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capable_ofOn the third day of Opposite Plot, Clark tracks down Lex to his and Anatoly's hut to have some more fun after their disastrous meeting at the club two days before. Lex isn't receptive to the changes in Clark, or his advances, so Clark takes things into his own hands.
After the last two days, Lex was perfectly set to not leave the hut and Anatoly had agreed. Lex hadn't even risked fencing practice since that's where Morgan had ambushed him. Instead, Anatoly was going to the kitchen for food and Lex was setting up the chess board so they could spend a quiet day at home together, away from all the island craziness. Lex prided himself on his nerves, especially after the odd things that had happened to him in Smallville, but even his were beginning to get frayed by all this, more then even dealing with his father ever had.
Clark had spent all having fun. Or at least attempting to, and currently, he was riding the downwave of a buzz and he, somehow, managed to end up at Lex's. Slung around his torso was a lasso, and his black shirt unbuttoned, barefoot, and his hair wet from a recent jump in the pool. He leaned against the door frame and knocked on the door.
Lex looked up from what he was doing, the black side completely set up and he had set up the entire back row of white pieces and was working on the pawns. When he saw who was at the door, he immediately stopped what he was doing, setting the box of pieces on the floor. He stood, but made no move towards the door. It was clear from Clark's body language the whatever the island had done to him had yet to wear off and Lex felt safer where he was, though he put up a cool and indifferent front. "What are you doing here?"
"I was passing by," Clark said with a bright smile. "Figured I'd stop in and say hello." He pouted. "Don't look so Lionel, Lex. It's so unbecoming." He tried to grin. "Are you trying to pretend you're not happy to see me?" He inched his finger and his thumb close together. "Not even a little bit?"
Unable to help himself, Lex glared at the comparison to his father. But of course, this was Clark, he would know just how to get to him and he refused to let him. "Usually Clark, I'll always be glad to see you. But not when you like this. When your not yourself." Especially after two nights ago but Lex really didn't want to be reminded.
Clark rolled his eyes. "You ever think that maybe this is a lot closer to the real me than the whole nice boy next door you obsess over from time to time?" He tilted his head a little. "You're the one whose wanted me to loosen up," he added, "be a little more daring." His brow furrowed a bit, bit his bottom lip, and tried not to chuckle. "Don't you miss the fun, Lex?" Lex knew the kind of fun Clark was talking about. The kind of fun he used to have. Not the illegal, life threatening, or potentially TOO daring kind of fun, obviously.
"Did it ever occur to you Clark, that that was the part I liked about you?" Lex said with raised eyebrows, not amused by this at all and if anything getting annoyed. "If I wanted a horny, rent boy, I could have had a dime a dozen in Metropolis. And I'd /had/ most of them already. The farmboy was exotic to a playboy like myself." He pointedly didn't comment about missing the fun. That would involve admitting things he just wasn't comfortable admitting involving the man he lived with.
He smirked. "Be honest. Not even a small part of you wasn't curious?" He quirked a brow. "Just how long would it take for the nice," he took a step forward, "innocent," brushed his finger along Lex's chest, "farm boy," pulled him closer, "to get dirty." He leaned in. "Don't pretend that even in your darkest moments, the thought hadn't quite slipped in." He tried not to grin. "Would it make you feel better if I put on the flannel?"
That was the sad part. Lex had. He'd thought about it many a time. And it had only been Clark's age and constant mistrust that had prevented Lex from seeing exactly what the answer to that would be. But instead of admitting that, he caught Clark's hand and pushed it away as he said, "Flannel does not make the farmboy Clark. It was /you/. Not this you."
"So, you want me to build stuff for you?" He quirked a brow. Then something clicked. "Oh, that's it. You wanted to do it." He tried not to smile. "Make me dirty. Have the power. The control." He tried to search Lex's eyes. "Heaven forbid the farm boy make the first move, let go, try and have some fun."
The answer was in Lex's eyes. A yes. A dark, powerful yes. Lex had wanted that, the corruption making it that much more exciting to think about. He liked to seduce and court. It was half the fun, especially when the other had no idea...like it had been with Anatoly. Though if Clark really had made the first move...Lex wouldn't have said no. "The farmboy. Not this...persona you have now." Lex clarified, wanting the point perfectly clear.
"Not a persona," he replied. "It's me." Clark pulled off the rope. "Me without all the issues," he said with a sigh, pushing Lex forward because having this conversation in the door was awkward. "Me without worry. Me without all the baggage." He tilted his head. "But if you really think it's not me..." He was trying not to smile at the yes in Lex's eyes. "Save me."
Lex took a step back at the push so he wouldn't loose his balance, jostling the table with the chess board so some of the pieces shifted but didn't fall, his eyes watching Clark carefully. He wanted to believe him, he did, but he wasn't that foolish. "While I admit, the prospect sounds /very/ appealing...I think it would be better if you leave." And he meant it. To the point it surprised him. He was being given what he'd wanted for so long...and he wasn't completely sure he wanted it and the shock showed in his features for a moment.
Clark took a small misstep and knocked the small table, causing it to wobble, adn the game to slip to the floor. Clark was a lot of things. He had the strangest ability to miss the obvious and pick up on the unseen. It was a dichotomy that seemed to define his existence for a long time. Clark slipped off his shirt and tossed it onto the table. "Do you really want me to leave?" he asked, taking the lasso, loosening it, and playing with it. "Ever tell you my dad taught me how to lasso when I was a kid?"
As the pieces scattered and the board clattered to the floor, Lex glanced down for a moment so he could back up another step, without stepping on any of the cherished pieces. "Yes. I want you to take your shirt and your rope and leave." Preferably before Anatoly returned, though Lex would admit he'd appreciate the help at the moment.
Clark roped Lex, and pulled him close, looping the rope around Lex again. "I owe you an apology," he replied, "and I think I need to make up for that." While he spoke, he continued to loop the rope around him.
Unfortunately, there was limited space in the hut so Lex had no room to dodge the rope or to protest when he was pulled forward by it, not to mention the absurdity of being roped like a piece of cattle shocked him for a moment. Once the situation caught up with him, he began to struggle in earnest. "What the fuck are you doing Clark? Let me go!"
"See," Clark said, "there you go. Thinking some more. Aren't you tired, Lex? Of thinking all the time? Of wondering about all the possibilities? Don't you just want to have fun and just..." He took a deep breath. "Just stop thinking about what happened before about what you don't know?" Clark shook his head. "You'll find out what we're up to," he replied with a grin and gave Lex a wink before scooping him up and taking him out the door. "You're in for a wild ride, buddy. That's all I'll say."
After the last two days, Lex was perfectly set to not leave the hut and Anatoly had agreed. Lex hadn't even risked fencing practice since that's where Morgan had ambushed him. Instead, Anatoly was going to the kitchen for food and Lex was setting up the chess board so they could spend a quiet day at home together, away from all the island craziness. Lex prided himself on his nerves, especially after the odd things that had happened to him in Smallville, but even his were beginning to get frayed by all this, more then even dealing with his father ever had.
Clark had spent all having fun. Or at least attempting to, and currently, he was riding the downwave of a buzz and he, somehow, managed to end up at Lex's. Slung around his torso was a lasso, and his black shirt unbuttoned, barefoot, and his hair wet from a recent jump in the pool. He leaned against the door frame and knocked on the door.
Lex looked up from what he was doing, the black side completely set up and he had set up the entire back row of white pieces and was working on the pawns. When he saw who was at the door, he immediately stopped what he was doing, setting the box of pieces on the floor. He stood, but made no move towards the door. It was clear from Clark's body language the whatever the island had done to him had yet to wear off and Lex felt safer where he was, though he put up a cool and indifferent front. "What are you doing here?"
"I was passing by," Clark said with a bright smile. "Figured I'd stop in and say hello." He pouted. "Don't look so Lionel, Lex. It's so unbecoming." He tried to grin. "Are you trying to pretend you're not happy to see me?" He inched his finger and his thumb close together. "Not even a little bit?"
Unable to help himself, Lex glared at the comparison to his father. But of course, this was Clark, he would know just how to get to him and he refused to let him. "Usually Clark, I'll always be glad to see you. But not when you like this. When your not yourself." Especially after two nights ago but Lex really didn't want to be reminded.
Clark rolled his eyes. "You ever think that maybe this is a lot closer to the real me than the whole nice boy next door you obsess over from time to time?" He tilted his head a little. "You're the one whose wanted me to loosen up," he added, "be a little more daring." His brow furrowed a bit, bit his bottom lip, and tried not to chuckle. "Don't you miss the fun, Lex?" Lex knew the kind of fun Clark was talking about. The kind of fun he used to have. Not the illegal, life threatening, or potentially TOO daring kind of fun, obviously.
"Did it ever occur to you Clark, that that was the part I liked about you?" Lex said with raised eyebrows, not amused by this at all and if anything getting annoyed. "If I wanted a horny, rent boy, I could have had a dime a dozen in Metropolis. And I'd /had/ most of them already. The farmboy was exotic to a playboy like myself." He pointedly didn't comment about missing the fun. That would involve admitting things he just wasn't comfortable admitting involving the man he lived with.
He smirked. "Be honest. Not even a small part of you wasn't curious?" He quirked a brow. "Just how long would it take for the nice," he took a step forward, "innocent," brushed his finger along Lex's chest, "farm boy," pulled him closer, "to get dirty." He leaned in. "Don't pretend that even in your darkest moments, the thought hadn't quite slipped in." He tried not to grin. "Would it make you feel better if I put on the flannel?"
That was the sad part. Lex had. He'd thought about it many a time. And it had only been Clark's age and constant mistrust that had prevented Lex from seeing exactly what the answer to that would be. But instead of admitting that, he caught Clark's hand and pushed it away as he said, "Flannel does not make the farmboy Clark. It was /you/. Not this you."
"So, you want me to build stuff for you?" He quirked a brow. Then something clicked. "Oh, that's it. You wanted to do it." He tried not to smile. "Make me dirty. Have the power. The control." He tried to search Lex's eyes. "Heaven forbid the farm boy make the first move, let go, try and have some fun."
The answer was in Lex's eyes. A yes. A dark, powerful yes. Lex had wanted that, the corruption making it that much more exciting to think about. He liked to seduce and court. It was half the fun, especially when the other had no idea...like it had been with Anatoly. Though if Clark really had made the first move...Lex wouldn't have said no. "The farmboy. Not this...persona you have now." Lex clarified, wanting the point perfectly clear.
"Not a persona," he replied. "It's me." Clark pulled off the rope. "Me without all the issues," he said with a sigh, pushing Lex forward because having this conversation in the door was awkward. "Me without worry. Me without all the baggage." He tilted his head. "But if you really think it's not me..." He was trying not to smile at the yes in Lex's eyes. "Save me."
Lex took a step back at the push so he wouldn't loose his balance, jostling the table with the chess board so some of the pieces shifted but didn't fall, his eyes watching Clark carefully. He wanted to believe him, he did, but he wasn't that foolish. "While I admit, the prospect sounds /very/ appealing...I think it would be better if you leave." And he meant it. To the point it surprised him. He was being given what he'd wanted for so long...and he wasn't completely sure he wanted it and the shock showed in his features for a moment.
Clark took a small misstep and knocked the small table, causing it to wobble, adn the game to slip to the floor. Clark was a lot of things. He had the strangest ability to miss the obvious and pick up on the unseen. It was a dichotomy that seemed to define his existence for a long time. Clark slipped off his shirt and tossed it onto the table. "Do you really want me to leave?" he asked, taking the lasso, loosening it, and playing with it. "Ever tell you my dad taught me how to lasso when I was a kid?"
As the pieces scattered and the board clattered to the floor, Lex glanced down for a moment so he could back up another step, without stepping on any of the cherished pieces. "Yes. I want you to take your shirt and your rope and leave." Preferably before Anatoly returned, though Lex would admit he'd appreciate the help at the moment.
Clark roped Lex, and pulled him close, looping the rope around Lex again. "I owe you an apology," he replied, "and I think I need to make up for that." While he spoke, he continued to loop the rope around him.
Unfortunately, there was limited space in the hut so Lex had no room to dodge the rope or to protest when he was pulled forward by it, not to mention the absurdity of being roped like a piece of cattle shocked him for a moment. Once the situation caught up with him, he began to struggle in earnest. "What the fuck are you doing Clark? Let me go!"
"See," Clark said, "there you go. Thinking some more. Aren't you tired, Lex? Of thinking all the time? Of wondering about all the possibilities? Don't you just want to have fun and just..." He took a deep breath. "Just stop thinking about what happened before about what you don't know?" Clark shook his head. "You'll find out what we're up to," he replied with a grin and gave Lex a wink before scooping him up and taking him out the door. "You're in for a wild ride, buddy. That's all I'll say."