Lex really quite hated football. For starters, while he appreciated the strategic effort put into the plays, the sport was deadly boring. They played for a minute, then stopped for ten. Beyond that, the boys who played sports such as football were unendingly self-centered and brutish.
He couldn't say how glad he was that Clark's father had been unreasonable enough to refuse his son's request to play.
There was of course the problem that it denied Clark a happiness he had been looking forward to, but Lex suspected that part of his desire was wrapped tightly up with the desire to be fawned over by a certain raven-haired cheerleader. Now that said cheerleader was cheerless and jobless, Lex would be satisfied by knowing that Clark could find his happiness elsewhere.
Regardless, what Lex hated the most about football was that the boys played in such tight pants, and Clark was staring at the ass of a young man who had just come to town and joined the team in the absence of those students who had been removed for cheating.
He really should have been paying attention to Lex, who was standing over him still wearing his suit from work. The sides of his pants bulged with his fists inside his pockets as Lex first looked down at Clark, then out to the field, with one eyebrow arched to where his hairline could have been in another life.
"And then we dumped the bodies in the ravine. Another wild night from the youth of Metropolis," Lex said. His head wobbled a little as his lips curled over his teeth derisively. Clark continued to stare. Lex's lips thinned, and the corners of his mouth deepened. "You were a football player for all of a day, and already you miss it."
"Hm? Oh, I dunno." Clark looked away.
FINALLY.
Lex sighed audibly and looked up at the announcer's box. "Don't you? It's seemed to capture your attention."
"They had an interesting… play." Clark fumbled with his books and started to flush.
"I'm sure." Pursing his lips, Lex pulled out his keys. "Well, I have to get going."
"Where are you going?" Clark's eyes fluttered upward, widening plaintively like a puppy's.
"Have to get back to work. You take it easy, Clark."
As Lex turned away, he felt a strange heat warming the back of his pants. Funny. It wasn't a terribly sunny day.
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Date: 2009-05-07 05:31 pm (UTC)Lex really quite hated football. For starters, while he appreciated the strategic effort put into the plays, the sport was deadly boring. They played for a minute, then stopped for ten. Beyond that, the boys who played sports such as football were unendingly self-centered and brutish.
He couldn't say how glad he was that Clark's father had been unreasonable enough to refuse his son's request to play.
There was of course the problem that it denied Clark a happiness he had been looking forward to, but Lex suspected that part of his desire was wrapped tightly up with the desire to be fawned over by a certain raven-haired cheerleader. Now that said cheerleader was cheerless and jobless, Lex would be satisfied by knowing that Clark could find his happiness elsewhere.
Regardless, what Lex hated the most about football was that the boys played in such tight pants, and Clark was staring at the ass of a young man who had just come to town and joined the team in the absence of those students who had been removed for cheating.
He really should have been paying attention to Lex, who was standing over him still wearing his suit from work. The sides of his pants bulged with his fists inside his pockets as Lex first looked down at Clark, then out to the field, with one eyebrow arched to where his hairline could have been in another life.
"And then we dumped the bodies in the ravine. Another wild night from the youth of Metropolis," Lex said. His head wobbled a little as his lips curled over his teeth derisively. Clark continued to stare. Lex's lips thinned, and the corners of his mouth deepened. "You were a football player for all of a day, and already you miss it."
"Hm? Oh, I dunno." Clark looked away.
FINALLY.
Lex sighed audibly and looked up at the announcer's box. "Don't you? It's seemed to capture your attention."
"They had an interesting… play." Clark fumbled with his books and started to flush.
"I'm sure." Pursing his lips, Lex pulled out his keys. "Well, I have to get going."
"Where are you going?" Clark's eyes fluttered upward, widening plaintively like a puppy's.
"Have to get back to work. You take it easy, Clark."
As Lex turned away, he felt a strange heat warming the back of his pants. Funny. It wasn't a terribly sunny day.