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“Hm,” Martha murmurs, rifling through the laundry basket and grabbing at an item. “I’ve never seen these before.”
“What is it, Martha?” Jonathan asks, peering over that morning’s newspaper.
She turns around and holds up a pair of boxers. “These aren’t yours, are they?”
Jonathan raises an eyebrow at the design. “No. Must be Clark’s.” He shakes his head with a huff of laughter and turns back to the newspaper. “Although I can’t imagine him wearing that.”
“I dunno. I didn’t buy these for him.”
Chuckling to himself, Jonathan folds the paper and places it on the table, standing up to make his way over to her. “Martha, Clark is 18. I’m sure he’s old enough to buy his own underwear by now.”
“Well, yeah, but he…” She starts, trailing off. Instead, she gives him an embarrassed smile. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”
“When am I ever wrong?” He smirks, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Making his way back to the kitchen table, he grabs his jacket and shrugs it on. “Speaking of Clark, where is that–”
“You were speaking about me?” Clark asks, bounding down the stairs with a grin. “Good things, I hope.”
“We were just talking about this mystery underwear your mom found.”
Clark tilts his head and turns to his mother, the smile slipping off his face immediately at the sight. She waves the boxers, still holding them in front of her chest, and asks, “These yours?”
“Uh, y-yes,” Clark manages to get out through a cough. Martha’s eyebrows knit together and Jonathan turns back to face him with his eyebrows reaching his hairline. Clark clears his throat and smiles again. “Yes. Of course they’re mine, mom, who else’s would they be?”
She takes that as an acceptable answer and shrugs, dropping them back into the basket. “Just didn't think dinosaur-themed boxers were your thing.”
His face heats up. “Trying something new. Anyways, gotta go.” He’s out the door before anyone else can say anything.
Staring at the door in confusion, Jonathan shakes his head. “That was weird, wasn’t it?”
“Definitely. Think he’s hiding something?”
He thinks for a moment. “That he really likes dinosaurs.”
Outside, Clark takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. That was close, he thinks, before shooting off toward the Talon. He comes to a stop at the back alley, glancing around to make sure no one's nearby to notice him, and makes his way to the front of the building. To his surprise, you’re already standing at the corner behind a dumpster and he almost jumps out of his skin.
“Jesus, you scared me!”
“Sorry,” you laugh, waiting for him to catch his breath. “I know you like to come this way.”
“Do you now?” Clark laughs, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. He pulls away, searches the area, finds no one, and presses his lips back to yours. The height difference makes his chest swell with joy and he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your lower back. Between kisses, he mutters, “You'll never guess what my parents found earlier.”
“What’d they find?”
Clark pulls away and leans against the wall with a smug look. “Your boxers.”
“What?”
“Mhm.” Pushing off the wall, he gently grabs your arm and leads you toward the entrance of the Talon. “You must have left them there last time you were… over. I figure you took mine instead when you rushed out.”
You take a shaky breath. “Do they suspect anything?”
“You mean do they suspect we’re dating? No, doesn’t seem like it.”
“That’s good,” you reply as you take a seat closest to the door. “I guess you still don’t wanna tell anyone?”
Clark gives you an awkward smile as he sits opposite you and leans in close. “I just don’t know how they’ll react,” he says, voice hushed. “I mean, I know they’ll accept me, but…”
“You’re just not ready to announce you have a boyfriend.”
He looks around quickly, worrying that someone would overhear. “Exactly.”
Your hand twitches, and to Clark it looks as if you’re about to reach for his hand but have second thoughts. He wants to reach out for you in return, hold your hand with no fear, but he stops himself. “That’s okay,” you smile, a small smile at first before it turns into a loving grin that lights him up like the Fourth of July. “I completely understand. As long as you’re happy, yeah?”
“I am happy.” Clark bumps his foot against yours under the table with a sweet smile. “You make me happy.”
Your grin widens “You make me happy too, Clark.”
He smirks and glances around. “Why don’t we get outta here?”
“Thought you wanted coffee.”
He shrugs. “Coffee can wait.” He stands and brushes a hand over your shoulder casually as he passes you, beckoning you to follow him.
“And this can’t?” You laugh, following outside and back down the alley. “What have you got planned?”
“Something fun,” he grins, looking around before taking you into his arms. “May I?”
“You may.”
Clark’s lips find your cheek. “Hold on.” He waits until you’re in his arms before speeding off, running faster than the speed of light. He runs and runs and runs until he makes it back to the farm, entering the barn and slowing down.
“We’re at the barn,” you state.
“Mhm.”
You smirk at him. “And what do you plan to do here?”
“Well…” he trails off, looking you up and down with his own flustered smile. “Whatever you want. But first, I’ll be back in a minute.”
He speeds off, leaving you standing alone. You shake your head with a laugh at his abrupt exit and make your way upstairs. By the time you’re flopping onto the couch and picking up a book from the table, Clark returns holding two coffees.
“You couldn’t have gotten them before we left?” You ask, chuckling.
“I didn’t think.”
“Do you ever?”
Clark rolls his eyes and hands you a cup, gently pushing your legs aside so he can sit next to you. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, wise guy.” He takes a sip of his coffee and smiles. “I figured we could have our coffee date here. In private. Where no one can see us.”
“That is what private means, Clark.”
He huffs out a laugh. “I can never catch a break with you, can I?”
“Only when I’m dead.”
“Well I hope that’s not soon,” he whispers, leaning in close and looking deep into your eyes. His breath fans your cheek. Leaning closer, he presses a few soft kisses from your lips toward your cheekbone, and he smiles, before pulling back and taking another sip of his drink. “Now I can kiss you whenever I want.”
You giggle at that. “Alright, loverboy. You sure your parents won’t come up here?”
“They’re both out doing their own things. We’re all alone up here.”
“Alone, huh?”
Clark flushes red. “Mhm.”
“Well maybe I can get my boxers back then?”
“Oh…” He glances away. “Yeah, uh, sure. I can go get them for you.”
You roll your eyes in amusement and laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss to his burning cheek. “I mean, Clark, that you'll have to take these ones off first.”
His breath catches in his throat and his wide eyes find yours. “Wh– I– Oh. Oh, heh, yeah. Yeah.”
“You’re so cute,” you laugh, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But it looks like you might explode if I say anything else like that. Let’s just enjoy this coffee first.”
He nods eagerly, making you laugh even more. “Sure. Yeah. It’s nice coffee. Really nice.”
You shuffle closer so that you’re curling into him, head on his firm chest. His strong arm instinctively wraps around you, pulling you closer, and he drops a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m glad we’re together, Clark.”
“Me too. If you hadn’t flirted with me on that day we met, I don’t know where I’d be right now.”
“Still chasing after girls that already have boyfriends, I bet. And blissfully unaware you could have been chasing after the boyfriends, too.”
He laughs and you can feel the vibrations of it against your cheek. “I’d have figured it out!” You glance up and raise an eyebrow and he gives you a cheeky smile. “Eventually.”
Pressing your lips to his, you smile. “I’m glad I helped you out.”
“Me too.”
The kiss deepens and you can feel rather than see Clark leaning forward to place his coffee on the table behind you. His hand slides up your arm and takes your cup too, placing it beside his. You chuckle against his lips as he pulls you into his lap. “Thought you were enjoying your coffee.”
“I was,” he shrugs, trailing kisses down to your jaw. “But I’ll definitely enjoy this more.”
You tilt your head to give him more access to your neck. “What happened to my cute flustered farm boy?”
Clark pulls back to smirk and there’s a playful glint in his beautiful blue eyes. “You talk too much,” he says, more of a loving statement than an insult. Pushing you against the soft pillows of the couch, he hovers over you confidently. “I guess I need to shut you up.”
You laugh and tug at the hem of his shirt before lifting it up and over his head. “And you need to give me my boxers back.”
He rolls his eyes “What did I just say, mister?”
“I don’t know,” you shrug, eyes stuck to his toned torso. No matter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless, the beauty of him still amazes you. “Wasn’t listening. Was a bit distracted.”
He chuckles and dips back down to trail kisses from your lips to your neck, sliding his hands under your shirt and over your burning skin. “Guess I gotta help you with that.”
“And my bo–”
“And your boxers, I know, I know.” You share a sweet laugh and he removes your shirt, smiling down at you. “You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful.”
“Says you.”
He gives you his usual boyish grin and gives you a sweet kiss. “I do say so.”
It’s safe to say the coffee grows cold a while before the two of you are done.