"Afternoon, Clark. Did you have a good swim?" Lex tilted his head to the side and watched Clark closely.
Clark had changed into a t-shirt and jeans. His speedo was nothing to be going around a drafty castle in. He closed in on the desk where Lex was sitting. "I think I'm getting better."
"Well, I'm glad, then." Lex made a single nod and looked up at the lanky boy.
Clark paused a moment. "Why don't you ever come swim?"
"Oh, I don't want to get in your way. Besides, I have work to do," Lex breezed.
Clark scowled and leaned against the side of Lex's desk, looking down on his friend. There was something there… Something about the way he looked. Clark wanted to lean closer, to take him in.
"You wouldn't be in my way," Clark said, trying to think of an excuse. "It might even… help."
Lex lifted his chin and narrowed his eyes. "How so?"
"You could… race me. Maybe."
"I don't have a swimsuit," Lex admitted.
"What? How…" Clark sighed in exasperation. "I'm sure you have a swimsuit. You have a pool, right? And you use it, so how would you go swimming without a swimsuit?"
"You… simply go swimming without your suit." Lex shrugged. "Or much of anything else, actually."
"I… But you can't…" Clark was about to say that you couldn't do that, but obviously, you could. And Lex could, if he wanted to. It was his pool. Clark considered telling Lex to buy a freaking swimsuit. It wasn't like money was an option, but for some reason, he held his tongue that day.
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Lex always told himself that he wouldn't be going back to watch Clark. He knew it was wrong to spy on the young man. He knew that he should be more forthcoming, or eschew his feelings altogether.
And yet, whenever Clark came over to practice, Lex found his steps taking him down to the pool.
He leaned against the wall, a small smile on his lips as Clark did his laps, coming up for air occasionally, and pushing his dark, wet hair out of his eyes. The young, sinewy body moved so effortlessly that Lex had a hard time believing that Clark was real at times. He was fixated by the muscles moving fluidly under the sun-kissed skin.
When Clark pushed himself out of the pool, Lex's eyes bulged, and he stepped back, and then tripped over his own feet, tumbling out of his hiding place and onto the stone floor.
Tall. Glistening. Naked. Clark stood at the edge of the pool and looked over to Lex grinning ear to ear.
Swimfan, post Redux S2, part two
"Afternoon, Clark. Did you have a good swim?" Lex tilted his head to the side and watched Clark closely.
Clark had changed into a t-shirt and jeans. His speedo was nothing to be going around a drafty castle in. He closed in on the desk where Lex was sitting. "I think I'm getting better."
"Well, I'm glad, then." Lex made a single nod and looked up at the lanky boy.
Clark paused a moment. "Why don't you ever come swim?"
"Oh, I don't want to get in your way. Besides, I have work to do," Lex breezed.
Clark scowled and leaned against the side of Lex's desk, looking down on his friend. There was something there… Something about the way he looked. Clark wanted to lean closer, to take him in.
"You wouldn't be in my way," Clark said, trying to think of an excuse. "It might even… help."
Lex lifted his chin and narrowed his eyes. "How so?"
"You could… race me. Maybe."
"I don't have a swimsuit," Lex admitted.
"What? How…" Clark sighed in exasperation. "I'm sure you have a swimsuit. You have a pool, right? And you use it, so how would you go swimming without a swimsuit?"
"You… simply go swimming without your suit." Lex shrugged. "Or much of anything else, actually."
"I… But you can't…" Clark was about to say that you couldn't do that, but obviously, you could. And Lex could, if he wanted to. It was his pool. Clark considered telling Lex to buy a freaking swimsuit. It wasn't like money was an option, but for some reason, he held his tongue that day.
Lex always told himself that he wouldn't be going back to watch Clark. He knew it was wrong to spy on the young man. He knew that he should be more forthcoming, or eschew his feelings altogether.
And yet, whenever Clark came over to practice, Lex found his steps taking him down to the pool.
He leaned against the wall, a small smile on his lips as Clark did his laps, coming up for air occasionally, and pushing his dark, wet hair out of his eyes. The young, sinewy body moved so effortlessly that Lex had a hard time believing that Clark was real at times. He was fixated by the muscles moving fluidly under the sun-kissed skin.
When Clark pushed himself out of the pool, Lex's eyes bulged, and he stepped back, and then tripped over his own feet, tumbling out of his hiding place and onto the stone floor.
Tall. Glistening. Naked. Clark stood at the edge of the pool and looked over to Lex grinning ear to ear.
"Wanna swim?"