Second Smallville Drabble
�Hey, Lex,� he said after a time. It would have been the perfect moment for a shooting star, but there was only the solitary satellite somewhere beneath the three-quarter moon.
�Yes, Clark?� Lex asked, careful in his acknowledgement as in all things. Clark felt the beginning of a grin, shrugged. The motion brushed his arm against Lex�s, fabric on fabric, Lex�s shirt catching enough moonlight to show violet.
�Nothing,� Clark sighed, kicked his heel into the fencepost.
�Mmm.� A knowing sound. Lex was a believer in information. �Did you have a good time?�
�Yeah, it was great,� he returned with a broad grin, shifting to catch Lex�s eye, the older man watching him with a sideways hint of a grin. Just that little twist of the lips to indicate he was pleased. Sometimes Clark smiled enough for the both of them. �I really appreciate you taking me -�
�Clark, you don�t have to thank me.� Lex stopped him with a hand, shaking his head and then rubbing the hand over his scalp.
�No, I mean,� Clark paused, frustrated. �Thanks for, you know, hanging out with me. I have fun, you know?�
�Clark,� Lex began, never getting much beyond a quiet sigh. �Me too,� he said at last, sounding very like a more cynical version of sincerity. Clark just laughed. A wind blew through the yard, kicking up a dust devil or three.
�Do you think we�ll be friends forever?� Clark asked, something wistful in his voice, something even younger than his birth certificate�s sixteen.
�Not friends,� Lex said right away, with utter certainty, ignoring Clark�s falling expression. �You and I are destined for something more.�
�More,� he said. His tongue flickered out to touch his lower lip. He could still taste Lex, their one kiss months old now and stolen from a dead man. �What kind of �more� are we talking about, Lex?�
Lex just slanted him a sideways look, the hinted-at grin never fading. As if to say, �I think you know.� Clark ducked his head, and smiled a little to himself. And, he thought, maybe he did.