Categories: Angst, Challenge
Summary: Lex’s life is turning gray.
Date Of Completion: June 21, 2007
Date Of Posting: June 22, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 485
Author’s Note: This was written for merfilly ’s June/Mood Challenge. The claim I chose was "Listless," and the person was Lex. Yeah, another "LL"! :)
This takes place in the early days of the Rift, so it’s probably somewhere around fourth season.
Lex sat at his desk, the rainbow prisms of light creating diamond patterns on the wood floor. They were beautiful diamonds, jewels in the grayness of his life.
Listlessly he poured another drink from the cut-glass decanter, the light winking in the amber liquid.
He was on his way to getting drunk, but he really didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care about much of anything anymore, actually.
It was the growing rift between him and Clark that was causing the grayness. With his foolish attempt to discover Clark’s secret, he probably had destroyed the only friendship he had ever known.
A twinge of guilt skittered along his nerves. All right, the best friendship. He had experienced a few friendships in the past, but none with the intensity of the one he had enjoyed with the apple-cheeked farmboy.
Lex nearly laughed. His beautiful farmboy, so sweet and so…so luscious…he’d lost him.
Drinking helped keep the pain of loss away. He was accustomed to loss, probably an irony for a man wealthy as a Wayne, but he lived for ironies.
Like finding someone like Clark here in Smallville. He seemed to fit here, a child of the earth, smelling like sunshine and freshly-mown fields, but there was a difference about him.
More than just another pretty face.
A very pretty face.
Lex sighed and drank, then poised the decanter over his glass again.
The doors to the library opened and the subject of his thoughts walked in, looking as beautiful as ever.
“What are you doing here, Clark? Come to accuse me of some nefarious misdeed?”
“To beg forgiveness.”
Clark was on his knees beside Lex’s chair. Lex’s groin itched as memories of Clark in that position spilled through his mind.
“Clark, get up.” The listlessness was still with him. He didn’t dare to start feeling anything else.
Lex looked down at the most beautiful green eyes in the universe. “Contrary today, aren’t we?”
“Lex, I don’t like what’s happening between us.”
Lex snorted. “Well, Clark, that’s life. One day you’re best friends, the next…” He shrugged and started to pour another drink.
Lex looked down at the hand suddenly grasping his. “Clark…”
Clark squeezed it gently. “Please, Lex. Allow me to apologize.”
“For not forgiving you before this.”
Lex shrugged again. “Why should you? I spied on you, poked into your business, tried to find out your secret.”
“I…” The green eyes again, capturing his soul. “Do you trust me, Lex?”
Frowning, Lex tried to make sense of that question. “I…guess I do.” He closed his eyes. “Even with your secret.”
Another hand touched his thigh. Lex’s eyes flew open. “Clark…”
“Look at me, Lex.”
Drowning in emerald-green…
Lips touched his. Despite his best efforts, the veil of listlessness fell away.
With Clark, grayness was always turned to color like the diamonds on his floor.