Title: Empty Places

Author: Cassandra

Email: zinelady@hotmail.com

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: Clark, Lex et al don't belong to me

Answer to Clexfest Wave VI title challenge

Summary: missing scene from Prodigal

Notes: thanks to Ellen and Janice for the betas

EMPTY PLACES

By Cassandra

All of his chores were done and Lex was sitting on the back step drinking a glass of Martha Kent's lemonade.  As he watched water condense on the side of the nearly empty glass, he thought about how empty his life was.  He thought that finding his half brother would make his life fuller, more meaningful, but he was wrong.  He felt more alone than ever.  Not only had he been kicked out of his home, if he could call that monstrosity of a tomb a home, but he had been virtually disinherited.  He had come to the only friend he had in Smallville.  The Kent family had tried to make him feel at home, but Lex knew he didn't belong there.  And frankly, he was tired of trying to prove himself, whether it be to Mr. Kent or to his own father. He was tired of the games.

Lex felt so empty inside.  More empty than he did after he had shot and killed Nixon.  It was like all the warmth had been sucked out and only a husk was left.  He swallowed the rest of his drink and rolled the glass between his hands, letting the moisture cover his fingers.

The glass almost slipped from his grasp when Clark plopped down beside him on the step, but he caught it.

"Hey, Lex," Clark greeted.  "How are you doing?  It looks like you've gotten everything done."

"Yes," Lex nodded.  "I'm done.  What about you?"

"Yep, I'm done too.  Want to go fishing?"

"Fishing?" Lex repeated.  Why would he want to go fishing?  He had just finished doing some of the most labor-intensive work he had done for a long time and now Clark wanted to go fishing?

"Sure, it will be fun," Clark said, smiling.  "If we're lucky, we can bring home supper."

Lex looked at the infectious grin and couldn't help responding in kind.

"Sure, let's go," he agreed.  "You have a pole for me?"  Lex tried to keep from blushing.  There was no way that Clark would let the unintentional pun pass unnoticed.

"You can use mine," Clark said with a just a small smirk.  "I know we have an extra around here somewhere."

"Okay," Lex agreed, deciding for once, not to look a gift horse in the mouth.  "Lead the way."

"Let me get the stuff and I'll meet you at the truck," Clark said, disappearing.  He came back shortly carrying two fishing poles, a basket and a floppy hat that he sat down on Lex's bald head.  He had a baseball cap on his own head.  "The tackle's already in the back."

When Lex went to remove it, Clark shook his head and said, "No, you have to wear a hat while you're fishing.  It's the rules."

Lex rolled his eyes, but didn't try to take it off.

"Far be it for me to break the rules," he said dryly.  "But if anyone sees me, you're dead meat."

Clark laughed and slapped Lex on the back.

"Come on, let's go see if we can catch some fish."

They traveled for about ten minutes by the bumpy gravel road before Clark pulled off onto a dirt road.  They walked the last 100 yards to the good size pond.  There was a fallen log that was obviously placed there to provide seating and a large tree to supply shade. 

Clark got them set up and grabbed a pole and opened the basket.  He brought out a small Styrofoam container and opened it, holding it out to Lex.  It was full of rich dark soil.  Lex could see worms crawling in and out of the dirt.

"Can't we use lures?" Lex asked, shuddering.  He had a dislike for crawly creatures.

"They don't work as well as fresh bait," Clark said, patiently.   "Here."  He pulled out a wiggly worm and to Lex's extreme disgust hooked it on the sharp hook at the end of the fishing line.  He gave the pole to Lex.  "Do you need help casting?"

Lex shot him a dirty look, shaking his head.  "No, I can cast fine."  Lex drew back and cast, hoping that his line wouldn't get caught on one of the surrounding tree branches.  His prayer was answered for once and the bob landed with a plop a good distance away.

"Good one," Clark said, grinning as he hooked his own bait.  He threw his own line out and sat down next to Lex.  He propped up his pole between a rock and the stump and then searched in the basket, bringing out two bottles of water and two sandwiches.  He gave one sandwich and water bottle to Lex before sitting back and opening his own.

Lex followed suite and opened his own sandwich.  It was thick with beef and cheese.  Taking a bite, he wasn't surprised to find it was delicious.  He couldn't remember a time that he had eaten anything from the Kent's' kitchen that wasn't.

"Do you think I could steal your mom away as a cook for me when I get my house back?" Lex asked, savoring the food.

"Not unless you want to ruin the détente that you have going with Dad," Clark joked.  "Or you want me to be hanging around your place _all_ the time."

"I wouldn't mind," Lex joked back.  "It'd be worth it to have your mom's cooking around the clock.  You could have the room next to mine.  It has a connecting door."

"You could just move in with us permanently," Clark said, only partially teasing.  "I wouldn't mind." 

"Your house would be a little crowded, don't you think?" Lex asked.  "I mean it's one thing, having a guest for a couple nights, but it's a totally different thing having someone move in with you."

"You could share my room," Clark offered.

"I'm a little old for bunk beds," Lex said.

"Who said anything about bunk beds?" Clark grinned.

"What, you going to share your bed?" Lex countered.  "I don't think so.  I've seen how small your bed is.  You'd roll over and I'd end up on the floor.  And then your dad would come in with his shot gun."

"I'd protect you," Clark said, leaning over and kissing Lex on the cheek.

Lex looked around quickly and then scolded Clark.

"We had an agreement.  No public displays of affection."

"Who's going to see?" Clark shrugged.  "The cows?  Yeah, old Bessie will be telling Maybelle and the next thing you know, everyone will know."

"Clark," Lex started, but Clark interrupted him.

"There's no one around for miles," he said.  "No one will see.  Come on, Lex, it's killing me you being so close and I can't even kiss you."

Lex wavered.  He had to admit that he had been affected by the closeness of Clark as well.  It had been heaven and hell to be with the boy and not be able to touch him.

Looking around again, Lex searched for any sign of people, but all he saw were sleepy cattle eating grass and a squirrel chattering away in a tree.

"All right, kissing only," Lex said and Clark jumped him.  The boy's hands seemed to be everywhere, slipping under the hem of his shirt and into his waistband. 

"Clark!" Lex's protest was cut off when the pouty lips took possession of his own.  The floppy hat was the first article of clothing to go.   After a few of the soul-deep kisses, Lex forgot what he was complaining about.  A few moments later, he was helping Clark unzip his slacks, gasping as the cool hands pull his cock out.  He protested as Clark's lips left his, but took a deep breath when he felt those same lips engulf him.  He looked down and saw Clark on his knees in front of him, working his cock better than the best-trained courtesan.

He involuntarily carded his fingers in the dark hair as he closed his eyes and lost himself in pleasure.  Clark was right; there was no one around.  It wasn't long before Lex came spurting into the hot mouth.  Clark slid up so he was face to face with Lex.

"What happened to kissing only?" Lex panted when he got his breath back.

"I couldn't help it," Clark said, licking his lips.  "You taste so good."

"Not as good as you," Lex said, his hands busy unzipping Clark's jeans.  As soon as he had the jeans and briefs pushed down to his thighs, Lex went down on his knees, not worrying about ruining his slacks.  They had already been through the mill on the farm.  Everything he cared about was in front of him.  He started with the hooded head of the cock, licking off the pre-cum there and licked up the shaft.  He didn't forget the balls, laving them thoroughly and eliciting a groan from Clark.  He took that as encouragement and did everything within his power to draw out more involuntary sounds.   Leaving the balls, he moved back to take the long cock into his mouth and sucked hard.  Clark jerked forward.  Choking a bit, Lex grabbed hold of his hips to hold him still and kept sucking.  It wasn't long before he was rewarded with spurts of warm salty semen.  Lex swallowed rapidly trying to get it all, but some escaped.   Clark didn't let it go to waste; he pulled Lex up and licked it from his face.

"Better than chocolate milk," Clark said, grinning.  "But not as good as you."

A loud moo from Bessie seemed to argue with Clark's statement and Lex was reminded of his surroundings.  He looked around and adjusted his clothing.  He didn't feel so empty anymore, in fact, he felt better than he had since Lucas came into his life.

"Well, if you want any fish for supper, we'd better get back to fishing," Lex said, nodding at the pond.

"Nah, don't worry about it," Clark laughed, picking up the hat and putting it on Lex's head before gathering up the gear.  "The pond is empty.  There haven't been any fish in there for years."

The End