My Fair Clark
By: Smallville's Girl

Lex stood in the shadows, and watched as Clark chatted with his friends. Lex had just arrived at the Talon after an interesting conversation with one of his friends in Metropolis. He didn’t have many friends, Clark being the only one he cared about, but he still had a few acquaintances in the city, whose company he enjoyed. Angelique had been asking about his life, and Lex had filled her in on Smallville. And Clark. Angelique made comments about farmboys, and before Lex knew what he was saying, he was telling her that Clark could fit into society just as well as he could. And with a little more baiting, Lex was putting his money where his mouth was. Now, he had the summer to get Clark ready for an end of the summer soirée in Smallville.

“Lex,” Clark said, spotting Lex across the room. No one understood Lex the way Clark did. Everyone just saw him as Lionel Luthor’s son, but Clark saw him as Lex: pool buddy, and confidante. “What’s up, Lex?” Lex shrugged.

“Nothing much, I was just having a conversation with Angelique,” Lex said.

“And how is Angelique?”

“She’s fine,” Lex said slowly. Clark eyed Lex suspiciously.

“Lex, what did you do?”

“Nothing.” Pause. “I just made a small wager, that’s all.”

“What kind of wager?” Lex eyed him conspiratorially. “The kind that requires your help.”

“What kind of help?” Clark asked, exasperated.

“I just told her that a farmboy - you - could fit into Metropolis society as well as I could. And now I have to prove it at the Rose Garden Gala in Metropolis.”

“And just how long do you have to pull this off?” Clark asked. He was already planning on helping Lex out. He would do pretty much anything for Lex.

“Well, the party is a week long affair that happens the last week of summer. So, we have eight weeks,” Lex replied.

“Wouldn’t that be nine weeks?”

“It would, but I have to set the week before the party aside for part of the bet.”

“So, I have to fit into Metropolis society.” Clark said, “How exactly is this going to be accomplished?”

* * *

“Okay, my parents are going to let me come over four days a week, from the time I finish my chores, until eleven.” Lex gave him a Look.

“And what exactly did you say?”

“Nothing that can be traced back to you, and nothing about the bet. Don’t worry, okay? Let’s just get on with this.”

And so it began. Lex had Clark follow him to one of the ballrooms where he’d had a table set up.

“Before we get to introductions and conversation, I wanted to start with something simple: the dinner table.”

Clark looked at the tables and saw many different plates, glasses, and utensils. “You call this simple?” Clark asked.

Lex held out the chair for Clark to sit down. For the next week, Lex and Clark spent the day in the ballroom, where Clark sat at the table, and memorized table settings. When Clark got tired, Lex would always let the break, and go play a round or two of pool.

“Where is the salad fork?” Lex asked.

Clark put his hand on the one all the way to the left.

“No, that is not the salad fork.” Lex placed his hand on top of Clark’s, and moved it over, placing it on the correct utensil. “This,” Lex said huskily, “is the salad fork.” Clark gulped. Who knew that Lex had such soft hands, Clark thought. “Okay Clark, that’s enough for today, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

* * *

Clark lay awake in bed. He had just awoken from the most interesting dream. It had started out normally. He had been in the barn, and Lana had come up the steps. Beautiful Lana, wearing a tight bubble-gum pink sweater. She had stepped up to him, pressed herself against him, and they began to kiss. Halfway through the dream, Lana disappeared, and was replaced by someone else. Clark couldn’t see their face, but he certainly was enjoying the attention they were bestowing upon him. Clark woke up, and immediately had to go get the extra set of sheets from the cupboard. Clark didn’t understand what was going on. Oh, he knew what was going on physically, but he didn’t know what was going on in his dreams. He couldn’t talk about this with anybody; he didn’t think anyone would understand.

* * *

Lex sat in his study, nursing a glass of brandy. What have I gotten myself into? Lex had almost given himself away during the latest lesson. He couldn’t afford to lose Clark’s friendship. If Clark were to find out how Lex really felt about him, Clark might distance himself, and Lex would never see him again. Everyone in Metropolis knew that Lex was bi, but the news hadn’t made it to Smallville. He told Clark to take the next week off so that they could take a break. Lex needed the break more than Clark did. That boy was so gorgeous, and he didn’t even know it. He had the body of an Adonis with the face of an angel. Whoever had gotten him to believe that he was a geek or a dork deserved to be shot. Lex had to make sure that he worked twice as hard to get Clark’s self-esteem back on track.

* * *

“You want me to put my hand where?” Clark asked. He and Lex were back in the ballroom, only this time there was no table. Clark easily mastered the art of conversation and introductions. Now, however, he was faced with something completely different. Lex was standing before him, telling him to put his left hand on Lex’s waist.

“Put your left hand on my waist,” Lex repeated.

“Why?”

“Clark, I am trying to teach you how to dance. I am also teaching you to lead. Therefore, I am playing the part of the female, so you can learn to lead.”

Clark had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He had a hard time imagining Lex letting him lead anything. Clark slowly placed his left hand on Lex’s waist. Lex placed his right hand on Clark’s shoulder. They grasped each other’s free hands. Lex began to instruct Clark.

“Now, when dancing, you don’t want to be looking around,” Lex said with a small smile, as Clark brought his eyes back to Lex. “When you are dancing with a woman, that woman is the most important person in the whole world,” Lex said, maintaining eye contact. “You need to make this woman feel like she is the world to you. It doesn’t matter whether she just your dance partner for the moment,” Lex’s said, pulling Clark closer, “or whether she is your dance partner for life. She is it.” Clark gasped. “A dance is like sex: it can be really good, or it can be the worst thing ever. It can be sensual, it can be angry, it can be happy. People can tell a lot about you by the way you dance,” Lex finished, and managed to get Clark to lead him into a dip. Clark stared into Lex’s eyes, getting lost. Clark felt himself getting closer and closer. His lips were millimeters away from Lex’s.

“Mr. Luthor, your father is on the phone for you.”

Clark was startled, and immediately let go of Lex, and Lex fell onto the floor, landing on his butt. “I think it’s time for me to go,” Clark said, and before Lex could respond, Clark was gone.

* * *

Lex sat in front of the fire, nursing his second brandy. The phone call with his father had not improved his mood. His father was pressing him to go to Metropolis for some business, and Lex was loath to go. A second break so soon into this might be a tip off to Clark that something was going on. Lex had managed to put his father off, saying that he would be in Metropolis for the Rose Garden Gala, and would stay in Metropolis for a week after the Gala for business. This seemed to appease Lionel, and Lex hoped that his father would leave him alone till then. Lex finished his brandy, and then went upstairs to shower. In the steam of the shower, Lex let himself fantasize about what could have happened if his secretary hadn’t interrupted. Clark’s soft lips on his, hands around his waist, fingers caressing . . . “Fuck! Clark!” Lex cried his release into the water, letting it take him over.

* * *

Clark lay awake that night, thinking of what had happened that afternoon. If the secretary hadn’t interrupted . . . Clark was sure they would have been kissing. Clark had never really thought about his sexual orientation. Being the Last Son of Krypton had its disadvantages. Clark didn’t know what was supposed to be normal for him. He’d had a thing for Lana since he was seven, but since he had met Lex it wasn’t the same. He still liked Lana, but he found himself comparing her to Lex. In fact, he found himself comparing all girls to Lex. What is going on with me?

* * *

“So, what are we doing this afternoon?” Clark asked. This was their last week. Next week, Clark and Lex would travel to Metropolis for the week long Rose Garden Gala. Lex had been distant ever since their first encounter during dancing lessons. Lex had continued the dancing lessons, but Clark could have cut the tension with a knife.

“Well, this week we are changing our focus . . .” Lex trailed off as he noticed someone standing in the doorway.

“Well, at least I have something good to start with.”

Clark looked for the source of the voice, and stopped. Standing before him was a woman who was probably a model. She stood about 5’10” with long, flame red hair, and deep blue eyes. She was wearing a black mini skirt paired with a men’s dress shirt. Legs that went for days ended with 4” stiletto heels.

“Clark, I would like you to meet Delphinea,” Lex said.

Clark stepped over, and took Delphinea’s hand in his, and lightly kissed it. “My pleasure,” Clark said softly.

“Please, call me Finn. Lex, you’ve done a great job. I’m impressed. However, we are going to have to do something about these hands.”

Lex smiled when he saw the confused look on Clark’s face. “I have done everything I could. I worked on the inside, getting you mentally prepared, and teaching you what you needed to know. However, Angelique never said I couldn’t bring in help. Finn here is going to help out with the outside.”

The confused look didn’t move from Clark’s face.

“Oh for cryin’ out loud, I’m here to give you a makeover. I could tell from the second I walked in that you aren’t Metropolis material. However, by the time the week is done, no one will ever know that you came from Smallville,” Finn said with a smile.

Clark gulped. He didn’t know if he liked the idea of someone trying to make him into something he wasn’t. But, this was for Lex, so he was willing.

“Follow me, I have everything prepared,” Lex said, and headed for the ballroom.

Clark entered the ballroom, and found that it had been changed. It now looked very much like an upscale spa. Clark gulped again.

“Here Clark, go put these on, I need to see what I’m working with,” Finn said, tossing Clark some black shorts. Clark gave a small smile, and headed for the anteroom that sat off the ballroom. The second Clark was out of the room, Finn turned to Lex.

“I know, I know, don’t say it,” Lex said.

“Only you would get yourself into something like this. Does he know how you feel about him?”

“What makes you think . . . ?”

“Oh come on, you don’t let just anyone saunter into your house. Plus, the looks you’ve been giving him could melt steel. Are you going to tell him?”

“I have no idea. I don’t even know how he feels about me. I don’t want to risk our friendship.”

“I get it. I’ll talk to him, and try to get a read on him.”

Lex was about to reply, when he heard the door to the ballroom open. Lex stared as he saw Clark enter the ballroom, in just the black shorts.

“Oh yeah, this is going to be fun,” Finn said with a grin.

“Okay, well, sadly I have business to attend to, so I will be back later.”

“Lex, you’re going to leave me here?” Clark asked, fear in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” Finn replied with a wink.

“At least, not hard. Don’t worry Clark, I trust Finn completely,” Lex said, and promptly left the room.

Finn immediately led Clark to the chair in the center of the room. His nerves were increasing the longer he stayed still.

“Okay, we’re going to be clothes shopping the rest of the days you’re here. But, today is all about you. Manicure, pedicure, massage, facial, hair, and . . .” Finn looked closely at Clark’s face, “eyebrows.”

“What is wrong with my eyebrows?” Clark exclaimed.

“Nothing, just you’re supposed to have two,” Finn said with a large grin. Before Clark could respond, Finn had led one of the technicians over to begin work.

The rest of the day kind of passed in a blur. They began with a manicure and pedicure, which Clark would never admit that he enjoyed: same with the facial. He would never admit that he enjoyed it, but deep inside, he liked the idea of being pampered. Finn coerced him into staying still so that someone could attack his eyebrows. He had to admit that they did look better.

“Okay, now time for hair,” Finn said, glee clearly evident in her voice.

“What is wrong with my hair?” Clark asked defensively.

“To be honest, it looks like your father cuts it.” Clark couldn’t hide the blush. “Oh, he does, doesn’t he? It’s okay.” A woman stepped up, pulling a trolley with a bowel, brush, foil, scissors, and clippers.

“Just what are you planning on doing?”

“Just sit and relax.”

Clark sat and let the woman do her work. He let the woman put gel and foils all over his head. While he was ‘waiting’ Finn decided to try to get inside Clark’s head.

“So, how long have you and Lex been friends?”

“About three years. I jumped in after him when he hit a roll of wire and went off a bridge.”

“Wow, you saved his life.” Finn now understood where Lex’s fascination had started.

Their conversation continued during Clark’s haircut, and Finn found herself really liking Clark. She understood how Lex had fallen for him; she would have too if she didn’t already know that Clark was in love with Lex. After talking with Clark, she could hear the emotion in his voice anytime he talked about Lex. Lex was blind not to see it.

Clark was just finishing dressing when Lex arrived back at the Mansion. “Only the T-shirt. I am going to make it my mission to break you of the flannel habit.” Lex smiled as he heard Finn berate Clark for his fashion sense. As he stepped into the ballroom, he stopped. The man standing before him couldn’t be Clark. Of course it had to be Clark, but . . . Clark’s hair had been cut, and artfully tousled, with light brown highlights done to look natural. If Lex had never seen Clark before, he could have sworn that Clark had just spent a few weeks in the Caribbean, soaking up the sun. His skin glowed.

“Lex, say something.”

“Very good.” It was all he could say. If Lex had tried to say anything else, he didn’t think it would come out.

“One last thing. Clark, you are going to have to do something for me so that your hands stay this smooth. If you are from Metropolis, you do not have blisters or worn spots. They either don’t do hard labor, or they know how to hide it.” Finn handed him gloves and lotion. “Sleep with your hands covered in lotion and gloves. It will keep your hands soft.”

“Okay,” Clark said quietly.

“So, the next three days are going to be spent shopping,” Finn said with a mischievous look in her eyes as she looked Clark up and down. “I can’t wait to get you into some good clothes.”

“Well, we can’t go into Metropolis to shop, so we are bringing the shops to us. I know some very discreet people, and no one in Metropolis will know.”

“Lex, what am I going to tell my parents? There is no way that they aren’t going to notice this.”

* * *

Clark didn’t know how he had managed it. He had convinced his parents that Lana and Chloe had decided that he needed a new look for school, so they convinced him to get his hair done, and they were going to be getting some clothes. He hated getting them involved in this, but it was the only way. His parents were okay about his friendship with Lex, but he didn’t know if they would like the idea of Lex spending money on him, and taking him to Metropolis. Clark had told his parents that Chloe was going to Metropolis for the week before school, which was true, and that she had asked him to go with her. After much begging, his parents relented, and told him it was okay, as long as he checked in twice a day. He also got his parents to say it was okay if he went to a couple of days of the Gala with Lex.

Now, Clark was standing in the ballroom again, while Finn and Lex walked around him. He was currently in the third tuxedo in a rack of five. Finn and Lex were currently fighting over which tuxedo looked better. Clark stared at the rack of clothes he had amassed in the last three days. Lex had explained that during the daytime, the Gala was very casual, but evening was completely different. So, Clark had a pile of casual shirts and pants, and a separate pile of eveningwear; suits, ties, etc. Now, they were almost finished. Clark cleared his throat.

“What?” Lex and Finn shouted in unison.

“I like this one. I think it looks the best.”

Finn and Lex stared. “You know what? He’s right. This one is the best one.”

Clark sighed as Finn made her announcement. This meant that he was finished for the night. This also meant that he got two days off before they left for Metropolis. It had been planned perfectly. Chloe was going to pick him up, and drop him off at Lex’s, keeping up the charade. Clark would make sure that he would always be the one calling, so that his parents would never catch him unaware. If he ended up in the paper, it was okay, because his parents knew that he would be going a couple of days to the Gala.

* * *

Lex and Finn sat in front of the fire in the study. They were each nursing a brandy. Lex sat with his feet in Finn’s lap, barefoot, while Finn massaged his feet.

“In five minutes, we switch,” Finn said.

“Deal.”

They sat in silence. Finn and Lex had known each other since the Club Zero days. Both had managed to come out of it relatively unscathed, and had helped each other out during hard times.

“He’s in love with you. He just doesn’t realize it yet. He’s lived his whole life thinking that he is supposed to be this corn fed All American Boy. Hell, he’s probably been trying to make himself believe that he is in love with the girl next door. This town is so small, that he probably hasn’t had all that much experience with alternative lifestyles.”

Lex was quiet as he absorbed what Finn had said. It sounded dead on. Clark had been chasing after Lana forever. She was the quintessential girl next door.

“What do I do? I want him so badly that I can taste it?”

Finn smiled softly. “You’re already more than halfway there. During the Gala, just be near him. Let him see you relaxed, having fun. I don’t know if there will be a chance for you two to dance together, but if it’s possible, then do it. The closer you two can be together, the more he’ll realize that he loves you. On the last night, during the Grande Gala, the last dance, you have to find a time to get him alone. Then you can tell him how you really feel, and let him tell you how he feels. If you give him the chance, he will give you everything that you have been missing.”

* * *

“Bye Chloe!”

“Call me when you get to Metropolis. You’ll need to call your parents when you get there.”

“Not a problem. I’ll call you.” Clark watched as Chloe sped away. He hefted his two empty suitcases and entered the Mansion. Lex had told him that all of his clothes would be packed and ready to go when he got there. Clark wandered into the kitchen to get himself a snack before heading to Metropolis.

“I knew I would find you here.”

Clark turned to see Lex standing in the doorway.

“Just getting a snack before we head out,” Clark said with a grin.

“Well, everything is all packed up. Just waiting for you.”

Clark grabbed an apple, and followed Lex out to the front of the Mansion, where the limo was waiting.

“Your chariot, good sir,” Lex said with a smile.
Clark grinned, and entered the limo. They rode the whole way to Metropolis in almost complete silence, only conversing about things like the weather and such.

* * *

Clark’s introduction to Metropolis society and his acceptance at the Rose Garden Gala were a rousing success. Angelique kept her mouth shut, and let everyone try to figure it out for themselves. Lex was amazed at how quickly Clark got everyone wrapped around his little finger. He had charmed them all. It was the final night of the Gala, the Rose Garden Ball, and Angelique had admitted defeat.

“Lex? Lex?”

Lex shook himself out of his reverie, and noticed Clark standing in front of him. Standing there in his gorgeous tuxedo, hair artfully tousled.

“I’m sorry, I was somewhere else.”

“I could tell. It’s time. Let’s go boogie.”

* * *

Clark was nervous. He’d had a great time this whole week, and now it was the Rose Garden Ball. He and Lex had spent a wonderful week together. Nothing like what had happened in the ballroom at the Mansion had happened here. Instead, they had just been friends. They had spent time together, just being close.

As he and Lex entered the grand ballroom, Clark could feel all eyes on him and Lex. He had made a name for himself this week. Everyone there knew who he was; he was Lex Luthor’s best friend, and maybe something more. Over this past week, Clark had realized that he wanted that something more. He didn’t want to be just friends anymore.

The ball began, and everyone began dancing and mingling. Clark found himself in a circle of people that included Lex and Finn. Finn gave him a smile as he made some joke about stockbrokers. He really had all these people charmed; it was farmboy charm revamped for Metropolis. As the laughs died down, he heard a slow song start. Everyone broke into couples, and went out onto the dance floor, leaving Clark and Lex standing alone.

“Join me out on the balcony, Clark?”

Clark swallowed, and followed Lex out onto the balcony. He could see the whole Metropolis skyline from here. The music was muted, and Clark could smell all the roses that decorated the ballroom.

“Lex, I just want to thank you. I have had a wonderful time. But, there is something that is on my mind.”

“What is it? Is there something wrong?”

“No, there’s nothing wrong. It’s just – “

Before Lex had an opportunity to ask again, he found his arms and lips full of Clark. Clark pressed his lips to Lex’s, marveling in their softness. Clark’s hands made their way to Lex’s back, and moved down to squeeze Lex’s ass. Lex’s hands wrapped themselves into Clark’s hair, and he fought the urge to moan.

* * *

Lex pulled himself away.

“Clark, we need to talk about this.”

“Lex, I don’t want to talk. The words will get in the way of the feelings. I just want to feel you. I’ve been dreaming out you Lex. Ever since we began this, I’ve been dreaming of you, comparing girls to you. I think all this just confirmed what I’ve been feeling ever since I pulled you out of the river.”

Lex didn’t let him get any further. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Clark, pulled him close, and began to sway to the music that was playing in the background.

Maybe it’s intuition
Some things you just don’t question
Like in your eyes
I see my future in an instant
And there it goes
I think I found my best friend

Lex smiled at the song. It was all too perfect for them. Lex really had found his best friend. There was no one out there who knew him like Clark knew him.

“Hey Clark?”

Lex raised his eyes to look into Clark’s lust filled gaze.

“Yes?”

“Want to take this somewhere private?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

* * *

Clark stared down at the sleeping form of Lex. They had worn each other out, in the best way possible. Once they were safely ensconced in Lex’s room, they had revealed all their feelings for each other.

Now, Clark and Lex lay on Lex’s bed. Lex lay on top of Clark, his head rested on Clark’s shoulder, hands wrapped around Clark. Clark hated to do it, but if didn’t move, his bladder was going to create a problem for both of them.

Clark got up, and padded quietly to the bathroom to take care of business. As he wandered back into the bedroom, he noticed Lex sitting up, resting against the headboard, eyes following Clark’s every move.

“Morning.”

“Hey,” Clark replied, bouncing onto the bed. “I have a question for you.”

“Ask away.”

“What would have happened if you had lost; if someone had figured out that I was only a farmboy?”

Lex paused for a moment. “Well, let’s jut say that Angelique always had a thing for bald men.” Lex watched as realization sunk in.

“Oh, she wanted to sleep with you.”

“Something I probably would have done anyway,” Lex said.

“Hey!”

“If I’d lost, and we hadn’t done this,” Lex said, gesturing to the bed, “then I would have most definitely slept with her.”

“Oh.”

“But I didn’t lose. I won, in more ways than one.” Lex wrapped his arms around Clark, resting his head on Clark’s chest.

“I think I won too,” Clark said with a devilish grin.