Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: Strong PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: enchanted_jae's Drabble Challenge 153: Morose
Word Count: 684
Date Written: 27 November 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
The sky was sullen and gray. Its thick clouds hung heavy with the promise of not just rain but a looming thunderstorm. The wind had already been rising back in Metropolis when Lex had jumped into his car and headed this way. Soon he’d be to his destination, and the state of the world around him would no longer matter. The weather wouldn’t even be able to touch him then, not even if he stood in the pouring down rain.
His fingers drilled against his steering wheel. He glanced out of the window, back up at the sky, and deepened his frown. The atmosphere was so morose, so heavy, while also warning of its power. It was the perfect weather, his father would say, for a Luthor. They were like the weather. They could be all sunshine smiles one moment, and then strike as loud as thunder and as fast as lightning the next.
But he was more than just a Luthor, Lex thought. He was trying to leave that destiny behind him. He didn’t need his father’s power, and he had grown sick years ago of listening to his thunder. The life he wanted now was much simpler than any a Luthor had ever led, but it was in a unique place where the clouds and rain could never reach it.
Gravel spun under Lex’s tires as he made the last few feet of his journey. He wasn’t surprised to find his young lover waiting for him in his yard, where the grass swayed in response to the brewing storm. Clark had probably heard him coming, and besides, seeing him waiting there, with a huge, eager smile on his handsome face, was a beautiful sight that warmed Lex’s heart far more than anything he’d ever experienced without him. Clark was the only thing that warmed him, the only one who had since he’d lost his mother years ago.
Lex slammed to a stop and jumped out of his car. Clark was instantly standing before him. “Lex, I -- “
Lex cupped his hands around Clark’s handsome, smiling face and stopped his speech as he pressed his lips fervently to his. The sky crackled overhead, and big, fat raindrops began to fall. They splashed onto Lex’s bald dome, but he didn’t even bother to look up. He just kept kissing Clark until Clark broke off their kiss with a laugh.
“Lex,” he exclaimed, “it’s raining!”
“So? Are you afraid of a little water, superhero?” Lex teased him with a grin.
“No! No, of course not! But it’s going to ruin your suit!”
“Let it!” Lex still had not released his hold on Clark’s face. Now he pulled him in for another kiss, his tongue sweeping into his hot and ready mouth. This was what he’d been looking forward to all week. He needed to give up the rat race, but he had to stop his father’s evil plans first. But all he wanted, as impossible as it would have once seemed even to him, was to stay right here on the farm with the man he loved.
Clark’s tongue slid against Lex’s, increasing the passion between them. His muscular arms circled around his waist, and he pulled him closer to him. He deepened their kiss further as lightning streaked far over their heads. All of Lex’s thoughts, all his worries, all the tenseness he’d carried with him all week while away in the city simply drained away underneath Clark’s passionate embrace. He held to him for life, for love, for release and moaned his name as the storm and their passion grew.
Clark lifted him, all while never ceasing to kiss him, and carried him straight away into the barn. He laid him down on top of the hay in the loft and proceeded to make sweet love to him. They didn’t even hear the wind as it knocked against the old barn’s walls or the mooing of the frightened cows. Once again, nothing else mattered for either except for each other and the love they shared; finally, once again, Lex was home where he belonged.