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[33: Dream] Smallville: CLex: Living Their Dream
Title: Living Their Dream
Author: 'mi
Fandom: Smallville
Characters/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: Slash Ficlets 33: Dream
Word Count: 998
Date Written: 30 September 2020
Warnings: Future AU
Summary: Clark comes home to his dream.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He was a dream, Clark thought, looking down at Lex, nothing more, nothing less. He was a dream. He was as beautiful as the sweetest dreams, but there was far more reasons than that as to why Lex was a dream. It was only a dream, one that would never be realized, that he could ever want him, of all country bumpkins and aliens to boot. It was a dream that he was floating above him now hearing Lex moan his name in his sleep and seeing his sweet, full mouth make kissing motions at the empty air above him. It was most certainly a dream for him to think that Lex's subconscious could possibly sense him, and even a greater dream still to imagine that Lex could be anything but enraged if he were to wake and find him here, intruding into the privacy of his luxurious bedroom suite and his very private, very not about Clark dreams.
It was all just a dream, or so he had told himself for years. It had taken Lex to make the first move, Lex to force him to stop running, to stop hiding, to stop lying to him about his true nature and even more so the true nature of his feelings for Lex. It had taken Lex to pop the question, and Lex to build the future they now enjoyed so richly every day. It had all taken Lex, and there were still times when it all felt like a dream to Clark. The best, sweetest, most wonderful dream, but a dream nonetheless.
Clark's lips twitched up into a smirk as he continued to gaze down at his husband sleeping so serenely below. This had become almost a nightly ritual between them, even if it was one of which his lover was unaware. Every night when he finally came home from whatever latest mission had taken him away, Clark would hover in the air above Lex for a little while and just watch his handsome, sweet, wonderful, beloved husband sleep.
The man never got enough sleep, even now when Clark had finally managed to convince him to retire. Laughter bubbled up in the hero's throat. Retire, indeed! Lex was just as busy as ever he had been, albeit it now with the charities he chose and helping their own children to grow in all the ways they had not been able to for whatever myriad of reasons. If only the world could guess who the true hero was, who kept their hero going, who kept him from going mad, who kept him still fighting the good fight no matter the losses. He would have destroyed the whole world himself when his mother had been killed if not for this man. If not for this man, he never would have made it to adulthood to suffer the loss. He never would have kept loving. He never would have become the hero the world thinks he is.
Lois had asked him a good question today when the cameras had been rolling, and she never would have expected the correct answer. Heck, the whole world watching him wouldn't have guessed that when "their" Superman spoke of falling in love, being in love, and building a peaceful world with the person he loved and who loved him in return he was actually already in love and had been since he'd been a boy, long before they'd first knowingly taken notice of him. They most certainly never would have guessed that it was with a man most of them hated. Lois had tried to pry the answers out of him, but of course, he'd acted as though he heard someone screaming and had flown away to rescue said person -- and kept flying until he'd actually found a person needing help so his ruse didn't have to be a complete lie after all.
But the dream he had professed to having today was a dream he already got to live. The only thing missing was the peace, but as his mother had once said, there would always be a problem as long as the world was turning. People couldn't have too much peace while they still lived, because being in this world meant having problems. Heaven was the only place where no problems existed at all, and even though Lex's arms had always felt like Heaven to Clark, he knew that wasn't what his mother had meant, no matter how happy she had been for them.
Lex's slender eyebrow arched in his sleep, and he called up without opening his eyes, "Are you just going to float there all night, or are you going to come to bed before somebody else needs you?"
Clark felt just a tiny stab of guilt at the query for something they'd once argued about quite often was how much Lex and their children needed him. There had never been anywhere he'd rather be than with Lex, but the world needed him. His world, however, needed him, too, and he was always happiest to oblige when it came to their world. "I'm coming," he grumbled, teasingly, and used his super speed to be curled around Lex before he could take his next breath.
"Good," Lex murmured, turning over and tugging at Clark's ear lobe with his teeth. "Now let's see if we can make you come in another way."
Clark grinned and blushed as bright as his cape all at the same time. "I love you," he whispered. The world may never have peace, at least not during their lifetime, but it was enough just that he got to come home and live life with this wonderful man beside him. Living the dream of being with him made everything else worth enduring and was, in truth, all the realized dream he'd ever need.
"I love you too. Welcome home, baby." And Lex proceeded to welcome him with his lips, his hands, and every inch of his loving body.
The End
Author: 'mi
Fandom: Smallville
Characters/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: Slash Ficlets 33: Dream
Word Count: 998
Date Written: 30 September 2020
Warnings: Future AU
Summary: Clark comes home to his dream.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He was a dream, Clark thought, looking down at Lex, nothing more, nothing less. He was a dream. He was as beautiful as the sweetest dreams, but there was far more reasons than that as to why Lex was a dream. It was only a dream, one that would never be realized, that he could ever want him, of all country bumpkins and aliens to boot. It was a dream that he was floating above him now hearing Lex moan his name in his sleep and seeing his sweet, full mouth make kissing motions at the empty air above him. It was most certainly a dream for him to think that Lex's subconscious could possibly sense him, and even a greater dream still to imagine that Lex could be anything but enraged if he were to wake and find him here, intruding into the privacy of his luxurious bedroom suite and his very private, very not about Clark dreams.
It was all just a dream, or so he had told himself for years. It had taken Lex to make the first move, Lex to force him to stop running, to stop hiding, to stop lying to him about his true nature and even more so the true nature of his feelings for Lex. It had taken Lex to pop the question, and Lex to build the future they now enjoyed so richly every day. It had all taken Lex, and there were still times when it all felt like a dream to Clark. The best, sweetest, most wonderful dream, but a dream nonetheless.
Clark's lips twitched up into a smirk as he continued to gaze down at his husband sleeping so serenely below. This had become almost a nightly ritual between them, even if it was one of which his lover was unaware. Every night when he finally came home from whatever latest mission had taken him away, Clark would hover in the air above Lex for a little while and just watch his handsome, sweet, wonderful, beloved husband sleep.
The man never got enough sleep, even now when Clark had finally managed to convince him to retire. Laughter bubbled up in the hero's throat. Retire, indeed! Lex was just as busy as ever he had been, albeit it now with the charities he chose and helping their own children to grow in all the ways they had not been able to for whatever myriad of reasons. If only the world could guess who the true hero was, who kept their hero going, who kept him from going mad, who kept him still fighting the good fight no matter the losses. He would have destroyed the whole world himself when his mother had been killed if not for this man. If not for this man, he never would have made it to adulthood to suffer the loss. He never would have kept loving. He never would have become the hero the world thinks he is.
Lois had asked him a good question today when the cameras had been rolling, and she never would have expected the correct answer. Heck, the whole world watching him wouldn't have guessed that when "their" Superman spoke of falling in love, being in love, and building a peaceful world with the person he loved and who loved him in return he was actually already in love and had been since he'd been a boy, long before they'd first knowingly taken notice of him. They most certainly never would have guessed that it was with a man most of them hated. Lois had tried to pry the answers out of him, but of course, he'd acted as though he heard someone screaming and had flown away to rescue said person -- and kept flying until he'd actually found a person needing help so his ruse didn't have to be a complete lie after all.
But the dream he had professed to having today was a dream he already got to live. The only thing missing was the peace, but as his mother had once said, there would always be a problem as long as the world was turning. People couldn't have too much peace while they still lived, because being in this world meant having problems. Heaven was the only place where no problems existed at all, and even though Lex's arms had always felt like Heaven to Clark, he knew that wasn't what his mother had meant, no matter how happy she had been for them.
Lex's slender eyebrow arched in his sleep, and he called up without opening his eyes, "Are you just going to float there all night, or are you going to come to bed before somebody else needs you?"
Clark felt just a tiny stab of guilt at the query for something they'd once argued about quite often was how much Lex and their children needed him. There had never been anywhere he'd rather be than with Lex, but the world needed him. His world, however, needed him, too, and he was always happiest to oblige when it came to their world. "I'm coming," he grumbled, teasingly, and used his super speed to be curled around Lex before he could take his next breath.
"Good," Lex murmured, turning over and tugging at Clark's ear lobe with his teeth. "Now let's see if we can make you come in another way."
Clark grinned and blushed as bright as his cape all at the same time. "I love you," he whispered. The world may never have peace, at least not during their lifetime, but it was enough just that he got to come home and live life with this wonderful man beside him. Living the dream of being with him made everything else worth enduring and was, in truth, all the realized dream he'd ever need.
"I love you too. Welcome home, baby." And Lex proceeded to welcome him with his lips, his hands, and every inch of his loving body.
The End