Fic: Back to the Beginning
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fandomcornerTitle: Back to the Beginning (or The Twelve Days of Clexmas)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hils
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Words: 4114
Summary: Clark knows what he wants for Christmas. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
clexmas
Thanks to my darlinglexalicious70 for a speedy beta
He missed Lex.
The realisation came suddenly and unexpectedly while he was trying to get to sleep one night. It was a strange sensation, a dull ache in his chest which felt startling similar to how he felt when there was kryptonite nearby. His eyes snapped open. With the already shocking realisation that he missed Lex came an even more surprising revelation.
He wanted to win Lex back.
* * *
The idea came to him when he was Christmas shopping with Chloe and his mind quickly set about working out how to put his plan into action.
“Clark?” He heard Chloe faintly ask in the background. “Are you ok?”
He flashed her a smile. “Actually, Chloe, I am.”
* * *
Lex stared at the item on his desk, pale eyebrows raised in a mixture of surprise and confusion. The handwriting on the card was clearly Clark’s, and there was no stamp, which meant it had been hand delivered.
He wondered which member of his security team he was going to have to fire until he remembered that Clark had always had an uncanny knack of being able to get into the mansion without anyone from security even seeing him. Maybe he’d forget the firings this time.
He picked up the card, half inclined to just throw it on the fire without even opening it. It was heavy, and now that he was holding it, he could feel the bump of something other than just a card in the envelope. Curiosity got the better of him, as it always did, and he decided to open it.
It was a simple card, depicting all the gifts from the Twelve Days of Christmas song. Clark’s familiar handwriting scrawled on the inside
Lex,
A reminder of when we first met.
Clark
He set the card down and peering curiously into the envelope. Inside was a small pebble. He tipped it out onto his hand, half expecting it to explode when it made contact with his skin. It just sat there cold, smooth and ordinary looking. It had obviously come from the riverbank where Clark had saved his life, and Lex could only assume Clark was trying to evoke some sort of sense of gratitude.
It wasn’t going to work.
He tossed the stone onto his desk and decided to finish his report in another room
* * *
The package was sitting on his desk when he arrived at work the next morning. Of course, none of the security guards knew anything about how it had got there and nothing showed up on any of the security tapes.
Clark’s handwriting seemed to taunt him as he opened the box and stared at the two fencing swords that lay there. There was another card inside the box too, exactly the same as the one from the day before. He opened it warily
Lex
I’ll always remember how graceful you looked the first time I came to the mansion and interrupted your fencing lesson. Merry Christmas.
Clark
He threw down the card, his cheeks flushed with rage as he picked up the phone and dialled Clark’s number.
No answer.
Now he wished he hadn’t fired Chloe so he could demand answers from her instead.
He looked back down at the swords. He’d take them home with him tonight, just to analyse them, of course.
* * *
He was relieved when he got to work the next morning and there were no suspicious packages on his desk. Clearly Clark had got bored of whatever game he was playing and Lex was glad.
The day passed without incident until he called in at The Talon on his way home.
“Oh, Mr Luthor,” a perky waitress smiled when she saw him. He didn’t recognise her. “Someone left something for you.”
He frowned when she handed him a small box, knowing before he even looked that Clark’s handwriting would be on it.
“Where is he?”
She blinked owlishly at him. “I’m sorry?”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Lex snapped. “I’m tired of this game. Where is he?”
Several of The Talon’s patrons were now staring at him, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was finding Clark and putting a stop to this, whatever this was.
“Who?” The waitress asked, now looking more than a little afraid of him. He was glad. Fear had the tendency to make people more cooperative.
“The man who left this for me,” he said in the tone that was usually reserved for addressing small children. He waved the box in her face for good measure.
“Oh! He left a couple of minute before you got here. You can probably still catch him.”
Lex ran.
The streets of Smallville were crowded with people doing their Christmas shopping, but he was sure he’d be able to see Clark towering above everyone else.
He looked one way, then the other. There was no sign of him.
Damn.
He realised he was still clutching Clark’s gift to his chest and figured he might as well open it. Inside were three corn dolls in the shape of scarecrows. It was certainly the strangest gift he’d got so far, but the card inside the box explained.
Lex,
You saved my life that night in the corn field. I’ll never forget it.
Clark
Lex sighed and tucked the box under his arm. Suddenly he wasn’t in the mood for coffee any more.
* * *
It was one thing having Clark secretly leaving gifts for him, but it was another to start involving his staff in this little game. His cook, Mrs. Esparza, had simply smiled when she handed him the box and informed him that ‘the nice young man from the Kent farm’ had left it along with the usual grocery delivery.
He briefly considered firing her for getting involved, but the truth was he liked her too much to seriously consider it.
Inside the box were four shiny red apples. For a moment he was reminded of Snow White, and he wondered if he would fall into an enchanted sleep if he bit into one of them. He wasn’t sure if that would make Clark Prince Charming or the wicked queen.
He shook his head and almost laughed before opening the card to see what trip down memory lane Clark had in store for him today.
Lex,
When you bit into that apple at the farmer’s market I wondered what it would feel like to have your mouth on me
Clark
He raised an eyebrow and had to read the card several times over to check he’d understood it correctly. Clark was getting bolder, and Lex had to ignore the way his words made his body tingle with longing.
* * *
On the fifth day, Clark was back to sneaking the gifts into the mansion, and it was a miracle Lex had found this one at all. He barely went into the room that contained the model of Troy these days. In fact, more than once, he’d considered just destroying the model and throwing the remains away. Instead, he’d decided it served as a reminder of the sort of father Lionel had been, and still was, even if not everyone could see it.
The box sat in front of the model and was heavy when Lex picked it up.
When he removed the paper he was surprised to find the lead box he’d given to Clark all those years ago. Stuck to the box was a small note that simply said ‘open me.’
Inside were four small toys: a king, a wizard and two knights. He set them down in the fort, smiling at how out of place they looked amongst all the Trojan warriors.
The card, when read, made his eyes sting. He attributed it to all the dust in the much-neglected room.
Lex,
I can’t give you the childhood your father denied you, but I can show you what our lives could be. Let me be the Merlin to your King Arthur.
Clark
P.S. It meant more to me than you can ever know when you gave me this box.
He picked up the model of Merlin and slipped it into his breast pocket with a smile. It was time to visit the Kent farm.
* * *
He cursed under his breath when he pulled into the drive and he saw the farmhouse and the barn in darkness. Clark really was doing an amazing job of avoiding him. He couldn’t hide forever, though, and Lex knew that.
In spite of the darkness, he got out of the car and headed to the door, deciding to knock, just in case.
The box was sitting on the porch waiting for him, a note stuck to the outside taunting him with the words ‘do not open until tomorrow’
“CLARK?!” he roared, but naturally there was no answer. How could Clark have known he was coming here tonight? There had always been mysteries and questions surrounding Clark Kent, but this suggested he had the ability to see the future, which was just insane.
He shook his head and took the box back to the car. There was nothing else to do but drive home.
At one minute after midnight he opened it.
It was five packets of different flavours of coffee and a can of cream
Lex,
You have an adorable habit of getting cream on your top lip and nose when you drink coffee. It makes me want to lick it off you.
Clark
Lex felt as though he was about to explode. His whole body burned with a heat he hadn’t felt for a long time and he immediately headed to bed for some private alone time.
He thought about Clark licking him as he came.
* * *
At least because he’d opened his present so early he was able to enjoy a quiet day at work, safe in the knowledge that there would be no surprises.
He almost jumped when his cell phone started ringing just after lunch, and he cursed himself for allowing himself to get this jumpy. He frowned when he realised that the phone that was ringing was not the one he used for business calls, but his personal one. Only a select group of people had the number, and none of them were showing up on caller ID.
“Hello?”
Silence.
“Who is this?”
Now that he was really listening, he could hear the faint sound of someone breathing at the other end.
“Clark?”
The sharp intake of breath confirmed his suspicions. He sighed. So much for no surprises.
“Clark, I know it’s you. The least you can do it talk to me and explain what the hell you’ve been doing for the past few days.”
Still silence.
“Just talk to me, Clark. Please?”
“I…I miss you.”
It was the faintest whisper but before Lex could reply Clark hung up.
Well, that was…strange.
* * *
The next day Clark was back to leaving gifts at work for Lex to find. This time he didn’t even hesitate before opening the box. At much as he hated to admit it, he liked seeing what Clark had picked out and reading about the reasons why. It reminded him of a happier time.
Today it was all seven of Radiohead’s albums. He didn’t especially like the band, but the fact that Clark had picked them out meant something, especially when he read the card.
Lex,
At the time I appreciated your efforts to get me and Lana together. Looking back, though, I’d have rather gone on a date with you
Love, Clark
He frowned. This was the first time since this whole thing had started that Clark had signed the card with love. Surely that had to mean something.
He shook his head, wondering why he was even thinking about this. Clark had been the one to end the friendship after all. But he had to admit that even if there was just a glimmer of hope that things could go back to the way they used to be, or maybe even better, he would take it. He did miss Clark, even if his self-righteous attitude sometimes drove Lex crazy.
He put the card and the box to one side so he could take them home and add them to the collection.
* * *
He had to say that he was amused by the fact that whenever Clark made one of his stealthy trips to the mansion, he always left the gift in a different place. It was like a game of hide and seek, almost.
This time, the box was in the middle of the pool table.
When he allowed himself to think about it, he missed the days when he and Clark used to just hang out and play pool. He’d barely touched the thing since he and Clark stopped talking.
When he opened the box and saw eight Ty Nant bottles, he grinned, knowing exactly what the card was going to say before he even opened it
Lex,
I know exactly what you were doing when you used to drink these in front of me. The way you wrapped your mouth around the neck of the bottle while looking at me left little to the imagination. I’m going to do the same thing to you one day.
Love, Clark
He smirked, remembering how Clark used to blush whenever Lex had pulled out one of the bottles of water. Clark had been so innocent back then, but now…
He read over the last line of the card several times, trying to figure out what it meant. Either Clark planned on teasing him to death or he had something much more pleasurable in mind.
Lex hoped it was the latter.
* * *
He was surprised when the next day there was only the small and now familiar card sitting on his desk. There was no sign at all of any packages or boxes of any kind. He was also surprised at the twinge of disappointment he felt when he realised there was no gift today. Clark’s gifts had become part of his routine now.
He opened the envelope and felt a smile spread over his face when he read the post-it stuck to the front of the card
Look outside :)
He pulled open the curtains and grinned as nine fireworks lit up the night sky outside his window. All of them were blue and red: Clark’s colours.
He watched with a smile until the light had faded before returning to his desk to read the card.
Lex,
I never did thank you for the fireworks at my first real party. You did so much for me back then that I never thanked you for. I hope I’ll get the chance to make it up to you soon.
Love, Clark
Lex hoped that time would come sooner rather than later.
* * *
The next day was different. There was no box, no card, no nothing. For a moment or two he wondered if Clark’s gift campaign had come to an end.
Then the doorbell rang.
He was almost tempted to go and answer it himself, just in case it was Clark. Instead, he had to force himself to sit still and wait, doing his best to look casual. The last thing he wanted was to go charging to the front door like a giddy teenager, only to find his father standing there.
He managed to keep his face neutral as Enrique came in carrying a bunch of flowers.
“Thank you,” he said as he accepted the bouquet, nodding his head to indicate that Enrique could leave.
They were ten white lilies and Lex was sure he’d never seen more perfect specimens. In fact, if Lex didn’t know better, he’d say Clark had handpicked them from their natural habitat rather than getting them from a store.
He sniffed them. Perfection.
It was only then that he noticed the card which had been tucked inside.
Lex,
I’ll never forget how relaxed and happy you looked the night I brought the white tulips over for Victoria. I know these are your favourites and I hope they can go a little way towards making you happy again.
Love, Clark
Clark clearly had no idea what Lex wanted to make him happy, but he appreciated the gesture. He was starting to get impatient though. Where was Clark? If he could just see him and talk to him…still, he’d waited this long, he supposed he could wait a little longer
* * *
It was almost Christmas Eve and large flakes of snow were falling outside Lex’s window, making him glad he’d decided to work from home that day. He wondered if the weather would put Clark off making his usual delivery.
He was right.
The e mail flashed up on his screen just before he was about to stop for dinner.
Lex,
A reminder of happier times. I miss you.
Love Clark
Attached were eleven different photographs of them that had been taken at the school president election party.
Looking at their young and smiling faces, Lex felt a deep sadness at what they had and what they had lost. Before he’d even had a chance to think about it properly, he found himself typing a reply to Clark’s message.
Clark,
As much as I appreciate your gifts and your sentiments, I think it’s time we talked face to face, don’t you? Please come and see me as soon as you can.
Lex
He quickly clicked on the ‘send’ button before he changed his mind. Now all he had to do was wait.
* * *
Although it was now Christmas Eve, Lex insisted on working hard until the last possible moment, just to keep his mind off Clark. It had now been almost twenty-four hours since he’d sent the e mail, and he was sure Clark had better things to do at Christmas, but that didn’t stop him hoping.
Eventually he had to stop when he was informed that dinner was almost ready. He sighed and closed his laptop. Clark wasn’t coming.
It bothered him more than he cared to admit. He’d really hoped that this was the chance for salvation that he’d been waiting for.
“Am I too late?”
Lex’s head shot up at the familiar voice and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
Clark was standing in the doorway, wearing his tux and smiling. His bow tie was draped around his neck like a scarf and he picked up one end with a sheepish grin.
“I never did get the hang of these things.”
Lex smiled and crossed the room, not too fast of course, and tied it for him.
“You’re just in time for dinner.” He said as he stepped back to admire his work. At the same time, he allowed himself to take a good look at Clark. All the signs of the awkward teenager he knew were gone. Clark was broad, tall and confident. He was a man, and he looked amazing.
“My favourite time,” Clark replied with another grin and Lex saw his friend underneath it all.
“Come on,” he said, linking arms with Clark as if nothing had ever happened between them. “I’m starving.”
They ate in silence at first, until Lex couldn’t keep it in any longer.
“So, have you got any more surprise presents hidden about you?”
Clark smiled. “Actually, I do. But you’ll have to wait until after dinner.”
They fell into polite conversation after that. Lex asked Clark how his mother was, Clark asked Lex how business was. It was almost like old time, except for the unaddressed issue hanging over both of their heads. When they finally headed into the study for a drink, Lex was about ready to explode.
“So, what was this all about, Clark? Have you taken on a new job as Santa?”
Clark simply smiled and sipped his drink. “I told you. I missed you.”
“And you couldn’t have just told me that?” Lex asked incredulously.
“This was more fun,” Clark replied with a shrug. “Besides, when was the last time you had a proper Christmas?”
“Oh, I appreciate the gesture. I just don’t fully understand it.”
“Do you always have to understand everything?” Clark asked as he set down his glass. “I just needed to know whether you wanted this, and when you replied to my e mail yesterday it gave me hope. That’s why I’m here.”
“You’re here,” Lex replied in what he hoped was a cool voice, “because I wanted answers. That’s all.”
Clark rose to his feet and for a moment Lex thought he was going to walk out. His heart fluttered in his chest and he had to work to resist the urge to grab Clark’s hand and stop him. Instead, Clark smiled.
“Do you want your final present?”
“What?”
“It’s the twelfth day, Lex. I have one more gift to give you. If you accept it, everything will change between us. If you don’t, I’ll walk out of this door and you’ll never hear from me again. It’s your decision.”
“I want it.”
He’d answered too quickly, he knew that. He’d intended to make it look as though he was giving the matter some consideration but the thought of Clark leaving and never speaking to him again was too much for him to bear.
Clark’s eyes glittered as he grinned and pulled Lex close before kissing him. Lex pulled back in shock after a few seconds, causing Clark to smile.
“That’s one. I have eleven more of these to give you.”
A lazy smile spread over Lex’s face as he tilted his head and kissed Clark back. It was a softer, more sensual kiss than the first one and Lex couldn’t help but moan softly as he opened his mouth to grant access to Clark’s tongue. This was better than anything he’d imagined and it felt so right. It was like coming home after a long time, too long, away.
“Maybe you should give me the rest of my present upstairs,” Lex finally gasped when they parted. There was a whooshing sound and the next thing he knew Clark was gently depositing him on the bed.
“We’re going to have to have another talk, aren’t we?” Lex managed to ask even though his head was spinning.
“Later,” Clark grunted. “Bed first.”
He was already working at removing Lex’s clothes so Lex decided to lend a hand.
“God, Lex,” Clark breathed as he kissed him again. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too,” Lex gasped as he started working on Clark’s tie. “Ever since I first met you.”
“I can’t believe it took us this long to get here,” Clark said with a chuckle.
“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” Lex agreed. “Let’s start now.”
Clark kissed him, teasing and nibbling at Lex’s lower lip before trailing down his neck and only his chest. His tongue flicked out, swiping at Lex’s nipples before Clark’s mouth continued its journey down onto Lex’s stomach.
“Touch me, Clark,” Lex groaned. “I need to feel you.”
Lex’s cock was standing tall and proud, just waiting to be touched as Clark wrapped his hand around it, smiling at the moan of pleasure Lex emitted.
“Oh, God, Clark.”
He hadn’t even done anything yet. Just feeling Clark’s hand on him made him feel like he could fly. Then Clark started to stroke him.
Lex’s hands fisted in Clark’s hair as he moaned again, gasping as Clark increased the speed and the pressure on his cock. He writhed beneath him and Clark used his free hand to stroke Lex’s chest which just made him feel even better.
When Lex came it was with a muffled cry and a contented sigh.
“Merry Christmas,” Clark said as he crawled back up the bed and lay down beside him.
Lex smiled as he tried to catch his breath. “Now, I have a gift for you.”
Before Clark could ask what it was Lex’s mouth was wrapped around his cock. It was hot and he threw back his head when Lex started to hum. His tongue was doing…something and he could feel the explosive energy building up inside him.
“Lex…I’m gonna…”
He came with a groan, his body limp, spent and heavy. It felt wonderful and he kissed Lex when he lay back down beside him.
“I think this is the best Christmas present I’ve ever had.”
Lex just smiled and kissed him.
“Tomorrow,” Clark said sleepily as Lex pulled the blankets over them, “I’ll tell you everything.”
“Tomorrow is Christmas, Clark,” Lex said, his eyes already drifting shut. “You don’t have to tell me anything. I’ve got exactly what I want right here.”
“Me too.”
The End
Author:
hilsRating: NC-17
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Words: 4114
Summary: Clark knows what he wants for Christmas. Written for
clexmasThanks to my darling
lexalicious70 for a speedy betaHe missed Lex.
The realisation came suddenly and unexpectedly while he was trying to get to sleep one night. It was a strange sensation, a dull ache in his chest which felt startling similar to how he felt when there was kryptonite nearby. His eyes snapped open. With the already shocking realisation that he missed Lex came an even more surprising revelation.
He wanted to win Lex back.
* * *
The idea came to him when he was Christmas shopping with Chloe and his mind quickly set about working out how to put his plan into action.
“Clark?” He heard Chloe faintly ask in the background. “Are you ok?”
He flashed her a smile. “Actually, Chloe, I am.”
* * *
Lex stared at the item on his desk, pale eyebrows raised in a mixture of surprise and confusion. The handwriting on the card was clearly Clark’s, and there was no stamp, which meant it had been hand delivered.
He wondered which member of his security team he was going to have to fire until he remembered that Clark had always had an uncanny knack of being able to get into the mansion without anyone from security even seeing him. Maybe he’d forget the firings this time.
He picked up the card, half inclined to just throw it on the fire without even opening it. It was heavy, and now that he was holding it, he could feel the bump of something other than just a card in the envelope. Curiosity got the better of him, as it always did, and he decided to open it.
It was a simple card, depicting all the gifts from the Twelve Days of Christmas song. Clark’s familiar handwriting scrawled on the inside
Lex,
A reminder of when we first met.
Clark
He set the card down and peering curiously into the envelope. Inside was a small pebble. He tipped it out onto his hand, half expecting it to explode when it made contact with his skin. It just sat there cold, smooth and ordinary looking. It had obviously come from the riverbank where Clark had saved his life, and Lex could only assume Clark was trying to evoke some sort of sense of gratitude.
It wasn’t going to work.
He tossed the stone onto his desk and decided to finish his report in another room
* * *
The package was sitting on his desk when he arrived at work the next morning. Of course, none of the security guards knew anything about how it had got there and nothing showed up on any of the security tapes.
Clark’s handwriting seemed to taunt him as he opened the box and stared at the two fencing swords that lay there. There was another card inside the box too, exactly the same as the one from the day before. He opened it warily
Lex
I’ll always remember how graceful you looked the first time I came to the mansion and interrupted your fencing lesson. Merry Christmas.
Clark
He threw down the card, his cheeks flushed with rage as he picked up the phone and dialled Clark’s number.
No answer.
Now he wished he hadn’t fired Chloe so he could demand answers from her instead.
He looked back down at the swords. He’d take them home with him tonight, just to analyse them, of course.
* * *
He was relieved when he got to work the next morning and there were no suspicious packages on his desk. Clearly Clark had got bored of whatever game he was playing and Lex was glad.
The day passed without incident until he called in at The Talon on his way home.
“Oh, Mr Luthor,” a perky waitress smiled when she saw him. He didn’t recognise her. “Someone left something for you.”
He frowned when she handed him a small box, knowing before he even looked that Clark’s handwriting would be on it.
“Where is he?”
She blinked owlishly at him. “I’m sorry?”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Lex snapped. “I’m tired of this game. Where is he?”
Several of The Talon’s patrons were now staring at him, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was finding Clark and putting a stop to this, whatever this was.
“Who?” The waitress asked, now looking more than a little afraid of him. He was glad. Fear had the tendency to make people more cooperative.
“The man who left this for me,” he said in the tone that was usually reserved for addressing small children. He waved the box in her face for good measure.
“Oh! He left a couple of minute before you got here. You can probably still catch him.”
Lex ran.
The streets of Smallville were crowded with people doing their Christmas shopping, but he was sure he’d be able to see Clark towering above everyone else.
He looked one way, then the other. There was no sign of him.
Damn.
He realised he was still clutching Clark’s gift to his chest and figured he might as well open it. Inside were three corn dolls in the shape of scarecrows. It was certainly the strangest gift he’d got so far, but the card inside the box explained.
Lex,
You saved my life that night in the corn field. I’ll never forget it.
Clark
Lex sighed and tucked the box under his arm. Suddenly he wasn’t in the mood for coffee any more.
* * *
It was one thing having Clark secretly leaving gifts for him, but it was another to start involving his staff in this little game. His cook, Mrs. Esparza, had simply smiled when she handed him the box and informed him that ‘the nice young man from the Kent farm’ had left it along with the usual grocery delivery.
He briefly considered firing her for getting involved, but the truth was he liked her too much to seriously consider it.
Inside the box were four shiny red apples. For a moment he was reminded of Snow White, and he wondered if he would fall into an enchanted sleep if he bit into one of them. He wasn’t sure if that would make Clark Prince Charming or the wicked queen.
He shook his head and almost laughed before opening the card to see what trip down memory lane Clark had in store for him today.
Lex,
When you bit into that apple at the farmer’s market I wondered what it would feel like to have your mouth on me
Clark
He raised an eyebrow and had to read the card several times over to check he’d understood it correctly. Clark was getting bolder, and Lex had to ignore the way his words made his body tingle with longing.
* * *
On the fifth day, Clark was back to sneaking the gifts into the mansion, and it was a miracle Lex had found this one at all. He barely went into the room that contained the model of Troy these days. In fact, more than once, he’d considered just destroying the model and throwing the remains away. Instead, he’d decided it served as a reminder of the sort of father Lionel had been, and still was, even if not everyone could see it.
The box sat in front of the model and was heavy when Lex picked it up.
When he removed the paper he was surprised to find the lead box he’d given to Clark all those years ago. Stuck to the box was a small note that simply said ‘open me.’
Inside were four small toys: a king, a wizard and two knights. He set them down in the fort, smiling at how out of place they looked amongst all the Trojan warriors.
The card, when read, made his eyes sting. He attributed it to all the dust in the much-neglected room.
Lex,
I can’t give you the childhood your father denied you, but I can show you what our lives could be. Let me be the Merlin to your King Arthur.
Clark
P.S. It meant more to me than you can ever know when you gave me this box.
He picked up the model of Merlin and slipped it into his breast pocket with a smile. It was time to visit the Kent farm.
* * *
He cursed under his breath when he pulled into the drive and he saw the farmhouse and the barn in darkness. Clark really was doing an amazing job of avoiding him. He couldn’t hide forever, though, and Lex knew that.
In spite of the darkness, he got out of the car and headed to the door, deciding to knock, just in case.
The box was sitting on the porch waiting for him, a note stuck to the outside taunting him with the words ‘do not open until tomorrow’
“CLARK?!” he roared, but naturally there was no answer. How could Clark have known he was coming here tonight? There had always been mysteries and questions surrounding Clark Kent, but this suggested he had the ability to see the future, which was just insane.
He shook his head and took the box back to the car. There was nothing else to do but drive home.
At one minute after midnight he opened it.
It was five packets of different flavours of coffee and a can of cream
Lex,
You have an adorable habit of getting cream on your top lip and nose when you drink coffee. It makes me want to lick it off you.
Clark
Lex felt as though he was about to explode. His whole body burned with a heat he hadn’t felt for a long time and he immediately headed to bed for some private alone time.
He thought about Clark licking him as he came.
* * *
At least because he’d opened his present so early he was able to enjoy a quiet day at work, safe in the knowledge that there would be no surprises.
He almost jumped when his cell phone started ringing just after lunch, and he cursed himself for allowing himself to get this jumpy. He frowned when he realised that the phone that was ringing was not the one he used for business calls, but his personal one. Only a select group of people had the number, and none of them were showing up on caller ID.
“Hello?”
Silence.
“Who is this?”
Now that he was really listening, he could hear the faint sound of someone breathing at the other end.
“Clark?”
The sharp intake of breath confirmed his suspicions. He sighed. So much for no surprises.
“Clark, I know it’s you. The least you can do it talk to me and explain what the hell you’ve been doing for the past few days.”
Still silence.
“Just talk to me, Clark. Please?”
“I…I miss you.”
It was the faintest whisper but before Lex could reply Clark hung up.
Well, that was…strange.
* * *
The next day Clark was back to leaving gifts at work for Lex to find. This time he didn’t even hesitate before opening the box. At much as he hated to admit it, he liked seeing what Clark had picked out and reading about the reasons why. It reminded him of a happier time.
Today it was all seven of Radiohead’s albums. He didn’t especially like the band, but the fact that Clark had picked them out meant something, especially when he read the card.
Lex,
At the time I appreciated your efforts to get me and Lana together. Looking back, though, I’d have rather gone on a date with you
Love, Clark
He frowned. This was the first time since this whole thing had started that Clark had signed the card with love. Surely that had to mean something.
He shook his head, wondering why he was even thinking about this. Clark had been the one to end the friendship after all. But he had to admit that even if there was just a glimmer of hope that things could go back to the way they used to be, or maybe even better, he would take it. He did miss Clark, even if his self-righteous attitude sometimes drove Lex crazy.
He put the card and the box to one side so he could take them home and add them to the collection.
* * *
He had to say that he was amused by the fact that whenever Clark made one of his stealthy trips to the mansion, he always left the gift in a different place. It was like a game of hide and seek, almost.
This time, the box was in the middle of the pool table.
When he allowed himself to think about it, he missed the days when he and Clark used to just hang out and play pool. He’d barely touched the thing since he and Clark stopped talking.
When he opened the box and saw eight Ty Nant bottles, he grinned, knowing exactly what the card was going to say before he even opened it
Lex,
I know exactly what you were doing when you used to drink these in front of me. The way you wrapped your mouth around the neck of the bottle while looking at me left little to the imagination. I’m going to do the same thing to you one day.
Love, Clark
He smirked, remembering how Clark used to blush whenever Lex had pulled out one of the bottles of water. Clark had been so innocent back then, but now…
He read over the last line of the card several times, trying to figure out what it meant. Either Clark planned on teasing him to death or he had something much more pleasurable in mind.
Lex hoped it was the latter.
* * *
He was surprised when the next day there was only the small and now familiar card sitting on his desk. There was no sign at all of any packages or boxes of any kind. He was also surprised at the twinge of disappointment he felt when he realised there was no gift today. Clark’s gifts had become part of his routine now.
He opened the envelope and felt a smile spread over his face when he read the post-it stuck to the front of the card
Look outside :)
He pulled open the curtains and grinned as nine fireworks lit up the night sky outside his window. All of them were blue and red: Clark’s colours.
He watched with a smile until the light had faded before returning to his desk to read the card.
Lex,
I never did thank you for the fireworks at my first real party. You did so much for me back then that I never thanked you for. I hope I’ll get the chance to make it up to you soon.
Love, Clark
Lex hoped that time would come sooner rather than later.
* * *
The next day was different. There was no box, no card, no nothing. For a moment or two he wondered if Clark’s gift campaign had come to an end.
Then the doorbell rang.
He was almost tempted to go and answer it himself, just in case it was Clark. Instead, he had to force himself to sit still and wait, doing his best to look casual. The last thing he wanted was to go charging to the front door like a giddy teenager, only to find his father standing there.
He managed to keep his face neutral as Enrique came in carrying a bunch of flowers.
“Thank you,” he said as he accepted the bouquet, nodding his head to indicate that Enrique could leave.
They were ten white lilies and Lex was sure he’d never seen more perfect specimens. In fact, if Lex didn’t know better, he’d say Clark had handpicked them from their natural habitat rather than getting them from a store.
He sniffed them. Perfection.
It was only then that he noticed the card which had been tucked inside.
Lex,
I’ll never forget how relaxed and happy you looked the night I brought the white tulips over for Victoria. I know these are your favourites and I hope they can go a little way towards making you happy again.
Love, Clark
Clark clearly had no idea what Lex wanted to make him happy, but he appreciated the gesture. He was starting to get impatient though. Where was Clark? If he could just see him and talk to him…still, he’d waited this long, he supposed he could wait a little longer
* * *
It was almost Christmas Eve and large flakes of snow were falling outside Lex’s window, making him glad he’d decided to work from home that day. He wondered if the weather would put Clark off making his usual delivery.
He was right.
The e mail flashed up on his screen just before he was about to stop for dinner.
Lex,
A reminder of happier times. I miss you.
Love Clark
Attached were eleven different photographs of them that had been taken at the school president election party.
Looking at their young and smiling faces, Lex felt a deep sadness at what they had and what they had lost. Before he’d even had a chance to think about it properly, he found himself typing a reply to Clark’s message.
Clark,
As much as I appreciate your gifts and your sentiments, I think it’s time we talked face to face, don’t you? Please come and see me as soon as you can.
Lex
He quickly clicked on the ‘send’ button before he changed his mind. Now all he had to do was wait.
* * *
Although it was now Christmas Eve, Lex insisted on working hard until the last possible moment, just to keep his mind off Clark. It had now been almost twenty-four hours since he’d sent the e mail, and he was sure Clark had better things to do at Christmas, but that didn’t stop him hoping.
Eventually he had to stop when he was informed that dinner was almost ready. He sighed and closed his laptop. Clark wasn’t coming.
It bothered him more than he cared to admit. He’d really hoped that this was the chance for salvation that he’d been waiting for.
“Am I too late?”
Lex’s head shot up at the familiar voice and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
Clark was standing in the doorway, wearing his tux and smiling. His bow tie was draped around his neck like a scarf and he picked up one end with a sheepish grin.
“I never did get the hang of these things.”
Lex smiled and crossed the room, not too fast of course, and tied it for him.
“You’re just in time for dinner.” He said as he stepped back to admire his work. At the same time, he allowed himself to take a good look at Clark. All the signs of the awkward teenager he knew were gone. Clark was broad, tall and confident. He was a man, and he looked amazing.
“My favourite time,” Clark replied with another grin and Lex saw his friend underneath it all.
“Come on,” he said, linking arms with Clark as if nothing had ever happened between them. “I’m starving.”
They ate in silence at first, until Lex couldn’t keep it in any longer.
“So, have you got any more surprise presents hidden about you?”
Clark smiled. “Actually, I do. But you’ll have to wait until after dinner.”
They fell into polite conversation after that. Lex asked Clark how his mother was, Clark asked Lex how business was. It was almost like old time, except for the unaddressed issue hanging over both of their heads. When they finally headed into the study for a drink, Lex was about ready to explode.
“So, what was this all about, Clark? Have you taken on a new job as Santa?”
Clark simply smiled and sipped his drink. “I told you. I missed you.”
“And you couldn’t have just told me that?” Lex asked incredulously.
“This was more fun,” Clark replied with a shrug. “Besides, when was the last time you had a proper Christmas?”
“Oh, I appreciate the gesture. I just don’t fully understand it.”
“Do you always have to understand everything?” Clark asked as he set down his glass. “I just needed to know whether you wanted this, and when you replied to my e mail yesterday it gave me hope. That’s why I’m here.”
“You’re here,” Lex replied in what he hoped was a cool voice, “because I wanted answers. That’s all.”
Clark rose to his feet and for a moment Lex thought he was going to walk out. His heart fluttered in his chest and he had to work to resist the urge to grab Clark’s hand and stop him. Instead, Clark smiled.
“Do you want your final present?”
“What?”
“It’s the twelfth day, Lex. I have one more gift to give you. If you accept it, everything will change between us. If you don’t, I’ll walk out of this door and you’ll never hear from me again. It’s your decision.”
“I want it.”
He’d answered too quickly, he knew that. He’d intended to make it look as though he was giving the matter some consideration but the thought of Clark leaving and never speaking to him again was too much for him to bear.
Clark’s eyes glittered as he grinned and pulled Lex close before kissing him. Lex pulled back in shock after a few seconds, causing Clark to smile.
“That’s one. I have eleven more of these to give you.”
A lazy smile spread over Lex’s face as he tilted his head and kissed Clark back. It was a softer, more sensual kiss than the first one and Lex couldn’t help but moan softly as he opened his mouth to grant access to Clark’s tongue. This was better than anything he’d imagined and it felt so right. It was like coming home after a long time, too long, away.
“Maybe you should give me the rest of my present upstairs,” Lex finally gasped when they parted. There was a whooshing sound and the next thing he knew Clark was gently depositing him on the bed.
“We’re going to have to have another talk, aren’t we?” Lex managed to ask even though his head was spinning.
“Later,” Clark grunted. “Bed first.”
He was already working at removing Lex’s clothes so Lex decided to lend a hand.
“God, Lex,” Clark breathed as he kissed him again. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too,” Lex gasped as he started working on Clark’s tie. “Ever since I first met you.”
“I can’t believe it took us this long to get here,” Clark said with a chuckle.
“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” Lex agreed. “Let’s start now.”
Clark kissed him, teasing and nibbling at Lex’s lower lip before trailing down his neck and only his chest. His tongue flicked out, swiping at Lex’s nipples before Clark’s mouth continued its journey down onto Lex’s stomach.
“Touch me, Clark,” Lex groaned. “I need to feel you.”
Lex’s cock was standing tall and proud, just waiting to be touched as Clark wrapped his hand around it, smiling at the moan of pleasure Lex emitted.
“Oh, God, Clark.”
He hadn’t even done anything yet. Just feeling Clark’s hand on him made him feel like he could fly. Then Clark started to stroke him.
Lex’s hands fisted in Clark’s hair as he moaned again, gasping as Clark increased the speed and the pressure on his cock. He writhed beneath him and Clark used his free hand to stroke Lex’s chest which just made him feel even better.
When Lex came it was with a muffled cry and a contented sigh.
“Merry Christmas,” Clark said as he crawled back up the bed and lay down beside him.
Lex smiled as he tried to catch his breath. “Now, I have a gift for you.”
Before Clark could ask what it was Lex’s mouth was wrapped around his cock. It was hot and he threw back his head when Lex started to hum. His tongue was doing…something and he could feel the explosive energy building up inside him.
“Lex…I’m gonna…”
He came with a groan, his body limp, spent and heavy. It felt wonderful and he kissed Lex when he lay back down beside him.
“I think this is the best Christmas present I’ve ever had.”
Lex just smiled and kissed him.
“Tomorrow,” Clark said sleepily as Lex pulled the blankets over them, “I’ll tell you everything.”
“Tomorrow is Christmas, Clark,” Lex said, his eyes already drifting shut. “You don’t have to tell me anything. I’ve got exactly what I want right here.”
“Me too.”
The End
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Date: 2008-12-23 01:20 pm (UTC)