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Lex had gotten sick of Clark’s insistence to run to the Luthor mansion every day.
It was approximately 6 miles away from the Kent farm, much too far for any human to have to run to and from every single day. Sure, Clark wasn’t quite human, but the point still remains. Lex had a perfectly good car to drive up to the Kent farm at least 50% of the time with. Though he greeted his boyfriend with sweet tea and whatever else he could think of when he rocked up to the Manor, he still felt immensely guilty- despite the silly smile that Clark sustained when he stepped that last step closer to Lex and kissed him.
It took much pestering for Clark to let him at least meet the younger boy in the middle. At the old bridge in the middle of town, the one that they first met on so little time ago.
The first time that Clark saved him.
The first of many.
Now, he was waiting by his silver Lexus, keys in hand, trying to look ‘effortlessly sexy’ but feeling horribly un-alluring. He knew what Clark would say to that, he’d take the older boy’s hand into his own and kissed his knuckles, all Southern charm (it seems Martha had taught him a thing or two about how to get a man blushing). He’d look up at him with that adorable smile, eyes pools of affection, and call him ravishing, or radiant, or some other long word that sounded straight out of a Bond movie. Lex would want to run his fingers through Clark’s thick curls and hear the way that he almost purred with satisfaction.
For a moment, there was just countryside. And then he saw a pinprick of movement, speeding towards him like some damned bullet.
Clark stopped only in Lex’s arms, letting the taller boy feel him immense warm. It’d been a bit since Clark had been so affectionate, since Lara had told about the pair to Chloe and Pete. It worried him for a moment, why was the alien so clingy?
“I can practically hear your thoughts Lex. I just missed you.”
The Luthor couldn’t help but chuckle to himself a little, placing a kiss on his boyfriend’s crown as he sank into him, feeling a warmth run through him.
The warmth of a love as strong as Clark himself, one that Kryptonite has no effect on