juno501 suggested
that Clark and Lex should have a late-night conversation on the night
when Clark gets bi
high, and though I'd already written the next part by the time I got
her feedback, I couldn't resist the idea and wrote a scene based on it.
By the time Clark had wrapped up his
research on Belle Reve, he heard the soft sounds of Lex moving around
the kitchen. On impulse, Clark followed the noises to their source.
Lex was wearing purple pyjama pants and nothing else, god help him. Clark leaned against the counter, grinning at Lex's startled glance.
"What are you ... haven't you gone to bed yet?" Lex said in a half-whisper, as if they weren't the only two in the apartment.
"Nope," Clark answered. Lex really *was* hairless all over, at least from what Clark could see, but there wasn't much resemblance to one of those little dogs. He was much ... creamier. And smoother. And sort of silkier.
Lex was spooning some yogurt into a bowl, oblivious to Clark's intent gaze, when suddenly, his head snapped up, his nostrils flared. "Clark? Were you ... are you high?"
Clark giggled. "A little."
Lex stared, mouth agape. "What would your *dad* say?" he managed at last, seeming truly horrified.
Clark leaned across the counter and stuck one finger in the yogurt carton, then made an elaborate show of licking it clean. Lex's eyes were riveted. "You know, Lex ... it turns out pot has this weird side effect on me."
Lex was wearing purple pyjama pants and nothing else, god help him. Clark leaned against the counter, grinning at Lex's startled glance.
"What are you ... haven't you gone to bed yet?" Lex said in a half-whisper, as if they weren't the only two in the apartment.
"Nope," Clark answered. Lex really *was* hairless all over, at least from what Clark could see, but there wasn't much resemblance to one of those little dogs. He was much ... creamier. And smoother. And sort of silkier.
Lex was spooning some yogurt into a bowl, oblivious to Clark's intent gaze, when suddenly, his head snapped up, his nostrils flared. "Clark? Were you ... are you high?"
Clark giggled. "A little."
Lex stared, mouth agape. "What would your *dad* say?" he managed at last, seeming truly horrified.
Clark leaned across the counter and stuck one finger in the yogurt carton, then made an elaborate show of licking it clean. Lex's eyes were riveted. "You know, Lex ... it turns out pot has this weird side effect on me."
