Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex), Martha
Challenge/Prompt: beattheblackdog 115: Variety
Warning(s): Future Fic, AU
Word Count: 1,337
Date Written: 16 June 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
"You are certain about this?” Lex asked. Looking over at his husband, he sighed and shook his head. “Of course you’re certain. I could take you anywhere, Clark; you know money is no object. We could even go beyond this world if you wanted to, and yet you choose to come back here.” He glared at Smallville’s town sign as they passed it.
Grinning widely, Clark just shrugged. “You said anywhere,” he reminded him.
“I know, but with all the variety I can offer you -- we can offer each other -- “ he amended, feeling Clark’s look burning into his cheek. “I just don’t see why you wouldn’t want something more for our anniversary.”
“You will,” Clark answered, patting his knee and still beaming happily. “Besides, I don’t need the world, Lex. I never have. You know that,” he added gently.
“I do,” Lex agreed, the limousine’s wheels spinning as they hit the dirt road. “The cleaners are not going to like this.”
“I can have her cleaned up before we go back in no time flat. Blow the mud right off of her.”
“Don’t tease me with that supermouth of yours, sweetheart.”
Clark laughed and actually blushed, something Lex had once enjoyed making him do on an almost daily basis. He looked down at his hand on his husband’s lap and was just beginning to consider moving it forward, and lower, when the limousine came to an abrupt stop. “We’re here,” Lex remarked though the announcement was unnecessary.
Clark moved swiftly, placing his hand from Lex’s knee onto the hand that was still on the steering wheel. He threaded their fingers together as he leaned close and whispered, still smiling at him, “And that’s all that really matters.” He kissed him, his tongue dipping smoothly into his mouth and wrapping circles around his.
Lex moaned. His eyes fluttered. He could just barely remember where they were and who else was there. “Clllaaaark,” he groaned as his husband’s lips left his for just a scant second. “Your mother will not appreciate us making out in her driveway.”
Clark just grinned. Gazing at him, Lex felt the years fall away. For everything they had endured together, his husband could still be such a bright-eyed, optimistic, country boy. He shook his head slowly. How in the world Superman had faced all he had, saving the world time and again and losing hundreds of friends along the way, and yet still remain almost naive, Lex still could not understand even after all their time together.
“She was always way more supportive of us than Dad,” Clark reminded him, grinning. He popped the door open and slipped out.
“True,” Lex agreed, following, “but I still can’t see Martha Kent welcoming anyone making out in her front yard.”
“I think you may be surprised,” Clark countered cheerfully as Lex opened their trunk. “Besides, the front yard isn’t where we’re supposed to be.” Clark zipped away from him, and Lex barely had time to spot which direction the blur that was his husband had gone in. He set their suitcases down on the gravel, sighed, and shook his head again. “You’re the one with the super strength yet you leave me with the luggage. Don’t bring an attendant, you said. Let’s just be us, you said.” Still shaking his head and grumbling, Lex picked up the suitcases and followed grudgingly behind the brightly colored dart he’d seen headed for the backyard.
His breath left him in a whoosh as he rounded the corner of the old farm house. He dropped the suitcases and didn’t even notice when one bounced open and spilled clothes out onto the green grass. Finding his voice, he managed to exclaim in surprise and more than a little accusation, “Clark!”
“I thought you didn’t tell anyone!” he said a moment later, still taking in their surroundings. Paper lanterns swung in the light breeze, and the picnic table was covered with a blue checkered cloth, candles that had yet to be lit, and food whose delicious aromas were even now playing havoc with Lex’s stomach, which had been left empty since he had worked up until time for them to leave Metropolis, and own inner child. Nobody had ever cooked as well as Martha Kent!
“I may have said something about swinging by sometime this week,” Clark admitted bashfully, lifting his muscular shoulders in a shrug. “I never said when, and I certainly didn’t remind her of the date.”
He felt eyes watching them and lifted his gaze to meet his mother’s where she stood watching from her kitchen. His grin widened. “I told you she was always more supportive than Dad.”
“Your father was never supportive -- “ Lex grumbled, turning slowly, “but this -- “ He looked up at some kind of glittering substance that hung in the lower tree branches. “Where did she even get the money from this?”
“Don’t you dare let the details bother you, Lex Luthor,” Martha called, walking out of her kitchen at last and still wiping her hands on a towel slung over her shoulder. “My boys deserve a happy anniversary!”
“Your boys?” Lex intoned, almost speechless. He stared at her in wide-eyed disbelief.
“Of course my boys! You’ve always been my boys! Just because Jonathan, God rest his soul, couldn’t see your love doesn’t mean I never did! I always have! My Clark’s love saved you from your family’s fate, Lex, and you have made my son more human than even we ever could have made him.”
“I don’t know about that, Missus Kent,” Lex mused quietly. This time, it was his eyes who lowered bashfully and his cheeks which felt flushed. “I believe the world would disagree and say Clark is the one who keeps me human.”
“Whatever the case may be,” Martha allowed, reaching out and grabbing a hand of both her young men, “I think we know the truth is that all that matters is that you two love each other. And you do. And I love you.”
She squeezed their hands, then leaned up on her toes and kissed first Lex’s cheek and then Clark’s. “Now you two make each other very happy,” she told them, grinning, “and don’t forget my apple pie helps to make people happy!”
“It always has, Missus Kent,” Lex replied, still beaming, as he reached for a paper plate. “I still say you could become a world renowned chef.”
“I’m happy right here in Smallville, Lex,” Martha told him, turning and bustling back to her kitchen.
Lex watched her go, his smile filling his handsome face. He turned from watching the mother to look again at her son, his husband. Clark smiled at him and somehow seemed even more beautiful than he had a moment before. “So am I,” he admitted softly.
“So now you see?” Clark asked, grinning widely.
Lex nodded slowly. “Now I see,” he agreed, lowering his plate, leaning over it, and kissing his husband. They could have gone anywhere. They could have been making love in Paris, yachting in the Caribbean, hanging with stars in Hollywood, or even flying beyond the stars, but none of that could compare to being right here in this quaint backyard in the little, country town where he and Clark had first met all those years ago and fallen in love despite everybody trying to pull them away from each other, everybody, that was, except for Clark’s kind-hearted mother. It made perfect sense to come back to where it had all began, where they had began, to come home again. Smallville wasn’t just Clark’s home; this one, little spot of it belonged to him too.
Clark reached up and cupped a hand around Lex’s face. He drew his thumb softly across his cheek and lifted his lips from his. “I love you,” he breathed against his smiling mouth.
“And I love you, Clark Kent, now and forever,” he promised, feeling the stars in his own eyes and then letting them glide shut as he kissed him again and again.