Epilogue:  It's Gonna Be a Lovely Day

"Clark."

He shook his head, clearing his mind of the memories and sat, confused for a moment.  Then he looked out the window.

He was at LuthorCorp.

~Lex.~

His whole body awoke with a start.

The three hours hadn't been the hell he'd been expecting without Lex in the car with him.  For one thing he'd had a highly entertaining and incredibly talkative Irish driver.  The car also came with a TV, a phone- from which he ached to call Lex on his cell, but knew better- several choices in movies and books, a Gameboy- which he was amused to find was not left for him; apparently Tycoon Jr. loved Tetris and was damn good at it; when Clark checked the scores they were up to over two and three hundred thousand- and a tiny snack bar.  Lex had also left him a mini brochure on the city and instructions with Michael that he was to take Clark anywhere he wanted until Lex was through with his meeting.

Of course, Clark had wanted to go to only one place.  Therefore, the stupid slacks and the stupid dark green button-down sweater. He smiled triumphantly.  He had kept the tight brown shirt underneath though, despite the disapproving looks O'Brian had given him.

Despite the fact that it hadn't been utter torment, he'd still caught himself continuously staring at the floor, woefully wishing that he and Lex could have at least tried it out.  He knew they'd have a three hour ride home and could do something safely for at least the first two hours, but it would have been an amazing way to start off the weekend.  A promise of things to come.

He smiled to himself.  Things to come.  Yeah.

"Mister Luthor left instructions for me to pull into the parking garage, drive to the very top, then let you take the elevator from there."

"What floor?"

"He's on the thirty-third, lad, but I'm telling you, this meeting could go on for a long while yet.  This is a bi-annual meeting, so it tends to run on for hours upon hours.  Arguments, disagreements, late arrivals…  That's why he said he'd call when it was over."

Clark nodded sensibly.  "That's okay.  I'm pretty patient."

"But-"

"I'll take a book."  O'Brian sighed, shrugged and drove on into the lot, just as Clark got a horrible shock, wondering if he should have followed Lex's instructions and just visited the city.  O'Brian had never once asked why Clark wanted to go straight to LuthorCorp, and he hadn't said anything even remotely suggestive, but suddenly Clark wasn't sure that his best intentions were the best plan of action.  Had he tipped off O'Brian to the basis of their friendship when Lex wanted to keep it a secret?  Just how much did the little man know about him and Lex?

Shit.

It was too late to say, "Ah, actually, the arcade on 34th and Brawn looks good."  Whatever assumptions the man had made, he'd made.  They couldn't be changed by Clark suddenly deciding that video games, a large handful of quarters, and kids hollaring in all-over pure bliss sounded better than waiting for Lex in a stuffy waiting room for an indefinite amount of hours on an uncomfortable plastic chair.  It would have been obvious to anyone but a man that couldn't keep his mind off of the face of his lover, and the body and the voice and the hands and fingers and lips and eyes and ears and skin...

Shit, shit.

Clark ran a frantic hand back and forth through his hair, becoming frustrated.  Couldn't he keep a fucking secret?  He'd do anything for Lex, but it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he just kept screwing things up.  The one single moment that had gone right had been on Thursday, in his room, on his bed.  From the second a horny Lex stepped into his room until he'd kissed a horny Clark goodbye, it had been almost perfect.

Sex would have made it perfect, he thought.  Sex and cuddles.

He didn't even mind that he had mentioned his father, because that had to be discussed eventually.

Especially now.

He just hoped he didn't ruin their weekend with the news that Jonathon would be informed of his son's romantic relationship with a Luthor.  Maybe he could even gain some sympathy since his father would surely kill him.

He frowned, realizing that if Jonathon did anything first it would be to strangle and probably castrate Lex.  In front of Clark.  Then he'd toss Clark to the meteors.

As his mind supplied the hideous and overplayed laughter from some 1950's-60's horror movie, he rolled his eyes at his imagination's grasp of the melodramatic. Dad's not that bad.  I might end up dead, yeah, but he wouldn't be laughing.  He might actually be a little bummed.

He nodded to himself.  Yep, losing a strong farmhand like me could do some major damage to the income.

Clark had no doubt that he'd have to keep Jonathon away from Lex for awhile, and that Martha would probably have to keep him from both the boys.

Argh.  Clark couldn't really be expected to hide this from his family, could he?  He was an openly affectionate person, loving and not seeing any reason to hide it.  Lex's continued existance was important to him, but he couldn't hide what he felt for the other boy.

I love him so much my toes want to feel him up.  Why should I have to hide that?  Whitney and Lana don't have to hide anything.

He shook his head.  He didn't need to get into all of the depressing reasons that he couldn't be publically open about his love for Lex Luthor.  Not now.  He was going to see the boy soon.  Or, well, in a while, anyway.  He'd make sure that their first few hours together were absolutely perfect, then he'd slowly raise the curtain on their... problems.  He'd thought about leaving that discussion until the last few hours in Metropolis they had together, but Lex deserved better than that.  If Clark told him sooner, it would add to his stress level, take some major points off of the enjoyment factor, and quite possibly leave Lex steaming at him, but he was sure of the love they shared, and didn't question that Lex would eventually calm down.

After all, he thought, absent-mindedly sticking his hand in his pocket and stroking the note from Lex.  He wrote that he loved me, too.

Clark knew they'd get through this.  As long as Jonathon's sanity was kept intact.

Watching the city get wider and wider as the limo curved up the open parking garage, he wished that, for just this moment, Chloe could have been here with him.  His city-girl best friend would have loved the view, and he would have killed to see that toothy grin right about now.  Her smile was always so darn contagious...

The limo stopped at the eighth level of the parking garage, the lot with nothing but stars, sky and towering skyscrapers above it.  "You don't have to wait here, do you?" Clark asked.  He didn't mind the boredom- it would make his first moments back with Lex just that much sweeter- but he didn't want the little Irishman to have to sit and twidle his fingers all because Clark was glutton for punishment.

O'Brain shook his head, looking back at Clark in the rearview mirror.  "No, but here."  The man moved out of his view and Clark guessed he was reaching into the glove compartment.

He came back and reached through the small area in between the driver's cabin and the passenger area.  Clark stood and, ducking awkwardly, his large body not at all accomadated in the small space, moved over to grab whatever the man was holding out.

A phone and an ID tag.

"The ID tag is to get into the building and up to Mister Luthor's level and the phone's for when you get bored and need me to come pick you up."  There was a twinkle in the man's eye that said he'd be seeing Clark pretty soon.

Clark smiled and took the phone, knowing he wouldn't need it.  "Thanks."

O'Brian nodded, turned and closed the glass partition between them mechanically.  Clark moved back to where he had been sitting for the last three hours.

Lana knew about him and Lex.  His mother knew.  His father would know as soon as Clark and his mother had their "talk".  Lionel might know, and if he didn't now, he most likely would soon.  O'Brian might know.

Also, Lex told Martha something pretty damn good for Clark to even be here and he wanted to know just what he would have to talk Lex out of doing so that they could spend the whole time in bed.

He was tense and tired, worried that it would be hours before he'd even see his lover- much less hold him- and so horribly sexually repressed.  But he didn't care.  Lex wrote that he loved him.  And Clark could hardly wait to hear the actual words coming from that hot mouth with it's sweet lips and that sensual tongue.

Yummy.

He gripped the door handle and opened it, stepping out into the lot thinking about how his day had finally begun.
 
 
 
 
 

FIN
[so sorry mako! (any everybody else) no togetherness in this one. don't kill me, k?]
 

Look for the sequel (if the freakin' muse allows it) 'Independent Love Song' soon.