Sequel/Series: no Pairing: CLex Rating: PG Category: romance Archive: list archive Notes: a writer’s block breaker inspired by, of all things, an ad for bingo LOL! Warnings: nope Disclaimer: not mine Summary: how long would you wait?
Wet. In fact, Lex Luthor wasn’t just wet, he was soaking. The kind of saturation he associated with a shower or a swimming pool, not with sitting fully dressed on a blanket in a field. Of course, two hours ago, when he’d got there, it had been quite nice weather, perfectly suitable for the picnic he’d planned. Lex was well aware that one, he must look incredibly stupid and two, he was *still* sitting alone, in the rain, after two hours… looking incredibly stupid. He stared blankly at the ruined food, occasionally his focus narrowed to the water cascading from the tip of his nose. Why exactly was Lex Luthor sitting, soaking wet, after waiting for two hours? What other reason than Clark Kent. When had it come to this? *How* had it come to this? At first, he’d just thought Clark was a little late, it was Clark after all! Then, as time had passed, Lex had got more and more angry and had stubbornly stayed right where he was, determined to hear Clark’s excuse… and then throw it right back in his face. Eventually the anger had passed and been replaced with self pity and sadness and Lex hadn’t been able to move when it had started to rain. Why bother? He obviously wasn’t that important to Clark, his best friend, if the younger man couldn’t even make a picnic after they’d not seen each other for a whole month. And yet, Clark had seemed so… Lex couldn’t help smiling softly, even now, as he remembered the enthusiastic reaction when he’d phoned Clark the day before, Lex had even let himself hope… A large drop of water from a leaf above him splattered onto Lex’s scalp, bringing him back to reality. He’d been stood up. With a sigh, Lex shook his head. Really, what did he think he was still doing there? Slowly, Lex started to pack away the plates. @>*~ The corn whipped past him, wet stalks slapping at his face and chest. Clark was wet, dirty and exhausted. Earlier, he’d been accosted by Chloe and dragged to some deserted farmhouse. Which would probably sound great to some guys, but this was Chloe and it was Smallville, and sure enough, they’d been attacked by some weird tentacled *thing* in the back pond. It had all meant that he’d missed his… well, Clark wanted to think of it as a date, with Lex. Clark’s stride faltered for a second. A month. A whole *month* he hadn’t seen his best friend and now he’d missed his ‘date’ and Lex would be mad. Not mad like regular people, but mad in that quiet, clipped, distant way that Clark had come to recognise as hiding deep hurt. He slowed, wondering whether he should go straight to Lex’s to apologise, or go home and shower and change first, when movement caught his eye. Stopping, Clark turned in time to see Lex rise to his feet in the field where they were supposed to have met earlier. Stunned, heart pounding and shaking his head a little, Clark hurried over. He took in the wet, bedraggled appearance and his eyes prickled with tears. “Lex,” he whispered, “You waited.” Lex froze. He swallowed hard, the hurt he felt crystallising in his chest, sharp and painful. “You waited for me,” Clark gasped quietly. Lex laughed bitterly, “Yes, well, our friendship obviously meant something to me.” Clark sucked in a hurt breath. “Meant? Oh Lex, please, I’m sorry.” He reached out to put a hand on Lex’s shoulder. “Really?” Lex asked dryly, shrugging off Clark’s hand. “Better late than never, is that what you think?” “Lex,” Clark said softly, still so touched, so heartrendingly happy that Lex had waited so long for him, that he ignored his friend’s defensive anger. Lex finally turned and stopped as he was about to speak again when he saw the state Clark was in. “Oh God, Clark, what happened to you?” he gasped, reaching out unthinkingly in concern. Clark snorted, “It had tentacles and that is *all* you want to know, believe me.” “That’s why you were late?” Lex sighed. Of course that’s why Clark was late, what other reason would there be? Smiling softly, Clark nodded, “Yeah.” He stepped closer to his friend and put his hand on Lex’s soggy shoulder, “And you waited for me.” Without really thinking about what he was doing, Clark bent his head and gently pressed his lips to Lex’s. Lex froze again, just for a split second before his eyes slid shut and he melted against Clark’s body. “I’d have waited forever for that,” Lex groaned quietly. Clark breathed a sigh of relief, “Really?” Lex opened his eyes and smiled up at the happy green gaze of his best friend, “Yeah, really.” “Good… great.” Clark bit his lip to stop himself from smiling too widely. “Uh, Lex? You’re soaking and I’m filthy. Can we maybe go to the castle and get cleaned up? I have something I want to tell you.” Clark smiled gently. Lex smiled back in understanding and nodded, “Let’s go.” end