L&C Do Europe--one last time!
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roxy...and here we are at the end!
I set out to prove to myself and some nay-sayers that I could write shmoop, and for the most part, I did. Saaaaay...are those pigs I see flying overhead?
It was a lot of fun, and I had a lot of help, thanks so much to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mecurtin, without you, this would have sucked hard all over. Thusly, I dedicate this little story to you, with tons of thanks!
So now we know, that deep down, I’m a kind and loving person who very much enjoys a gently steaming cup of shmoop—and not at all the kind of perv that would write Clark floating outside of Lex and Lucas’ bedroom window and jerkin…
Oh! The Previous Parts would like you to know that they also are a kind and loving bunch and that they are not related so it’s all okay and in good clean fun…whoooo—hard to say that without laughing!
On The Road To Miltown--
Their departure date had arrived. They were up bright and early, the air was still cool, and the sun was just beginning to peek through the narrow street. Clark knew better to cast a even a single glance towards the small mountain of luggage sitting on the dolly in front of the hotel —he told Lex he was over that silly notion that it would disappear forever unless he had his hand on it-but still…he and Marlene were eyeing each other like gunslingers on the sidewalk.
They circled each other slowly while Lex was absorbed in conversation with the driver—Clark felt like he was in that movie, The Quick and The Dead, or something like that—only Marlene was a hell of a lot scarier than Sharon Stone…suddenly she smiled at him, and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds, and at that moment Lex turned to them with a smile on his face. “Ready?”
Marlene waited while Clark and Lex got into the rear of the limo, and turned to sit up front with the driver but Lex called her back. “I have something I want to discuss with you, Marlene.”
“Of course Mr. Alexander,” she smiled and miles of leg slid onto the leather seat, and Clark thought, gay, yes—but still, those are great legs. She smiled benevolently at him and he blushed. Lex watched the little scene with his lips pursed. Not annoyed but not completely amused. Maybe a tiny, tiny bit jealous, and Clark smiled. He liked for Lex to be a wee bit jealous. Later, he could apologize to him, and Lex could forgive him, if he was lucky, he’d forgive him until his knees buckled. Clark leaned back and grinned.
Oh, yee-ah, such forgiving would occur, forgiving until they were sweaty and sticky and wet and—damn!
He was going home—there’d be no forgiving whenever he wanted it—he’d have to wait now and that sucked hard. Crap—he had to sleep by himself now, and there wasn’t going to be a slippery slinky Lex to shower with and to kiss him even before he brushed his teeth and tell him that he was beautiful….
He frowned and rolled his head towards the window as the beautiful county-side rolled by at a steady clip.
Lex seemed to know what was bothering him. He slid a little closer until they were pressed against each other all down the side of their bodies, from shoulder to hip to thigh to knee. He whispered, “It doesn’t matter how far apart we are, we’re always together.”
Clark smiled a little. It was still a little surprising how romantic Lex could be when he wanted to. Clark snuggled closer, mollified now, and ready for what came next. Somewhat.
Lex turned his attention to Marlene, who’d been waiting politely on the opposite seat for Lex to explain his desire for her presence.
“You know, I’m very impressed with your performance. You’ve done more than I asked, much more. You’ve taken the appropriate amount of initiative, added little surprises that were very pleasant--”Marlene and Clark smiled at each other, “I’d like you to look over this.” he handed her a folder. “LexCorp is a growing company, and I need competent—no, I need people who are way above average. I want you.” He looked at her and waited, his head tilted slightly and a small smile curving his lips. Clark figured no way could she refuse that look—he couldn’t.
She smiled. “Thank you, sir, it was my pleasure to be of service. I enjoyed doing this. It was…fun.” She smiled and opened the folder and read the top sheet, smiled a fraction of an inch wider. Good God Almighty, that’s a lot of money.
Lex nodded at her. “Of course, I know you have a lot to think about.” I want you bad but not in that way Call the office on Monday—I’ll be in all day. By the way, I’ve included a package that should help facilitate your move—if you choose to join our family.” He smiled widely. carrot carrot carrot
She skimmed the pages and huffed. “You’re offering an apartment in the Lexcorp tower? Right under the executive apartments I see.” wait a minute-you want a fucking slave! She frowned slightly at him. “And that means?”
for that money? Hell yeah you’re my slave! It means that you’d be on call, to handle emergencies and special projects—but of course it’s not something that would be abused.”much.
Clark looked at Lex from the corner of his eyes; he couldn’t be serious, could he? But by the look on Marlene’s face, he was. Her face relaxed and smoothed out, the smile she gave him had a lot of teeth in it, Clark thought.
we’ll just see about that, buddy-boy “We’ll talk about that.”
Lex nodded. “I’ve taken the liberty of checking with friends of mine who own galleries—I believe your partner runs an art gallery? Relocating to the States might be easier on her if she has the assurance of being able to continue doing what she enjoys.” I’ll make your girlfriend happy
Marlene cocked her head at Lex. “You’ve thought about a lot of things, haven’t you? I’m sure it would appeal to her.” if she’s happy I’m happy…it might work
Clark looked at the two of them. It seemed some accord was reached, they both looked happy. The weird thing was as far as Clark could see, Lex just admitted that he’d checked out her whole life. He wondered how often Lex did that—and why it didn’t make Marlene nervous. Maybe she expected it. She might, after all, she worked for Lionel. She was probably ready for anything.
Lex leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes, and Clark listened to the sound of his breathing slowly even out until he was sure Lex was napping.
He turned to Marlene, who was going over the papers, alternately frowning and smiling.
“So, do you think you’ll like working for Lex?’
Marlene glanced up at him. “Haven’t decided.”
“Oh yes you have,” he grinned and she snorted. “And I’m glad you’ll be working for him. He needs someone like you, obviously.”
She shook her head. “Still thinking. He wants a lot.”
“He does, but he’s worth it. Just go with it. He’s…an irresistible force”
“I prefer to think implacable.” Lex’s eyes were still closed but he was smiling. Clark rolled his eyes at Marlene and mouthed ‘evil’ before reaching over and cradling Lex’s hand in his own.
*****
Clark was happy to be on land once more, good old miles of solid earth beneath his feet, and a lot of sky over his head, exactly where it should be. Flying wasn’t as unbearable for him as it was for some people, but it wasn’t an activity he could recommend as a fun time, that was certain.
He turned his head up to the sun, closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
Home.
Kansas.
Hot as hell and grossly humid and it smelled…what the hell had happened while he was gone?
Lex was at his elbow and murmured, “It takes a few days to get used to it again.” He patted him on the shoulder and then—did that horrible smoothing away thing. It made him angry for a moment. Was he going to pretend things were different now that they were back? He growled, “Lex--”
“Shhh. Your mom and dad are over there. Let’s go.”
His heart spiked in excitement—yes, there they were, there was the old Roadmaster, and there was Mom sitting on the hood and there was Dad, waving both hands like crazy.
Clark trotted over and was meet by his parents; they collided into a moving mass of hugs.
“Mom! Dad! God, I missed you guys so much! I missed you!” he was covered with kisses by his mom, kisses he tried to return between laughing, and his dad threw his arms around him and squeezed him, laughing too.
“You guys, why are you here? Lex was going to bring me home.” He couldn’t stop smiling at them, he didn’t care how goofy he looked when he smiled like that—it felt to good to see his folks.
“We missed you too much, honey—we just couldn’t wait.” She just kept smiling back at Clark and when Lex appeared at Clark’s side, she included him too.
“That’s right son,” his dad beamed. “We couldn’t wait—and look who we brought!”
Lana leaned out of the open backseat door of the old Buick and waved. Jonathan continued, “Yep, she just couldn’t wait to see you either.”
Martha rolled her eyes and mouthed, ‘Sorry’ at the two of them, Clark blushed and scowled and Lex just smiled benignly, and Clark could see how it hurt him, even Jonathan could see that that little smile cost Lex—he blushed deeply, slowly held out his hand and said, “I’m glad to see you home safe and sound again, Lex.”
Lex took his hand and said, “Thank you sir.”
Jonathan sighed and said all in a rush, “We–look-forward-to seeing-you-a lot-at dinner-now-” he stopped and let out a breath before going on a little slower, “especially since...you know…”
Lex cocked an eyebrow and said politely, “I beg your pardon? I’m not sure I understand…”
Jonathan turned even redder and Martha bit her lip and *her* cheeks turned red.
Clark gawked at his dad--what the heck *had* gone on while he was away? Dad was—he was actually trying to be cool—Clark couldn’t even *imagine* what that had cost him. He glanced over at his mom, who was eyeing Dad like a walker at a dog show. This would so not be the time to snicker, out loud anyway…
This---this thing, this moment that he’d dreaded since the beginning was turning out to be… rather entertaining, as Lex would say. Mom elbowed him as Dad went on with his little speech.
Jonathan made a small strangled sound and said, “Since you and Clark…since you …and Clark… are--”
Lex smiled and let him off the hook. “Yes. Thank you, I’d love to come for dinner, whenever it’s convenient for the three of you, sir.”
Jonathan shrugged and laughed, a little shaky and weak, but not unfriendly. “Well, now—no need to wait for an invite, you just come, okay. And call me Jonathan, son. We’re past all that.”
Clark didn’t think there was any way he could love his dad more at that moment, and when his dad looked over and caught his eye, it rocked him. He saw what he kind of took for granted all his life, he saw just how much his dad loved him back.
It was…amazing.
And then Lex was smothered up in a tight hug, and Clark grinned as his boyfriend was being kissed and sized up and poked and prodded and tsked at just like he’d been. Martha finally stepped back, patted his arm and smiled up at him, “Welcome back, dear, welcome back!”
Clark sighed. It was like a big fuzzy bubble was expanding in his chest—looking at the barely concealed delight and relief on Lex’s face made him feel all warm and weepy—and speaking of girly…Clark glanced over at Lana and waved, and then—he hugged Lex good-bye for a while, and kissed his cheek—best not to crack the ice his dad was standing on—and whispered that he loved him in his ear. It may have involved a bit of moisture, and a little heat….
His mom was smiling and blushing a bit when he finally let go of an equally pink Lex, and his dad was coughing and shuffling his feet—but-- smiling. A little painful, a little too bright, but at least it was undeniably a smile. Great—we might all survive this after all! Clark smiled happily at his family.
*****
Lana sat in the car and a tiny line creased the bride of her nose.
She waited for Clark to come over; after all, she didn’t want to disturb his family time. They were talking, hugging, laughing…Clark waved at her, and she raised her hand to wave back but his back was already turned, and she could see him hug Lex…a long time. A full body hug, and now Clark’s head was on Lex’s shoulder….
What did it all mean?
It Was The Best Vacation Ever…
“Pete!” Clark yelled happily when his friend appeared at the top of the loft stairs. “Where have you been!”
Pete hopped over the pile of papers and boxes blocking the way and hugged Clark hard. “Clark! Damn-I missed you, boy!” he pulled away and looked Clark up and down. “So, Europe was a good thing for you—you look great!”
“You too, Pete—how’d your summer go?” Clark swept some more junk off of the couch and gestured for Pete to take a seat. He plopped down and grabbed the enormous bag of chips on the couch next to him.
“Great—hey--got another? He pointed at the soda dripping condensation onto the trunk in front of them and Clark grabbed one from a cooler behind the couch and tossed it to him. “So—what do you want to know about first, the slave job from hell, or the fact that…ah-hem…I got laid?” Pete grinned, his eyes sparkling as he waited for Clark to speak.
Clark’s eyes lit up, “ Wow, Pete—tell me all about the job!”
“Asshole!”
“What?” Clark smirked and Pete grinned and told him all about a certain clerk and a cloakroom….
“Damn,” Clark shook his head,” you sure were busy this summer.”
Pete grinned, “Shit, Clark, I was the definition of busy…Pete Ross is a pimp, boy!”
“Ah. Two girlfriends over the summer does not make you a pimp, and what did we say about country boys and the gangster rapper music?”
“Ahh…fuck you Clark, you’re just *jealous*! And that means you did not get the pussy whilst in the wilds of Europe. Hatin’ ‘cause you didn’t get any and I did—hah!” Pete punctuated his sentence by noisily finishing off his soda and crushing the can, and gracing Clark with a huge grin.
Clark swallowed and started, “Ah-hah…about that, Pete…”
Pete looked at Clark expectantly and Clark blushed and smiled weakly. “We’re friends right?” Pete nodded, still smiling. “and I can tell you anything, right?” Pete nodded again. Of course. “And it won’t matter to our friendship, righ--”
Pete’s smile died, “ Motherfucker, you better be telling me about a new power, I swear--”at Clark’s devastated look, he jumped up and yelled. “No! No! Tell me I’m thinking crazy shit, tell me I’m wrong—Clark! Clark—Lex? And –ew,ew,ew! Fuck! No, man…” He dropped back to the couch and stared at Clark with a look that would do a basilisk proud.
Clark stared back, eyes narrowed and frowning hard. “I’m not apologizing and I’m not experimenting and I’m sure about this and this is the way it is--take it or leave it.” His hear t was pounding by the time he stopped and he felt a little breathless. He waited for Pete to tell him to fuck off—drop dead—whatever.
Pete jumped up and stalked to the stair without looking back. He took a step down. “FUCK!” and came back.
“Okay man, here it is. I can’t not be your friend, I just wish…well it doesn’t matter what I wish. But it’s your life and I gotta say, you do look happy and I guess that counts for…a lot.”
Clark beamed and leaned over to hug Pete, but pulled back at some little—thing-- in his eyes. oh well, he’s trying at least. It kind of hurt, and he started to lean away when Pete suddenly, violently, hugged him back, gave him a hard squeeze before letting him go. “We’re partners Clark, ever since we were brats. I’ll just have to get used to it, right? Learn to say ‘Lex’ instead of ‘Jerkboy.’ ”
“What?”
Oh! Heh! Don’t pay any attention to that. So, um, how’s Pop taking it?”
“You know what? I’m surprised he’s taking it as well as he has. I really expected blood and screaming and shot guns but he’s kind of sort of all right with it.”
“You’re so fucking lucky, Clark.”
Clark nodded and felt a little prick of tears in his eyes. “I know Pete, I really am, to have such great family, *and* friends.”
Pete just nodded and said, “And man, just so you know—I don’t ever want to know, you know?”
Clark grinned, “Yeah, I know—Chloe on the other hand…”
“You told her?”
“Man, she dragged it out of me! It was awful, she kept calling me Frank Nitti and calling herself Elliot Ness—who the heck are they?” Pete shrugged and Clark went on. “God it was like being grilled by Elliot Stabler, only no where near as much sweaty fun as that would be--”
“Hey, hey, hey--what did I just tell you! No knowing! None! No knowing of any kind!”
Clark laughed. “You crack me up, Pete, you really do!”
Pete just smiled back and concentrated on finishing Clark’s chips.
****
And It Was Very Educational…
So…would you like to have the real graduation gift now?
Oh, yes…did I tell you I’m sorry about that?
God, don’t ever be. Would we be here now?
I guess maybe not…can I see it? Is that it? The wrapping’s kind of…beat up…
Yeah, well, I’ve been carrying around for a while. Open it.
Gee, Lex…a watch—oh! It looks like yours…wow…
The face is Lady Liberty. It was minted in the year you were born—see? Do you… like it?
Yeah. Yeah, I do. I want you put it on for me. But first let me—ummm…
Clark! Oh my god, where did you learn to do that?
You like it? It’s what I learned on my summer vacation…
FIN
9-12-05
I set out to prove to myself and some nay-sayers that I could write shmoop, and for the most part, I did. Saaaaay...are those pigs I see flying overhead?
It was a lot of fun, and I had a lot of help, thanks so much to
mecurtin, without you, this would have sucked hard all over. Thusly, I dedicate this little story to you, with tons of thanks! So now we know, that deep down, I’m a kind and loving person who very much enjoys a gently steaming cup of shmoop—and not at all the kind of perv that would write Clark floating outside of Lex and Lucas’ bedroom window and jerkin…
Oh! The Previous Parts would like you to know that they also are a kind and loving bunch and that they are not related so it’s all okay and in good clean fun…whoooo—hard to say that without laughing!
On The Road To Miltown--
Their departure date had arrived. They were up bright and early, the air was still cool, and the sun was just beginning to peek through the narrow street. Clark knew better to cast a even a single glance towards the small mountain of luggage sitting on the dolly in front of the hotel —he told Lex he was over that silly notion that it would disappear forever unless he had his hand on it-but still…he and Marlene were eyeing each other like gunslingers on the sidewalk.
They circled each other slowly while Lex was absorbed in conversation with the driver—Clark felt like he was in that movie, The Quick and The Dead, or something like that—only Marlene was a hell of a lot scarier than Sharon Stone…suddenly she smiled at him, and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds, and at that moment Lex turned to them with a smile on his face. “Ready?”
Marlene waited while Clark and Lex got into the rear of the limo, and turned to sit up front with the driver but Lex called her back. “I have something I want to discuss with you, Marlene.”
“Of course Mr. Alexander,” she smiled and miles of leg slid onto the leather seat, and Clark thought, gay, yes—but still, those are great legs. She smiled benevolently at him and he blushed. Lex watched the little scene with his lips pursed. Not annoyed but not completely amused. Maybe a tiny, tiny bit jealous, and Clark smiled. He liked for Lex to be a wee bit jealous. Later, he could apologize to him, and Lex could forgive him, if he was lucky, he’d forgive him until his knees buckled. Clark leaned back and grinned.
Oh, yee-ah, such forgiving would occur, forgiving until they were sweaty and sticky and wet and—damn!
He was going home—there’d be no forgiving whenever he wanted it—he’d have to wait now and that sucked hard. Crap—he had to sleep by himself now, and there wasn’t going to be a slippery slinky Lex to shower with and to kiss him even before he brushed his teeth and tell him that he was beautiful….
He frowned and rolled his head towards the window as the beautiful county-side rolled by at a steady clip.
Lex seemed to know what was bothering him. He slid a little closer until they were pressed against each other all down the side of their bodies, from shoulder to hip to thigh to knee. He whispered, “It doesn’t matter how far apart we are, we’re always together.”
Clark smiled a little. It was still a little surprising how romantic Lex could be when he wanted to. Clark snuggled closer, mollified now, and ready for what came next. Somewhat.
Lex turned his attention to Marlene, who’d been waiting politely on the opposite seat for Lex to explain his desire for her presence.
“You know, I’m very impressed with your performance. You’ve done more than I asked, much more. You’ve taken the appropriate amount of initiative, added little surprises that were very pleasant--”Marlene and Clark smiled at each other, “I’d like you to look over this.” he handed her a folder. “LexCorp is a growing company, and I need competent—no, I need people who are way above average. I want you.” He looked at her and waited, his head tilted slightly and a small smile curving his lips. Clark figured no way could she refuse that look—he couldn’t.
She smiled. “Thank you, sir, it was my pleasure to be of service. I enjoyed doing this. It was…fun.” She smiled and opened the folder and read the top sheet, smiled a fraction of an inch wider. Good God Almighty, that’s a lot of money.
Lex nodded at her. “Of course, I know you have a lot to think about.” I want you bad but not in that way Call the office on Monday—I’ll be in all day. By the way, I’ve included a package that should help facilitate your move—if you choose to join our family.” He smiled widely. carrot carrot carrot
She skimmed the pages and huffed. “You’re offering an apartment in the Lexcorp tower? Right under the executive apartments I see.” wait a minute-you want a fucking slave! She frowned slightly at him. “And that means?”
for that money? Hell yeah you’re my slave! It means that you’d be on call, to handle emergencies and special projects—but of course it’s not something that would be abused.”much.
Clark looked at Lex from the corner of his eyes; he couldn’t be serious, could he? But by the look on Marlene’s face, he was. Her face relaxed and smoothed out, the smile she gave him had a lot of teeth in it, Clark thought.
we’ll just see about that, buddy-boy “We’ll talk about that.”
Lex nodded. “I’ve taken the liberty of checking with friends of mine who own galleries—I believe your partner runs an art gallery? Relocating to the States might be easier on her if she has the assurance of being able to continue doing what she enjoys.” I’ll make your girlfriend happy
Marlene cocked her head at Lex. “You’ve thought about a lot of things, haven’t you? I’m sure it would appeal to her.” if she’s happy I’m happy…it might work
Clark looked at the two of them. It seemed some accord was reached, they both looked happy. The weird thing was as far as Clark could see, Lex just admitted that he’d checked out her whole life. He wondered how often Lex did that—and why it didn’t make Marlene nervous. Maybe she expected it. She might, after all, she worked for Lionel. She was probably ready for anything.
Lex leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes, and Clark listened to the sound of his breathing slowly even out until he was sure Lex was napping.
He turned to Marlene, who was going over the papers, alternately frowning and smiling.
“So, do you think you’ll like working for Lex?’
Marlene glanced up at him. “Haven’t decided.”
“Oh yes you have,” he grinned and she snorted. “And I’m glad you’ll be working for him. He needs someone like you, obviously.”
She shook her head. “Still thinking. He wants a lot.”
“He does, but he’s worth it. Just go with it. He’s…an irresistible force”
“I prefer to think implacable.” Lex’s eyes were still closed but he was smiling. Clark rolled his eyes at Marlene and mouthed ‘evil’ before reaching over and cradling Lex’s hand in his own.
*****
Clark was happy to be on land once more, good old miles of solid earth beneath his feet, and a lot of sky over his head, exactly where it should be. Flying wasn’t as unbearable for him as it was for some people, but it wasn’t an activity he could recommend as a fun time, that was certain.
He turned his head up to the sun, closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
Home.
Kansas.
Hot as hell and grossly humid and it smelled…what the hell had happened while he was gone?
Lex was at his elbow and murmured, “It takes a few days to get used to it again.” He patted him on the shoulder and then—did that horrible smoothing away thing. It made him angry for a moment. Was he going to pretend things were different now that they were back? He growled, “Lex--”
“Shhh. Your mom and dad are over there. Let’s go.”
His heart spiked in excitement—yes, there they were, there was the old Roadmaster, and there was Mom sitting on the hood and there was Dad, waving both hands like crazy.
Clark trotted over and was meet by his parents; they collided into a moving mass of hugs.
“Mom! Dad! God, I missed you guys so much! I missed you!” he was covered with kisses by his mom, kisses he tried to return between laughing, and his dad threw his arms around him and squeezed him, laughing too.
“You guys, why are you here? Lex was going to bring me home.” He couldn’t stop smiling at them, he didn’t care how goofy he looked when he smiled like that—it felt to good to see his folks.
“We missed you too much, honey—we just couldn’t wait.” She just kept smiling back at Clark and when Lex appeared at Clark’s side, she included him too.
“That’s right son,” his dad beamed. “We couldn’t wait—and look who we brought!”
Lana leaned out of the open backseat door of the old Buick and waved. Jonathan continued, “Yep, she just couldn’t wait to see you either.”
Martha rolled her eyes and mouthed, ‘Sorry’ at the two of them, Clark blushed and scowled and Lex just smiled benignly, and Clark could see how it hurt him, even Jonathan could see that that little smile cost Lex—he blushed deeply, slowly held out his hand and said, “I’m glad to see you home safe and sound again, Lex.”
Lex took his hand and said, “Thank you sir.”
Jonathan sighed and said all in a rush, “We–look-forward-to seeing-you-a lot-at dinner-now-” he stopped and let out a breath before going on a little slower, “especially since...you know…”
Lex cocked an eyebrow and said politely, “I beg your pardon? I’m not sure I understand…”
Jonathan turned even redder and Martha bit her lip and *her* cheeks turned red.
Clark gawked at his dad--what the heck *had* gone on while he was away? Dad was—he was actually trying to be cool—Clark couldn’t even *imagine* what that had cost him. He glanced over at his mom, who was eyeing Dad like a walker at a dog show. This would so not be the time to snicker, out loud anyway…
This---this thing, this moment that he’d dreaded since the beginning was turning out to be… rather entertaining, as Lex would say. Mom elbowed him as Dad went on with his little speech.
Jonathan made a small strangled sound and said, “Since you and Clark…since you …and Clark… are--”
Lex smiled and let him off the hook. “Yes. Thank you, I’d love to come for dinner, whenever it’s convenient for the three of you, sir.”
Jonathan shrugged and laughed, a little shaky and weak, but not unfriendly. “Well, now—no need to wait for an invite, you just come, okay. And call me Jonathan, son. We’re past all that.”
Clark didn’t think there was any way he could love his dad more at that moment, and when his dad looked over and caught his eye, it rocked him. He saw what he kind of took for granted all his life, he saw just how much his dad loved him back.
It was…amazing.
And then Lex was smothered up in a tight hug, and Clark grinned as his boyfriend was being kissed and sized up and poked and prodded and tsked at just like he’d been. Martha finally stepped back, patted his arm and smiled up at him, “Welcome back, dear, welcome back!”
Clark sighed. It was like a big fuzzy bubble was expanding in his chest—looking at the barely concealed delight and relief on Lex’s face made him feel all warm and weepy—and speaking of girly…Clark glanced over at Lana and waved, and then—he hugged Lex good-bye for a while, and kissed his cheek—best not to crack the ice his dad was standing on—and whispered that he loved him in his ear. It may have involved a bit of moisture, and a little heat….
His mom was smiling and blushing a bit when he finally let go of an equally pink Lex, and his dad was coughing and shuffling his feet—but-- smiling. A little painful, a little too bright, but at least it was undeniably a smile. Great—we might all survive this after all! Clark smiled happily at his family.
*****
Lana sat in the car and a tiny line creased the bride of her nose.
She waited for Clark to come over; after all, she didn’t want to disturb his family time. They were talking, hugging, laughing…Clark waved at her, and she raised her hand to wave back but his back was already turned, and she could see him hug Lex…a long time. A full body hug, and now Clark’s head was on Lex’s shoulder….
What did it all mean?
It Was The Best Vacation Ever…
“Pete!” Clark yelled happily when his friend appeared at the top of the loft stairs. “Where have you been!”
Pete hopped over the pile of papers and boxes blocking the way and hugged Clark hard. “Clark! Damn-I missed you, boy!” he pulled away and looked Clark up and down. “So, Europe was a good thing for you—you look great!”
“You too, Pete—how’d your summer go?” Clark swept some more junk off of the couch and gestured for Pete to take a seat. He plopped down and grabbed the enormous bag of chips on the couch next to him.
“Great—hey--got another? He pointed at the soda dripping condensation onto the trunk in front of them and Clark grabbed one from a cooler behind the couch and tossed it to him. “So—what do you want to know about first, the slave job from hell, or the fact that…ah-hem…I got laid?” Pete grinned, his eyes sparkling as he waited for Clark to speak.
Clark’s eyes lit up, “ Wow, Pete—tell me all about the job!”
“Asshole!”
“What?” Clark smirked and Pete grinned and told him all about a certain clerk and a cloakroom….
“Damn,” Clark shook his head,” you sure were busy this summer.”
Pete grinned, “Shit, Clark, I was the definition of busy…Pete Ross is a pimp, boy!”
“Ah. Two girlfriends over the summer does not make you a pimp, and what did we say about country boys and the gangster rapper music?”
“Ahh…fuck you Clark, you’re just *jealous*! And that means you did not get the pussy whilst in the wilds of Europe. Hatin’ ‘cause you didn’t get any and I did—hah!” Pete punctuated his sentence by noisily finishing off his soda and crushing the can, and gracing Clark with a huge grin.
Clark swallowed and started, “Ah-hah…about that, Pete…”
Pete looked at Clark expectantly and Clark blushed and smiled weakly. “We’re friends right?” Pete nodded, still smiling. “and I can tell you anything, right?” Pete nodded again. Of course. “And it won’t matter to our friendship, righ--”
Pete’s smile died, “ Motherfucker, you better be telling me about a new power, I swear--”at Clark’s devastated look, he jumped up and yelled. “No! No! Tell me I’m thinking crazy shit, tell me I’m wrong—Clark! Clark—Lex? And –ew,ew,ew! Fuck! No, man…” He dropped back to the couch and stared at Clark with a look that would do a basilisk proud.
Clark stared back, eyes narrowed and frowning hard. “I’m not apologizing and I’m not experimenting and I’m sure about this and this is the way it is--take it or leave it.” His hear t was pounding by the time he stopped and he felt a little breathless. He waited for Pete to tell him to fuck off—drop dead—whatever.
Pete jumped up and stalked to the stair without looking back. He took a step down. “FUCK!” and came back.
“Okay man, here it is. I can’t not be your friend, I just wish…well it doesn’t matter what I wish. But it’s your life and I gotta say, you do look happy and I guess that counts for…a lot.”
Clark beamed and leaned over to hug Pete, but pulled back at some little—thing-- in his eyes. oh well, he’s trying at least. It kind of hurt, and he started to lean away when Pete suddenly, violently, hugged him back, gave him a hard squeeze before letting him go. “We’re partners Clark, ever since we were brats. I’ll just have to get used to it, right? Learn to say ‘Lex’ instead of ‘Jerkboy.’ ”
“What?”
Oh! Heh! Don’t pay any attention to that. So, um, how’s Pop taking it?”
“You know what? I’m surprised he’s taking it as well as he has. I really expected blood and screaming and shot guns but he’s kind of sort of all right with it.”
“You’re so fucking lucky, Clark.”
Clark nodded and felt a little prick of tears in his eyes. “I know Pete, I really am, to have such great family, *and* friends.”
Pete just nodded and said, “And man, just so you know—I don’t ever want to know, you know?”
Clark grinned, “Yeah, I know—Chloe on the other hand…”
“You told her?”
“Man, she dragged it out of me! It was awful, she kept calling me Frank Nitti and calling herself Elliot Ness—who the heck are they?” Pete shrugged and Clark went on. “God it was like being grilled by Elliot Stabler, only no where near as much sweaty fun as that would be--”
“Hey, hey, hey--what did I just tell you! No knowing! None! No knowing of any kind!”
Clark laughed. “You crack me up, Pete, you really do!”
Pete just smiled back and concentrated on finishing Clark’s chips.
****
And It Was Very Educational…
So…would you like to have the real graduation gift now?
Oh, yes…did I tell you I’m sorry about that?
God, don’t ever be. Would we be here now?
I guess maybe not…can I see it? Is that it? The wrapping’s kind of…beat up…
Yeah, well, I’ve been carrying around for a while. Open it.
Gee, Lex…a watch—oh! It looks like yours…wow…
The face is Lady Liberty. It was minted in the year you were born—see? Do you… like it?
Yeah. Yeah, I do. I want you put it on for me. But first let me—ummm…
Clark! Oh my god, where did you learn to do that?
You like it? It’s what I learned on my summer vacation…
FIN
9-12-05
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9/12/05 10:37 pm (UTC)The ending is perfect *G*, & left me plenty of room to imagine them taking their kids on a trip to Europe and the pre-teens being puzzled over their parents apparent misty-eyed attachment to the Sound of Music's home town!
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9/12/05 10:56 pm (UTC)taking their kids on a trip to Europe and the pre-teens being puzzled over their parents apparent misty-eyed attachment to the Sound of Music's home town!
That's a terrific idea. it would thrill to death to if anyone were inspired to continue this. *koff* Hey! Maybe I should make it a challenge! *evolgrin*
Thanks again for taking the ride with me--it was loads of fun!
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9/12/05 11:01 pm (UTC)Oh, what fun.
:)
Nertz to you, Lana!!
Heeee!
*smoooch*
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9/13/05 01:27 am (UTC)*shmoooooch!*
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9/12/05 11:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for the quality entertainment. I've already personally rec'd it and will smile for a good long while!
Chelly
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9/12/05 11:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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9/13/05 12:36 am (UTC)How wonderful and precious!!!
I loved Lex giving Clark the real gift, and he'd been carrying it around!!
AWWWWWW!!
I love you, darling heart, thank you for giving us this marvelous story!!
*hugstight*
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9/13/05 01:35 am (UTC)I love you too!!!! I'm happy to make you happy! *huuuuuuughug*
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9/13/05 12:40 am (UTC)Hee-hee! Pete, you're hilarious!!
Once again you have proved why you are the fabulous Mizz Roxy!! This was such a great ending to a wonderfully funny and heart-warming story! I have absolutely adored it!!
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9/13/05 01:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/13/05 01:10 am (UTC)Hee! I so wanted to hug Jonathan right here! Which is odd, cause I never want to hug Jonathan. ;)
Hats off to you, darlin! This was such a fun trip! Schmoopy and angsty and romantic and oh, so hot. We loves it, precious! ;)
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9/13/05 01:39 am (UTC)Thank you so much for taking the ride with me--it was great fun! :)
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9/13/05 03:11 am (UTC)Lovely ending, of course, I have to read some of the parts in between, but it was sure fun.
I loved it. *G*
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9/13/05 03:28 am (UTC)I owe you pics! Haven't forgotten!
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9/13/05 03:25 am (UTC)Ah. That was nice. Loved it muchly, and I feel almost sane again! hee! Although, now I'm toying with the idea of reading DPK, again, which... would be terrible and horribly scarring. Again. Lacking the will to resist, I'll probably have to, damn you!
Thanks for another great story!
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9/13/05 03:30 am (UTC)And now I'm out to break some brains with DPJupiter! *grin*
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9/13/05 05:36 am (UTC)This was great! :D
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9/13/05 11:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
9/13/05 06:23 am (UTC)Btw. I loved the whole series and look forward to reading them again. I hope you bring his italian friend back too.
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9/13/05 09:43 am (UTC)I have category fic lists for everyting in SV....mpreg, happy, sad, dark, non-con, rape, wee!clex, alienClark, crossover, college..name it , I have it.
but there are two special lists: the old legendary classic series (means very long fics) in SV, which is not going to change, since I have loved those series from the start of sv, and followed them until now.
then I am there and then contemplating about a list of newer classics in fandom.
I have not reread you whole story yet, but all I can say now is for sure already, Dis Pater is going to be on my list of the new classics.
your Dis pater is one of the best fic I have read last year and this year!
this said, L&C do europe has such a fitting ending, I was a fantastic happy journey, and I totally agree, you CAN write schmoop!!!!!!
Off to re-read the schmoop....
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9/13/05 09:48 am (UTC)as soon as I have time, I will put Dis pater here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/clex_recs/
I need to think about the category first, maybe legacy, angst, or Non-Consensual ?? what do you think??
OMG; and of course firebird and gray wolf needs to be there too!!
please go and archive it also!!
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9/13/05 09:54 am (UTC)And the watch Lex had made for Clark was so sweet. And awwww, he carried it around for Clark all summer long! Awwwww again!
I love you, honey!
{{{hugstight}}}
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9/14/05 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/13/05 10:05 am (UTC)This is just lovely!
*sighs again*
Now you have to archive it somewhere all joined together so I can read it all over again.
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9/14/05 12:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/13/05 10:32 am (UTC)seriously, every minute of this story is totally brilliant!
I LOVE IT!
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9/14/05 12:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/13/05 12:26 pm (UTC)That was such a wonderufl journey!
*hugs*
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9/14/05 12:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/13/05 01:18 pm (UTC)Any chance of a 'L & C do Asia' a little bit (year or so) in the future. Lex would have heaps of business there if he goes multinational and it would be interesting to see how they progress.
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9/14/05 12:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/13/05 09:40 pm (UTC)I loved this story!
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9/13/05 11:37 pm (UTC)Truly magnificent!
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