DISCLAIMER - Not mine, I couldn't afford the motor and household insurance bills. I promise I'll scrub them down and give them back to DC comics, the WB and anyone else who does own a slice of them when I'm done with them. Story, such as it is, copyright Karen Colohan, April 2003.

Author's notes - Originally written for the Wednesday 100 porn challenge. This expanded version is for TimIan's Tower of Drabble-on challenge.



*1*

"Clark, where are we going and why does it require the use of your father's truck?"

Grinning at the distaste in Lex's voice as he utters the word truck, Clark keeps driving.

"You'll see," he says, turning off the road and bumping along a narrow track between fields of corn. He catches Lex's shake of the head out the corner of his eye.

"You're going to love this, I promise," Clark assures Lex, pulling the truck to a stop.

Secluded, in the middle of nowhere, they're surrounded by silence and sunlight. All Clark sees is Lex.

"Trust me," he says.

*2*

Lex trusts Clark with his life, but this?

He's brandishing what looks like a horse blanket, pointing at the bed of the truck.

"Don't you want to make out?" he asks, eyes suddenly downcast.

Clark had been so excited about his mysterious plans for the afternoon. Now Lex feels like he kicked someone's puppy.

"Clark..." Lex has sex in soft beds on smooth cotton sheets, not on blankets of dubious origin in the back of farm vehicles.

But Clark's gaze pleads with him, promising things he's never had before.

Reaching out, Lex's fingers close over Clark's.

"Show me," he breathes.

*3*

Clark's fear that he's made a mistake evaporates with Lex's whispered, "Show me."

He just wants to give Lex something special, something new. He can't afford fancy gifts and he knows he can't match Lex's skills in bed, but Clark's certain this will be a unique experience for Lex.

Clark shakes out the blanket, spreads it in the truck. He climbs in and offers Lex a hand up beside him. Lex's skin is warm under his fingers as Clark draws him close.

"You haven't lived until you've done this," Clark murmurs as he brushes the first kiss across Lex's lips.

*4*

Stray scraps of hay prickle Lex's scalp as he's pushed down, Clark's weight stretching out on top of him. The rough blanket underneath him scratches where it catches on his sweaty skin.

They're making out in the back of the Kents' truck, naked under the wide Kansas sky. It's as far from anything he's used to as Lex can imagine, but Clark assures him he hasn't lived until he's experienced this. It's on the tip of Lex's tongue to ask how he knows, but Clark's mouth steals the words, unspoken.

When he comes, spilling hot against Clark's stomach, Lex believes him.

*5*

Seeing Lex like this, relaxed and happy, is the best thing ever - apart from touching all that perfect, sun-warmed skin. Peaceful and sated, they're tangled together, not caring about the sweat and semen slowly cooling on their bodies.

It's good, just being themselves, not worrying about anyone's expectations or preconceived ideas; they don't have to hide. Clark wishes they could stay here, alone amidst the endless acres of corn.

Lex's fingers brush his cheek. "It's late, want to go back?"

"No, not really." Green eyes tilt up, staring into shadowed blue.

"We have to."

"I know." Clark smiles sadly.

*6*

They dress slowly and reluctantly, neither wanting the afternoon to end. But the shadows are lengthening, time working against them. They trade a last few lazy touches, skin cooling as the sun fades, and share kisses full of the taste of each other.

Neither of them will forget today any time soon, stolen hours belonging to them alone.

It's almost dark when they finally climb out of the back of the truck, preparing to drive home. Each wrapped up in his own thoughts, neither notices the square of white fabric that's slipped out of Lex's pocket as he was dressing.

*7*

Jonathan's unloading the truck when a flash of white catches his eye. Reaching for it, he finds a neatly folded handkerchief, embroidered with a set of initials that make his mouth tighten angrily. There aren't any good reasons Jonathan can imagine for it being in the back of his truck.

When he goes inside, Martha frowns, seeing the look on his face.

"Jonathan, what's wrong?"

He tosses the handkerchief on the table, the monogram uppermost.

"This was in the truck."

Martha glances at the finely stitched initials, then back at Jonathan.

"You know what this means," he says. "Where's Clark?"

*8*

"It's just a handkerchief, Dad, no big deal." Clark meets his father's eyes, refusing to be intimidated by the angry expression blazing from them.

"This is Lex's," Jonathan stresses again, "and it was in the back of my truck. How'd it get there, Clark?" He clenches his fist on the innocent square of cotton, crumpling its pristine whiteness.

"It probably fell out of Lex's pocket when I delivered his last produce order." The lie spills from Clark's lips automatically.

Jonathan only looks angrier. "And since when does Lex get up in the bed of the truck to help you unload?"

*9*

Clark's tired of his father's attitude towards Lex, so he does something he rarely allows himself to do. He loses his temper.

"If you're so sure you know how this got in the truck, why not just come out and say it?" he snaps.

Snatching the handkerchief from Jonathan's grip, Clark carefully smooths the dirtied fabric with his fingers.

Yesterday had been so perfect, but now the memory's spoiled, cheapened by the unspoken insinuation. He could almost hate his father for that.

"You're seventeen, Clark. Lex is just taking advantage."

"You don't know anything, Dad. It was always my choice."

*10*

Lex smiles when Clark appears in his office, then he notices his expression. Clark looks caught between anger and sadness.

"What's wrong?" Lex asks, rising quickly and reaching for Clark.

"They know," he replies simply.

"Your parents?" Lex surmises.

"Yes, Dad found this."

It's a moment before Lex recognises his handkerchief.

"God, I'm sorry..." Gentle fingers brush against his lips, halting the words.

"I'm not." Clark's arms wrap around Lex, pulling him close. "We don't have to hide now."

It's a simplistic view of things, but Lex hesitates to tell him that. Especially when Clark's mouth covers his, kissing softly.


The original drabble was this one:

Stray scraps of hay prickle Lex's scalp as he's pushed down, Clark's weight stretching out on top of him. The rough blanket underneath him scratches where it catches on his sweaty skin.

They're making out in the back of the Kents' truck, naked under the wide Kansas sky. It's as far from anything he's used to as Lex can imagine, but Clark assures him he hasn't lived until he's experienced this. It's on the tip of Lex's tongue to ask how he knows, but Clark's mouth steals the words, unspoken.

When he comes, spilling hot against Clark's stomach, Lex believes him.


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