Spoilers: Drone – I read the ep summary on Smallville news and this instantly popped into my mind.
kill switch: usually a button or a switch that shuts something down completely, and may or may not be the normal method of turning something off
Lex leaned back in his chair, enjoying the atmosphere of the Talon and of course, Clark's quiet but there presence.
Clark looked up and caught Lex's eyes, smiling before looking back down at his homework again.
"Clark!"
Both heads turned to Pete and Chloe's entrance.
"C'mon, Kent, time to plan your campaign!" Pete cheerfully declared.
"Campaign?" Lex raised an eyebrow at Clark, who simply flushed.
"Clark's running for class president," Chloe announced with a twinkle in her eye.
"Really now?"
Clark groaned softly at the positively mercenary glint in Lex's eyes.
~*~*~*~*~
"Clark?" Jonathan stared incredulously at his son. Clark was sprawled on his parents' bed, homework and books scattered everywhere. "You know you have a room *and* a loft for things like this," he pointed out, faint amusement in his voice.
"Yeah, well," Clark blushed. "I figured this is the only place Lex wouldn't come looking for me."
Jonathan frowned a little. 'Hiding from Lex? Why would Clark need to hide from Lex?' "Why are you hiding from Lex?" He took a deep breath. "Lex didn't try anything . . . inappropriate . . . did he?"
Clark's jaw dropped, then blushed from head to toe. "No! Dad!" Shocked, positively scandalized. "Dad. . . I can't believe . . . No!"
"Sorry, son, it's just. . . ." Jonathan waved vaguely. "Nevermind. So why . . . ."
"Lex found out I was running for class president."
"And. . . ."
"He got this glint in his eye."
"Glint?" Now Jonathan was really confused.
Clark gestured. "Yeah, it's the glint he gets in his eyes whenever he's going to take over something."
"Take over something?"
"Yeah," Clark smirked. "Whenever Lex figures out a new way to make a lot of money or how to fix a problem at the plant, he gets this glint in his eye. It's . . . it's," he swallowed hard, remembering the last time he watched Lex take over a rival company.
The light suddenly went on. "You're wondering what Lex will do to get you elected."
"Wondering? Dad, I'm terrified! You should have heard him, Chloe and Pete! Pamphlets, brochures, campaign platforms, *rallies*!" Clark was up and pacing, hands raking through his hair. "They want me to do speeches! Chloe wants to do an entire edition of the Torch on me! They're nuts, Dad, completely nuts!"
Jonathan snickered. He glanced over Clark's frantically moving, and still ranting, form to see his wife in the doorway, equally amused. "Son. . . ."
". . . and Lex wants to bring down some hotshot that helped run Governor Mackel's campaign. This is a high school election and he wants to bring in *professionals*! And Chloe and Pete just keep eggin' him on! I mean, I want them all to be friends, but this is just nuts! And--"
"CLARK!"
"Jeez, Dad, you don't have to yell. . . super hearing, remember?"
Martha giggled, Jonathan glared at his wife, then at his son. "It seems to me that if you really don't want them to go to all this trouble then you need to tell them."
Clark sighed. "I tried that."
"It didn't work, huh?" Martha stepped into the room, sitting down beside Jonathan.
"Nope." Clark nodded. "It's not that I don't want to win, it's just that. . . ."
"They're going overboard," Martha said with a grin.
"Yeah." Clark grinned at his mother. "I mean, if I sit down with Chloe and Pete and tell them 'no', they'd understand. But Lex. . . "
Jonathan grunted. "Then it sounds like you need to find something that will distract him from the campaign."
"Distract him?" Clark nodded, brow furrowing in thought.
~*~*~*~*~
"C'mon, Clark!"
"No, Lex."
"But he's the best! He wrote the president's inaugural address."
"Lex! High school. High. School. Not National Primaries."
"But. . ."
Jonathan and Martha watched with barely concealed interest and amusement as Lex followed Clark around their yard.
"Lex, I'm never gonna get my chores done if you don't stop following me! And if you get more than dust on those shoes, it's not my fault!"
"Will you just stop and look at the designs Chloe came up with for the posters then?"
"No."
"C'mon, farmboy--"
Lex never got to finish the sentence.
Jonathan and Martha watched in stunned silence as Clark kissed Lex. Even from a distance, they could see the intensity of the kiss. The sheer sensuality of it.
Pale hands clenched in dark hair.
Large, golden brown hands on darkly clad hips.
Denim and microfiber legs entwined.
A slow backwards tango, ending with Lex trapped against his car.
Clark broke away.
Both boys panted. Lex more than Clark.
No one said a word.
Their son glanced at them, saw their shocked expressions, and shrugged bashfully. Blush fully engaged. "Well, you said to distract him."
The End
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