflating balloon. He had the most horribly raging hard-on, he was blushing from heat to toe—God. He just needed a minute to get it together….Geez, Lex was hot and not just hot to look at-- he was *hot*. He was like an oven. It felt so good… Clark still felt the warmth against his body. Wow. Just…Clark shook his head and headed for the shower. Cold, he needed a nice cold one now.
continued in part 11
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