Rating: R for language and slashy themes
Disclaimer: Not owned by me. No infringement intended.
Summary: Just how many times can Lex suffer a concussion without some repercussions?
Challenge: Lex or
Clark gets a crack on the head and
wakes up thinking that Clark and Lex are lovers. (Jezebel)
Author's notes: Part of the Clex Fest challenge at http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest. I bow to my wonderful beta Treacey who remains the best and most steadfast beta anyone could have. Any remaining mistakes are clearly my own
MEMORY
By Lillian
“Come on, Lex please wake up.”
Lex heard the voice from afar, as he struggled to fix on the person or persons wavering in front of his eyes.
“Lex…are you okay?”
“Clark, is that you?”
“Yes, phew I thought we’d have to call another ambulance. This would make the third time this month.”
Lex sighed. “What happened this time?”
“Well, you know old man Gordon?”
“Who?”
“You know the recluse who lives just outside of town, who loves to grow roses?”
“Yes, I remember now. I’ve admired his garden a number of times.”
“Well, he kind of used some meteorite contaminated earth to grow his flowers and…”
“Don’t tell me, please don’t tell me.”
“Umm…yeah well, there was this one * huge * rose in his garden and…”
“I got attacked by a rose?”
“Yeah, but it was a big, nasty one with legs instead of roots, and it used its thorns as arms.”
“Dear God, I take it you took care of it?”
“Yes.”
“Well good, can we go home now?”
“Sure, I’ll drop you off at the castle on my way back home.”
“Home, what do you mean home?” “The castle is * our * home.”
“Umm…Lex, I don’t live with you.”
“Clark, of course you do, we’ve been * together * for months.”
“Together?”
“Yes, together as in I fuck you, you fuck me?”
“Lex, I don’t think you’ve recovered from that blow to the head.”
“I may be a little fuzzy Clark, but I remember us being together.”
Clark was beginning to doubt Lex’s ability to bounce back this time. Cradling him in his arms, with a dead whatever it was behind them, he decided on a course of action. He would take him home, call his parents, and explain the necessity of his staying overnight. He couldn’t leave Lex in this confused state, right?
“Okay Lex, let’s go. I’ll call Mom and Dad from the castle.”
“Oh, is it time for your nightly phone call?”
Nightly telephone call? Lex was sicker than he looked. He really had to get Lex’s personal physician to examine him, whether he liked it or not.
“Clark, can we stop at the drugstore first?”
“Why, do you have another bad headache? Maybe I should take you directly to the hospital.”
“No, no, I only have a mild headache it’ll pass.”
“Then why do we need to stop?”
“I think we’ve run completely out of lube and condoms.”
Surprisingly, he felt his cock twitch with enthusiasm at the thought, obviously Clark junior had no problem with his “new” status as boyfriend to the delectable millionaire.
Clark blushed, helped Lex to his feet, and into the passenger side of his Porsche. Lube and condoms? How did things spiral out of control so fast? What was he saying? This was Smallville * everything * was out of control. Why should his relationship with Lex be any different?
“I’ll drive okay Lex?”
“Sure, just don’t forget the drugstore.”
Thirty minutes later, they pulled into the driveway of the Castle. Despite his protests, Clark called Lex’s private physician immediately.
“Baby, I really don’t need this, I’m fine.”
“Sure, it’s every month you get knocked unconscious three times.”
In truth, Clark was worried. Lex seemed to be a moving target whenever he left the castle. Three sharp knocks to the head, in a short period, were too much even for a notoriously hardheaded Luthor.
Dr. Stewart recommended a CAT Scan. Lex refused. Clark argued the point but lost to the infamous Luthorian logic. Lex hated hospitals with a passion. Resigned, Dr. Stewart * again * gave Clark the information on head injuries, with instructions to wake Lex every few hours.
Away from Lex, Clark expressed his concerns to Dr. Stewart.
“Dr. Stewart, why is Lex so confused? He’s talking about things that haven’t happened like they’re real events.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for instance he keeps on insisting that we’re umm…boyfriends.”
“You’re not?”
“NO, we’re just friends, Umm…best friends.”
“I see. Perhaps you’d better let me try again to have Mr. Luthor get additional testing done at the hospital…”
“Dr. Stewart, I don’t mean to be disrespectful but…”
“A snowball’s chance in hell I take it?”
“That about sums it up.”
“Mr. Kent, all I can do is advise you to get him to a neurologist if he continues to have these delusions.”
“How soon?”
“Tomorrow, if he hasn’t come around.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” Clark sighed.
He saw the physician out to his car, and he returned to the problem of his “boyfriend.”
Lex was lounging on his bed, in his favorite grey silk pajamas when Clark joined him.
“Alone at last,” Lex purred. “Come here baby, and keep me warm.”
Clark began to sweat, perspiration beading on his forehead. Lex was an invitation to sin…
“You need your dinner and then some rest,” he nervously explained. I’ll be downstairs in the library until you fall asleep.”
“We had a fight didn’t we? That’s why you won’t cuddle,” Lex pouted.
“We didn’t have a fight. Dr. Stewart said you needed rest to recover fully.”
“An affair? Is that why you’re not interested?”
“An affair,” Clark spluttered. “No Lex, jeez why would you think that?”
“Something is very wrong. You’ve never been this nervous around me before. Look at you you’re shaking.”
“I’m going downstairs to check on your dinner, I’ll be back.”
Clark hastily escaped from the bedroom and into the hallway. Frustrated, he almost ran into Bradley. Bradley was Lex’s valet from Metropolis and was, in some ways, more mysterious than his employer. Rarely deigning to come to Smallville, he none the less, had an extraordinary amount of information about his employer’s life. Clark was convinced, personally, that Bradley was psychic.
“Will Mr. Luthor be requiring anything further, sir?”
“Mmm…maybe. I think he’s a little hungry,” Clark blushed at the look the valet gave him.
“I’ll see that the kitchen staff attend to it.”
“Umm..Bradley, you might want to inform the staff that Lex is feeling a little…”
“Unwell, sir?”
“Yes, definitely unwell. You might even say a little “confused” if you know what I mean.”
Bradley lifted one brow, but said nothing further.
“Of course sir, will you be sleeping in the guest room as usual?”
“Err..why would you think that,” Clark shifted uncomfortably.
“I beg your pardon sir, if I presumed.”
“No, no, presume away, I think I will have to stay. Just to keep an eye on Lex,” he hastily explained.
“Of course, sir,” Bradley dryly replied.
The valet then marched off down the hall, leaving Clark with the sinking feeling that he was losing the battle in the court of public opinion. Everyone, Lex included, assumed they were “intimate” now.
With a sigh, he headed to the library. He walked into the room and settled himself in Lex’s power chair, behind the mahogany desk.
The library was one of his favorite rooms in the castle. He and Lex had spent many happy hours here. For a busy, successful businessman Lex had always been remarkably generous with the amount of time he spent with Clark. If Clark needed to discuss a problem, or just plain talk, Lex was always there for him.
Smiling, he thought back on their shared time. Whether fighting a mutant rose, holding an impromptu pizza pig out session, or just doing his homework while Lex worked, every second had seemed important, exciting, unforgettable.
As always, whenever he thought of him, a warm, happy feeling filled Clark. A goofy smile appeared, as he remembered ripping the petals of that damn mutant rose. He sighed. Only in Smallville. However, nothing and no one was going to * hurt* his Lex.
His feeling of well being abruptly slowed. * His * Lex? There was something kicking and screaming in his lizard brain wanting to get out…something important. He and Lex…they were more than just friends. The needed each other. They spent almost all their free time together. They ….“Oh my God, we’ve been dating,” he squawked. “All this time Lex has been wanting to…I’ve been wanting to…we’ve been…Jeez, Chloe was right I am * so * dense.”
He began to bang his head rhythmically on the top of the desk.
“Clark, is there a reason you’re hitting your head on my desk?”
His head snapped up, and he saw Lex lounging in the doorway.
“Err…no reason.”
“Uh..huh.”
“Lex, we have to talk.”
“About what?”
“About this.”
“This?”
“Yes, this…you know the whole thing.”
“What, about being
lovers?”
“Lex, we’re * not * lovers.”
“We DID have a fight
didn’t we?”
“NO!”
“Don’t shout.”
“Lex, you don’t understand…”
Lex moved forward, until he was standing directly over him. Clark looked up, encountering a look in Lex’s eyes that few ever saw…gentleness.
“Clark, I love you. Don’t you know that by now?”
He blinked back moisture that had suddenly sprung into his eyes. Nobody had ever said that to him before. His throat tightened, as Lex bent down, and softly kissed the top of his head.
“You’re my baby…and always will be,” Lex said in an emotionally laden voice.
“Can’t you see how much I need you?”
“Lex, I…”
Words were inadequate to express his emotions. He stood up, reached out, wrapping his arms around Lex and pulling him close. With a sigh, he nestled his head into Clark’s shoulder.
“You do love me,” Lex whispered.
“Of course I do,” he said in happy wonderment.
“Why were you acting like you didn’t then?”
“Lex, let’s not talk about that now,” Clark murmured as he lowered his head to kiss him.
He moved his mouth on to Lex’s and then began lightly nipped at his lips. Lex responded by opening his mouth fully. Clark’s tongue darted in, tasting and cataloging his soon-to-be-lover for the first time.
Touch, combined with taste, nearly drove him temporarily insane. Clark wanted to throw his lover down on the rug and fuck him into oblivion. Only the fear of hurting Lex kept him in check.
Arms and legs seemed to wrap around all his body parts. Clark moved his hands down to Lex’s buttocks, pulling him up against his now straining erection. Just then, a discreet knock was heard. Blushing, Clark disengaged Lex “the octopus” Luthor from him gently.
“Come in,” Lex said in a calm manner.
Clark’s clothes and hair were rumpled, and his heated face all but * screamed * that he and Lex were engaging in something more than friendly banter.
Bradley came through the door, laden down with a tray. It was overflowing with some of Clark’s favorite foods, cheeseburgers, french fries and onion rings. A second server followed, carrying another tray that held soft drinks for Clark and wine for Lex.
“I took the liberty of bringing your dinner in here, sir.”
“Thank you, Bradley.”
“Mr. Kent, your parents called in regard to your message, and would like you to call them back.”
Clark winced. He had left his parents a message trying to explain why he would not be home tonight. Apparently, his folks would settle for nothing less than a heart-to-heart talk with him.
Bradley exited, his staff member closely trailing him.
“There’s no need to look so guilty Clark,” Lex stated smiling. “You try to call them every night, so they really can’t complain.”
Clark sighed. Well, if he had to live in an alternate universe, Lex’s version is where he’d prefer to be. Unfortunately, he lived in the real world. The situation had to be addressed.
“Lex, how old am I?
“What?”
“How old am I?”
“Clark, you know very well that you’re nineteen.”
“No Lex, I’m not,” Clark spoke so softly Lex had to strain his ears. “I’m only 16 years old. We aren’t lovers and we don’t live together”
Lex studied his face carefully. “You’re not lying are you?”
“You know I’m a lousy liar, Lex.”
A momentary flicker in Lex’s facial expression was all the sign of distress Clark saw.
“O.K., start from the beginning and tell me what happened.”
Clark slowly wound through the story of the mutant flower, the attack, Lex’s altered memories, as well as the physician’s recommendations.
“I see, well no one could ever say you’re not the best of friends, Clark,” Lex said coolly. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”
“Lex, it’s not like * that * at all,” Clark was visibly upset by Lex’s withdrawal.
With a sharp look he said “Well then how was it Clark? Why did you put up with my delusions?”
“Maybe, because….ummm, I kind of liked it,” Clark blushed to a deep hue.
“Was that why you kissed me? You liked it?” Lex said softly.
“I’ve thought a lot about us, Lex” Clark mumbled. “I know I don’t feel this way about anybody else.”
Lex reached out, and started running his hand up and down Clark’s arm.
“What about Lana? Didn’t you say you had feelings for her?”
“Err…no. I don’t love Lana but I…” Clark trailed off.
“But what?” he said gently.
“IthinkmaybeIloveyou.” Clark blurted out.
Lex cocked his head and studied him. “Do you now,” he said with a predatory grin.
He pulled an unresisting Clark into his arms, and began to nuzzle and lick Clark’s neck.
Clark began to whimper, and prayed that these feelings would never stop. He grabbed a double handful of Lex’s ass, pulled him up until they were face to face, and turned his head in for a kiss.
“You’re mine, and only mine from now on,” Lex growled and swooped down on Clark’s mouth.
As Clark’s brains cells started to short out, his last thought was that his parents could wait a little while longer for that explanation.
END