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This is the next part of L&C. It’s been a while, goodness. I hope you like it, it was great fun writing parts of it. *G*. I think you’ll know which parts. Please to be enjoying a fresh helping of L&C.
Previous Parts are here, walking their puppy on the leash, aww! Say, wait a minute-- that’s not a puppy….

They walked along a street lined with shops. People filled the little road, tourists mostly, laughing and chatting, everyone seemed relaxed and friendly. The sky was slowly growing darker, shifting from a luminous lavender to a deep sapphire, and Clark kept glancing at Lex, watching the way the sky’s changing colors washed his skin with different tones and thought again how beautiful Lex was. He wanted to tell him, he wanted to stop each person and make them look, but contented himself with smiling at everyone instead. Love *did* make you do the whacky….

Clark boldly reached for Lex’s hand and to his surprise Lex let him take it. They walked on in silence for a while, Clark feeling his heart swell; he was perfectly happy and he never wanted this feeling to end.

The sky eased steadily into darkness as they walked from the center of the city to a footbridge spanning the river and Lex slowed to look at the lights reflecting off the water. Clark stopped and leaned his elbows on the rail and watched the wavelets shimmer with reflected streetlights. After a bit Clark said. “You know, when we get home we need to let our friends know.”

Lex sighed. “I sincerely hope you aren’t suggesting that we have a party and invite everyone over for tea and heart attacks, Clark.”

He huffed in irritation, he could tell by his tone that Lex thought he wasn’t thinking things through. “I’m serious Lex. I don’t want to pretend nothing happened. I don’t want to hide this, do you?”

Lex shook his head. “No, I don’t want to, but have you considered you’re being just a bit…impatient? Maybe we need to wait. A little, Clark, just a little.”

Clark bristled. “What—you want to make sure it’s going to last?” He folded his arms and tried to look reasonable and understanding. Don’t frown, try and smile. Do that Lex thing with the lips and the eyes….

“You know where we live, you know I work in a world that’s not especially tolerant of people like us, Clark.” Lex turned his back to the rail, leaned on his elbows and looked out at the opposite side of the river. A stray breeze made him shiver and Clark leaned against him, lending his heat. “Of course, being wealthy helps, having a reputation for being…sharp… helps too.”

Clark frowned a little. The thought of Lex as a cold aggressive businessman wasn’t especially attractive, Lex acting anything like Big Daddy Luthor wasn’t attractive.

“Being with me takes this out of the realm of high school romance. Do you understand? It won’t be football games and homecoming and making out under the bleachers. It’ll be you sitting at home and waiting for me to call, me trying to squeeze you into my schedule, seeing me with women…” At Clark’s horrified look he hurried on, “Just until we can introduce you to the public as my companion….”

“Lex, do you love me?”

“You know the answer to that.” Lex’s eyes went cold and he jerked himself upright and gestured to Clark to move on, but Clark stopped him. “Then let everyone know. I won’t hide behind you.”

Lex tried to pull his hand loose, tried to walk away, but Clark held tight. “Don’t do that. Don’t walk away from me. This thing—we either do this together, openly, or not at all.”
******

Lex stared at the ground, striving for calm, trying to push down the anger that tried to boil over…being blackmailed tended to do that to him, even when the blackmailer was the person who’d become his reason for living. He took a deep breath--remember, Clark isn’t an opponent. He was everything he’d ever wanted in life. He needed a distraction, a little time to calm them both… “Dessert, Clark?”

“You’re trying to change the subject Lex. I’m…well, I am kind of hungry, now that you mention it.” Lex smiled at Clark and led him over the bridge.

There was a café ahead of them, and the tables with their red and white striped cloths looked inviting. They were scattered about the edges of a little gravel-paved square, waiters flowed in and out between them, placing cups and dishes and whisking the empty ones efficiently away.

Candles on each of the tables floated little stars of flame, and somewhere soft music played. They sat on the wire chairs and waited to be served. When the waiter appeared silently at Lex’s elbow, he ordered coffee and an ice cream for Clark. The waiter smiled at him, asked him if he’d like whipped cream with it, and Clark blushed.

Lex lifted an eyebrow.

Clark stammered, “Just. Umm, looking—very pretty, this place.”

Lex nodded, a careful nod, a nod that said, ‘I’m going to ignore the fact you were staring at the waiter. And I won’t have him killed. Until after coffee.’

When their order came, Lex looped finger and thumb around the handle and wrapped his other hand around the cup and took a grateful sip of coffee. “Perfect,” he sighed, and stretched slightly, missing Clark’s eyes going round as saucers, and looked skyward. He set the cup down carefully, smoothed a hand over his head and took a deep breath. “All right. We tell everyone, your friends, my friends--”

“Especially your friends,” Clark broke in, punctuating his words with his spoon. Lex grinned and continued, “Your dad. My dad. And then we deal. Together.” He sipped at the cup of strong coffee, and watched Clark drop the spoon onto the table, splattering himself with melted ice cream.

“Your dad,” he spluttered.

“Ye-es…” Lex drew the word out. “You tell your family…I tell mine. And we’ll see who survives. Though I’m a lot more afraid of your dad then mine, since your dad has these great big rolling knives on a wheel he calls a mower and a very big chipper—not to mention loads of fields—good for burying things.”

“Lex!” Clark laughed. “Dad would never run you through the chipper!” He grinned evilly. “Though he does have that gelding knife.”

Lex blanched and Clark laughed harder. “I’m kidding! I ‘m kidding!”

“Yes, well, I’m sure that kind of humor goes over big at the hoe-downs.”

Clark grinned and swallowed. Lex, Lex, Lex… you’ve been in Smallville for four years now—I think you can drop the ‘I’m so baffled at your country antics’ thing.”
******

They walked back to the hotel, and all the way up in the elevator, Clark kissed Lex, and touched him, and in between kisses told him he loved him, and Lex kissed him back and told him it made him happy to hear that.

In the room, they shared a bed, the down filled comforter was soft as clouds, and Clark appreciated its plump softness under his knees as he sucked Lex to orgasm and jerked himself off. He watched Lex’s face change as he came, and felt powerful to have that effect on him, loved it when he was limp and sweating under his hand. Sex was wonderful…it made him feel fantastic, that he could do this for Lex, bring him joy and satisfaction. He sighed happily and rubbed his face against Lex’s belly. Lex coaxed him up to lie next to him. “Clark, let me take care of you now.”

He looked puzzled. “Take care of me—oh! Oh no, I’m fine—I’m great,” he grinned at Lex. “Except, I think you’re out of tissues.”

Lex smiled and pulled his head against his chest. “How did I deserve you Clark?”

“God—just lucky I guess.”
******

The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Gertrude

The next morning, Clark convinced Lex that he’d love to go on the tour with him by dint of not listening to Lex’s reasons why he didn’t want to go, why he shouldn’t go, and did Clark realize that he’d reduced him to shouting?

Clark nodded and waited for Lex to realize he had to give in. Lex couldn’t refuse him, it didn’t work that way.

And yes, Lex found himself on a bus, sitting next to a deeply satisfied and beaming Clark, camera clutched in one hand, brochure in the other. They were surrounded by people. Not just people, old people. Not just old people, but tourists from…Lex refused to let the thought enter his mind. He strove mightily to pretend he was still asleep. Words flowed over him, followed him, filled his head the whole day—he suffered. He suffered indignities that he would never have allowed if he hadn’t been rendered stupid by love….

“So, dear, tell us about yourself where are you from? Oh my, Kansas, hear that Gert, he’s from Kansas, do we know any one from there? Are you married honey? Oh, the guy who’s pretending to be asleep is your boyfriend? Oh dear, well, he is a handsome one—cookie? Orange? Marge, where’s that picture of your granddaughter, oh we know hon, but just in case you should change your mind—now Sue, I know it’s not like changing your socks…oh is that the castle? You know, where they had the dinner? With the porcupines—what? Are you sure it was pinecones? Well, if you say so dear—and that handsome Captain. *You* know!—Christopher Plummer-- he could put his shoes under my bed any day…Oh heck yah he could. Sweetie, Rex is it? Do you want to wear this hat I bought my nephew, I’m worried about your pretty head getting burnt…Clark’s a fine looking young man, you lucky thing, Stand over here in the picture with us--Gert, get your hand off his ass! Ned—Ned honey--what? Oh—Rex! Lex? Come over here in the picture, Rex—for god’s sake Gert! Get your hand off his…Sue, can you put down that damn cigarette, we’re going in to the chapel…Thank you boys so much, we had a lovely day! Clark honey, Come see us if you’re ever in New Jersey—you too, Rex dear! Be good to each other...Gert, stop trying’ to take a picture of his ass, get one of the basket, honey, and switch that thing to panorama, aw, you know you were thinking it too….”
*****

Lex was breathless—it’s been a day in which he proved without a doubt, totally and completely he loved his man. Surrounded by the perviest old women he could ever imagine, (not that he’d ever want to) his person assaulted, his cheeks pinched to a flaming red—both sets—his taste impugned, (“is that get up the fashion here, honey? Do all the men wear sandals or just—you know--you boys?”) forced to wear a ridiculous little cap with--good god--with a feather in it…and all the while Clark had laughed and laughed and…just generally been irresistible, oh god. He had it so bad. It was as Gert, or was it Marge, had said. He would drink Clark’s bathwater and as puzzlingly disgusting an image that was, it was true. He wanted any and all of Clark. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Clark and if spending all afternoon in the presence of a gaggle of aged blue-hairs from the—the Garden state, they’d called it—didn’t prove to the boy just how much he cared, then nothing would.

Clark was waving enthusiastically at the old ladies, smiling like a man possessed.

“Lex, wasn’t that great? I got the best pictures, wasn’t it funny when Sue started singing ‘the hills are alive’…Marge was so funny in the gazebo—you know I think she knew every word of dialogue by heart--”

“I think so too Clark.” Lex sounded weary and Clark looked at him, his eyes full of concern and a little disappointment.

Lex leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I’ll never forget this day as long as I live Clark…because I spent it with you, and you were happy.”

Clark’s eyes softened and he smiled. “You do know how to say the nicest things.” He looped an arm through Lex’s. “You’re the best, Rex,” he grinned.

Lex smirked. “Let’s go back to the hotel honey and I’ll run you a bath.”

TBC in part 21

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have a party and invite everyone over for tea and heart attacks

Heeee!

Loved it, honey.

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