So, here's part two. Disclaimer and all that are part one. Part three will be a bit longer in waiting because the boys are still, after three days, unable to come to an agreement about what happens. *shakes head* That's just like them, huh? Enjoy!Part One: Fight
The view of Lana’s house through the telescope did nothing to alleviate Clark’s depression. After last night, he figured he had lost Lex for good. They had had their fights before, as happens in all friendships, but nothing like that.
Lex made him feel things that no one else ever had. Clark thought he had had feelings for Lana because of the way his stomach rolled every time she was near. But once she stopped wearing the meteorite necklace, Clark realized it was just his reaction to the rock that had prompted those feelings. Outside of that, he only felt a strong affection for Lana, as he might for a sister or brother. Lex, on the other hand, made him feel more than just nauseous. He felt hot, flushed and he got hard. But mostly he just felt happier, like all was right with the world because he was with Lex. When he realized his feelings for Lex went beyond friendship, he hid behind his mistaken attraction for Lana to keep Lex from finding out. He couldn’t bear the thought of Lex rejecting him. He realized now, too late, what a mistake that was. Nothing was worth the loss of Lex’s friendship. So much for our destiny
, Clark thought miserably, rising from his crouch in front of the telescope. Turning around he nearly yelped in surprise when he saw Lex standing a few feet in front of him. He looked horrible. He was wearing the same clothes he had had on last night, there were dark circles under his eyes and exhaustion was written in every line of his body. I did that to him.
“Lex.” Unable to say more, he just stopped, despair flooding through him, turning his stomach. Here it comes, he’s gonna tell me never to come over again, that our friendship is over.
“Clark, I…I just came to apologize for my behavior last night.” Lex looked uncomfortable, unable to look Clark in the eyes.
Clark was shocked. The last thing he had expected was for Lex
to apologize to him
. Feeling guilt well within him, he strode past Lex, heading to the couch. “It’s okay, you’ve got nothing to apologize for, Lex. You were perfectly within your rights to treat me that way–“
“No, Clark, losing my temper like that was most definitely not okay, are you sure none of the crystal shards hit you?” Lex followed Clark for a few steps, then stopped, staring intently at Clark.
Clark shook his head as he sat on the couch, “No, I’m fine, Lex, really.” Physically at least. Being reminded of what Lex did to the paperweight hurt. It was the first gift he had ever given Lex, found at an antique shop in Metropolis. It was a simple clear crystal with an elegant lily etched on top. Clark had known right away that Lex would love it.
“I shouldn’t have stopped by last night, I just thought…hell, I don’t know what I thought. I should’ve just gone home.” Clark gazed down at the floor, then through it when he felt Lex sit beside him. Refusing to look up, he switched out of x-ray and just stared at his hands clasped between his knees.
“Clark, no,” Lex protested softly. “I don’t ever want to take that away from you. No matter how mad I may be at you, you’re still welcome in my house.”
Clark laughed bitterly at that. “Even after last week, Lex? You threw me out. Don’t get me wrong, you had every right, but how can you say I’m still welcome?”
“Clark…” Lex sighed, shifting on the couch slightly. “Last week is forgotten. We both said things we shouldn’t have. You scared me last night, when I found you gone. When I realized that what I had done had driven you away. It was late and the storm was getting worse. If the phone lines hadn’t still been up, I don’t know what I would have done.” Lex smiled slightly, “I don’t exactly have the proper vehicles to come chasing after you.”
“You called last night? No one told me,” Clark said, surprised.
“I asked your mom not to. I just wanted to be sure you got home.”
Clark relaxed a bit now that it seemed Lex wasn’t going to break their friendship off.
“You look like hell, Lex. What did you do, stay up all night working on those reports?” he joked lightly.
Lex gave Clark a look of reproach. “No, I stayed up all night worrying about you.”
Clark winced, stammering out an apology. “Crap, I’m sorry, Lex, I should’ve told you I was leaving, I just didn’t think you wanted to hear anything else I had to say–“
“Clark,” Lex looked contrite. “Stop apologizing, what’s done is done. What matters now, is how we get past it.”
Clark stood up abruptly, arms wrapped defensively around his middle, swallowing the lump suddenly lodged in his throat. He didn’t understand this. Lex was supposed to be mad at him, supposed to break their friendship off. He fucked up big time, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
“Why are you here, Lex?” Clark paused momentarily, fighting tears, before continuing. “I betrayed you. Called you a coward, accused you of hiding behind Heidi, said things you should be saying to me
. Accusing me
of.” Clark spun around to face Lex, eyes wet and pleading for understanding. “Why are you forgiving me so easily?”
Lex stood up in front of Clark, invading his personal space, speaking softly, “There’s nothing to forgive. I’m the one who did the unforgivable. Everything you said was true. I am
hiding, I am
a coward. Last night just proved to me how much. And I’ve decided to stop hiding, at least with you.” He stepped closer, raising his face to Clark’s.
Clark couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe it was true. Lex… Lex wanted him
? Looking into Lex’s eyes, at the heat and yearning within them, he made his decision.
He bent down until his lips were mere centimeters from Lex’s. “Tell me to stop, Lex,” Clark pleaded, unable to believe Lex would allow this.
Lex gazed into his eyes, as if searching for something. He raised his fingers to Clark’s cheek, gently brushing away the tears. “I don’t want you to stop.”Warm, soft, sweet
were the only thoughts in Clark’s mind as he kissed Lex. Cradling Lex’s face gently in his hands, he turned his head, coaxing Lex’s lips open, softly running his tongue along the seam. Lex opened to him immediately, hands reaching up to twine through his hair. Clark groaned at the feeling of a silky tongue sliding against his. The kiss turned desperate, his tongue surging into Lex’s mouth, as if he were trying to convey all he was feeling, all at once, in one kiss. Lex returned the desperation, pulling away slightly so he could bite Clark’s lower lip, before plunging his tongue back in, urging Clark’s to play.
Clark walked Lex backwards until his knees hit the couch and he sat down abruptly. Clark followed him down, straddling his thighs, never breaking the kiss. He grasped Lex’s arms tightly, rubbing his erection urgently against Lex’s, afraid that if he stopped, Lex would change his mind, push him away.
Suddenly Lex pulled away, gasping for breath. “Clark, stop, you’re hurting me.”
Clark froze, pulling away from Lex, shame surging through him as he tried frantically to get up. He couldn’t believe he had lost control like that.
Lex stopped him with a strong grip on his waist. “Clark, Clark, it’s okay.” Rubbing his hands up and down Clark’s arms, Lex let his forehead rest against Clark’s, crooning softly, “Shhhh, I’m not going anywhere, Clark. I’m right here. I just wanted you to calm down a bit.”
Clark sagged against Lex, sliding his head down to rest on Lex’s shoulder, relief flooding him. He felt Lex’s arms wrap around him, holding him close. The feeling was wonderful.
“Why don’t we go back to the castle, where we can talk and have some privacy?”
“Okay.” Clark sighed happily, but made no move to get up, enjoying the feeling of holding Lex far too much to let go.
Lex tightened his arms around Clark, “Or we can just sit here and enjoy holding each other.”
Clark snuggled closer, “I vote for that."