Author: phoenixnz
Title: Just A Game
Rating: PG
Genre: Slash, humour
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
a/n: This is part of a Clex challenge.
“Are we seriously going to spend Thanksgiving with the Kents?” Lucas asked.
Lex frowned at his brother, who rolled his eyes, grabbing a handful of nuts from the dish on the glass desk.
“Yes, we are seriously going to spend Thanksgiving with the Kents,” he replied, closing his laptop and getting ready to head over to the farm for dinner.
“But they’re …”
“Good people and you need to remember that.”
“Thanksgiving is dumb,” Lucas complained.
Clearly Lucas had not inherited the Luthor genius, Lex thought. Or maybe he just got his brains from his mother’s side.
“At least you got a Thanksgiving,” Tess pointed out to Lucas.
Lex nodded. When he’d gone looking for information about his sister he’d learned she had been adopted by a childless couple in Louisiana. Her adoptive father had been an abusive alcoholic (go figure, Lex thought), and had spent most of his time drunk, when he wasn’t beating Tess.
Lex had done some more digging and learned that Lionel, after giving Tess up to the orphanage, had then returned telling the woman there that he had found a couple to adopt his daughter. It seemed typical of the man to place his daughter with a couple like the Mercers, perhaps as a test of her mettle. Only Lionel would see such adversity as a test of character.
The couple had never celebrated Thanksgiving, so this was technically Tess’ first real family Thanksgiving, since she’d carried on the ‘tradition’ when she’d managed to escape the couple and enrolled at Harvard.
At first, when he’d told his sister the truth about her heritage, she had been sceptical and had insisted on tests, which Lex had promptly ordered. When the results came back it was irrefutable. She was definitely the child of Lionel Luthor and Pamela Jenkins.
Lucas, on the other hand, had been dumped as an infant, while his mother, Rachel Dunleavy, had been packed off to a mental hospital. Since then, Lucas had been in and out of foster homes, some of them good, some not so good.
When Lex had first learned he had half-siblings, he had hesitated. It was Clark who had convinced him to at least try to get to know his brother and sister. There was nothing more important to Clark than family. Lex now understood why, since Clark had told him the truth about his own heritage a year or so ago, around the same time they’d informed the elder Kents of their relationship.
To say Jonathan was not pleased at this turn of events was a bit of an understatement, but he’d eventually come around, realising that Lex was not his father and was doing his best to change, to be the kind of man Clark could love. Mind you, he thought, it wasn’t that hard. Clark loved him anyway.
“Hey,” Clark said, walking in to the mansion.
“Hey yourself,” Lex smiled.
Tess and Lucas looked at each other, then rolled their eyes, before quickly leaving the room. Neither one of them could stand the fact that when Clark entered the room it was as if nothing else existed for Lex.
“So, uh, did you tell them?” Clark said.
“About what?” Lex said, gazing deeply into his boyfriend’s gorgeous green eyes.
“The game?” Clark prompted, grinning.
“What game?”
“The touch football game. You know, between my family and yours.”
Oh, that game, Lex thought.
“Uh no, I haven’t told them yet.”
“Don’t you think you should?” his boyfriend told him. “I mean, they’re supposed to play.”
Rats, Lex thought. He’d been hoping he might be able to get out of it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t played football, or touch football, but frankly he could think of better things to do while they waited for dinner.
“Lex, you promised.”
He gave a long sigh, trying to sound put-upon.
“Okay, fine. Tess, Lucas,” he called in a slightly louder voice. “Could you two come back in here please?”
The swiftness of their reappearance told him they had just been outside the door.
“There’s no way we’re going to play some stupid game, Lex,” Lucas told him.
“It’s just a friendly game of touch football,” Clark replied.
“As friendly as that basketball game we played when we first met?” Lucas returned coolly.
Lex chuckled. Both Clark and Lucas had told him different versions of the story. Clark had taken an immediate disliking to Lucas who had put on a tough veneer rather than let people think he might be vulnerable. Clark and his friend Pete had been playing basketball out by the barn when Lex had brought along Lucas to meet his boyfriend. Clark and Lucas had ended up trying to show who was the more superior.
Of course, Clark had told Lex his brother was aggressive and acting like a jerk, while Lucas had said the same thing about Clark. He’d then said something about hitting Clark and nearly breaking his arm, not knowing that Clark was invulnerable.
“If you boys are seriously going to get into it, I suggest a boxing ring, not touch football,” Tess derided.
Lex couldn’t have put it better himself.
“On that note, I think we better leave before the old man decides to pay an unwelcome visit,” he told his siblings. They both rolled their eyes in agreement. Lucas and Tess both hated Lionel.
Lex had finally told his father where to go and had managed to make a success of LexCorp, thanks to a little help from Clark’s powers. He now prided himself on owning a company that was completely ethical in its dealings.
A half hour later, Clark crouched on the ground in a sort of huddle with his two cousins, David and Robyn. He supposed if he wanted to get technical about it, they weren’t really his cousins, and not just because of the adoption. David and Robyn were his dad’s cousins. Hiram Kent had had a brother who had married when he was in his forties and his wife had been about fifteen years younger.
Clark didn’t see his cousins that often, since they lived in Chickasaw County in Iowa, where their family owned a sheep farm. Since they were about ten years older than him, he didn’t really get along with them that well.
Hiram and his brother had had a falling out years before, which was another reason Clark rarely saw his older cousins.
They’d decided to visit for Thanksgiving and maybe mend a few fences while they were at it. Which made it perfect for the football game against Lex, Tess and Lucas.
Lex had pointed out that the odds were still fairly uneven, since Clark had super powers, until Clark had replied that since his cousins didn’t actually know about his powers, he couldn’t exactly use them in the game. Lex had conceded that. Lucas and Tess didn’t know either.
Clark faced off with Lex, who was quarterback for his team.
“You ready for this?” Lex said with a smirk.
“Are you?”
“I was born ready.”
“Ha! Bring it on, Luthor!”
The game began. Clark quickly managed to get the ball away from Lex, who decided to chase him down the field. Clark dodged his boyfriend, sticking out his tongue, which only seemed to make Lex even more determined to get the better of him.
Clark slipped and lost control of the ball. With a cry of triumph, Lex grabbed it and began running the other way. In revenge, Clark grabbed Lex by the waist, tackling him to the ground. There was the sound of a whistle.
Clark looked up at his father, who was referee.
“Penalty! Illegal touching on the field.”
“But …”
Lex smirked at him, getting to his feet.
“Nice try, Kent.”
Clark narrowed his eyes at him. “You’ll get yours, Luthor.”
Lex blew him a kiss and sauntered off while Clark stomped off back into the huddle with his cousins. Lex’s team had the ball and he passed it off to Lucas while Clark tried to block him. Lucas smirked at him and took off toward the goal line, pursued by Robyn.
Clark grumbled when Lucas managed to make the touchdown before Robyn could tackle him. The game continued with each team trying to outdo the other.
The game was tied when Clark’s mother announced that dinner was ready. The cousins looked at each other, then headed for the house, quickly followed by Lucas and Tess, leaving Lex and Clark looking at each other.
“Sudden death?” Lex suggested.
“How about we wrestle for it,” Clark replied, grinning wickedly at his boyfriend.
“Wrestle?” Lex asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, arm wrestle. I won’t even use my powers.”
“You’ll still cheat,” the bald man said.
“Me? Cheat? Who was the one cheating with that last touchdown? It wasn’t even near the line.”
“You started it, Kent. Especially with that illegal tackle.”
“Well, anything to get my hands on you,” Clark returned cheekily.
“Typical teenage boy,” Lex snorted. “Obsessed with sex.”
“Who jumped me night before last? Hmm?”
Lex huffed, then snickered.
“All right. Fine. You got me.”
“You boys better get in the house and get your dinner before it gets cold,” Clark’s father told them.
Clark huffed. “Okay, but after dinner, we’re going to settle this,” he told Lex. “Just you and me.”
Title: Just A Game
Rating: PG
Genre: Slash, humour
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
a/n: This is part of a Clex challenge.
“Are we seriously going to spend Thanksgiving with the Kents?” Lucas asked.
Lex frowned at his brother, who rolled his eyes, grabbing a handful of nuts from the dish on the glass desk.
“Yes, we are seriously going to spend Thanksgiving with the Kents,” he replied, closing his laptop and getting ready to head over to the farm for dinner.
“But they’re …”
“Good people and you need to remember that.”
“Thanksgiving is dumb,” Lucas complained.
Clearly Lucas had not inherited the Luthor genius, Lex thought. Or maybe he just got his brains from his mother’s side.
“At least you got a Thanksgiving,” Tess pointed out to Lucas.
Lex nodded. When he’d gone looking for information about his sister he’d learned she had been adopted by a childless couple in Louisiana. Her adoptive father had been an abusive alcoholic (go figure, Lex thought), and had spent most of his time drunk, when he wasn’t beating Tess.
Lex had done some more digging and learned that Lionel, after giving Tess up to the orphanage, had then returned telling the woman there that he had found a couple to adopt his daughter. It seemed typical of the man to place his daughter with a couple like the Mercers, perhaps as a test of her mettle. Only Lionel would see such adversity as a test of character.
The couple had never celebrated Thanksgiving, so this was technically Tess’ first real family Thanksgiving, since she’d carried on the ‘tradition’ when she’d managed to escape the couple and enrolled at Harvard.
At first, when he’d told his sister the truth about her heritage, she had been sceptical and had insisted on tests, which Lex had promptly ordered. When the results came back it was irrefutable. She was definitely the child of Lionel Luthor and Pamela Jenkins.
Lucas, on the other hand, had been dumped as an infant, while his mother, Rachel Dunleavy, had been packed off to a mental hospital. Since then, Lucas had been in and out of foster homes, some of them good, some not so good.
When Lex had first learned he had half-siblings, he had hesitated. It was Clark who had convinced him to at least try to get to know his brother and sister. There was nothing more important to Clark than family. Lex now understood why, since Clark had told him the truth about his own heritage a year or so ago, around the same time they’d informed the elder Kents of their relationship.
To say Jonathan was not pleased at this turn of events was a bit of an understatement, but he’d eventually come around, realising that Lex was not his father and was doing his best to change, to be the kind of man Clark could love. Mind you, he thought, it wasn’t that hard. Clark loved him anyway.
“Hey,” Clark said, walking in to the mansion.
“Hey yourself,” Lex smiled.
Tess and Lucas looked at each other, then rolled their eyes, before quickly leaving the room. Neither one of them could stand the fact that when Clark entered the room it was as if nothing else existed for Lex.
“So, uh, did you tell them?” Clark said.
“About what?” Lex said, gazing deeply into his boyfriend’s gorgeous green eyes.
“The game?” Clark prompted, grinning.
“What game?”
“The touch football game. You know, between my family and yours.”
Oh, that game, Lex thought.
“Uh no, I haven’t told them yet.”
“Don’t you think you should?” his boyfriend told him. “I mean, they’re supposed to play.”
Rats, Lex thought. He’d been hoping he might be able to get out of it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t played football, or touch football, but frankly he could think of better things to do while they waited for dinner.
“Lex, you promised.”
He gave a long sigh, trying to sound put-upon.
“Okay, fine. Tess, Lucas,” he called in a slightly louder voice. “Could you two come back in here please?”
The swiftness of their reappearance told him they had just been outside the door.
“There’s no way we’re going to play some stupid game, Lex,” Lucas told him.
“It’s just a friendly game of touch football,” Clark replied.
“As friendly as that basketball game we played when we first met?” Lucas returned coolly.
Lex chuckled. Both Clark and Lucas had told him different versions of the story. Clark had taken an immediate disliking to Lucas who had put on a tough veneer rather than let people think he might be vulnerable. Clark and his friend Pete had been playing basketball out by the barn when Lex had brought along Lucas to meet his boyfriend. Clark and Lucas had ended up trying to show who was the more superior.
Of course, Clark had told Lex his brother was aggressive and acting like a jerk, while Lucas had said the same thing about Clark. He’d then said something about hitting Clark and nearly breaking his arm, not knowing that Clark was invulnerable.
“If you boys are seriously going to get into it, I suggest a boxing ring, not touch football,” Tess derided.
Lex couldn’t have put it better himself.
“On that note, I think we better leave before the old man decides to pay an unwelcome visit,” he told his siblings. They both rolled their eyes in agreement. Lucas and Tess both hated Lionel.
Lex had finally told his father where to go and had managed to make a success of LexCorp, thanks to a little help from Clark’s powers. He now prided himself on owning a company that was completely ethical in its dealings.
A half hour later, Clark crouched on the ground in a sort of huddle with his two cousins, David and Robyn. He supposed if he wanted to get technical about it, they weren’t really his cousins, and not just because of the adoption. David and Robyn were his dad’s cousins. Hiram Kent had had a brother who had married when he was in his forties and his wife had been about fifteen years younger.
Clark didn’t see his cousins that often, since they lived in Chickasaw County in Iowa, where their family owned a sheep farm. Since they were about ten years older than him, he didn’t really get along with them that well.
Hiram and his brother had had a falling out years before, which was another reason Clark rarely saw his older cousins.
They’d decided to visit for Thanksgiving and maybe mend a few fences while they were at it. Which made it perfect for the football game against Lex, Tess and Lucas.
Lex had pointed out that the odds were still fairly uneven, since Clark had super powers, until Clark had replied that since his cousins didn’t actually know about his powers, he couldn’t exactly use them in the game. Lex had conceded that. Lucas and Tess didn’t know either.
Clark faced off with Lex, who was quarterback for his team.
“You ready for this?” Lex said with a smirk.
“Are you?”
“I was born ready.”
“Ha! Bring it on, Luthor!”
The game began. Clark quickly managed to get the ball away from Lex, who decided to chase him down the field. Clark dodged his boyfriend, sticking out his tongue, which only seemed to make Lex even more determined to get the better of him.
Clark slipped and lost control of the ball. With a cry of triumph, Lex grabbed it and began running the other way. In revenge, Clark grabbed Lex by the waist, tackling him to the ground. There was the sound of a whistle.
Clark looked up at his father, who was referee.
“Penalty! Illegal touching on the field.”
“But …”
Lex smirked at him, getting to his feet.
“Nice try, Kent.”
Clark narrowed his eyes at him. “You’ll get yours, Luthor.”
Lex blew him a kiss and sauntered off while Clark stomped off back into the huddle with his cousins. Lex’s team had the ball and he passed it off to Lucas while Clark tried to block him. Lucas smirked at him and took off toward the goal line, pursued by Robyn.
Clark grumbled when Lucas managed to make the touchdown before Robyn could tackle him. The game continued with each team trying to outdo the other.
The game was tied when Clark’s mother announced that dinner was ready. The cousins looked at each other, then headed for the house, quickly followed by Lucas and Tess, leaving Lex and Clark looking at each other.
“Sudden death?” Lex suggested.
“How about we wrestle for it,” Clark replied, grinning wickedly at his boyfriend.
“Wrestle?” Lex asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, arm wrestle. I won’t even use my powers.”
“You’ll still cheat,” the bald man said.
“Me? Cheat? Who was the one cheating with that last touchdown? It wasn’t even near the line.”
“You started it, Kent. Especially with that illegal tackle.”
“Well, anything to get my hands on you,” Clark returned cheekily.
“Typical teenage boy,” Lex snorted. “Obsessed with sex.”
“Who jumped me night before last? Hmm?”
Lex huffed, then snickered.
“All right. Fine. You got me.”
“You boys better get in the house and get your dinner before it gets cold,” Clark’s father told them.
Clark huffed. “Okay, but after dinner, we’re going to settle this,” he told Lex. “Just you and me.”
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