Fic: Voyeur (Clex, Tim/Kon, G, fluff)
Title: Voyeur
Category: Fic
Pairing: Clex, Tim/Kon
Rating: G
Word Count: 1179
Spoilers: None
Bingo: Clex bingo/clexmas
Prompt: Wild (which means I can do whatever I want, right?)
Notes: Pure fluff. Somewhat of a Kon!fic, which leads to references to Tim, Batman, the Titans.Written a while ago, but I kept trying to get it to fit another prompt.
Summary: All is fair in love, war, and parenthood. Lex is just being a good father and keeping an eye out for his son.
Flowers. Chocolates. A romantic dinner. A night at the opera, an evening under the stars. A walk on the beach. Perfect manners and charming conversation. From the beginning of the evening to the end, it's perfect.
Lex rolls his eyes and puts the binoculars down before he can see the couple close the rest of the distance between them.
The night breeze carries the more pleasant aromas of the ocean, salt tang and boardwalk funnel cakes. He's chosen a quiet spot at the rail, away from the lights that would give him away, out of the path of the other people who occasionally stroll past in pairs and groups and, more rarely, singly.
He gives it to a count of twenty before he brings the binoculars back up again, but they're tugged from his hand before he can line them up properly. He purses his lips and lets his arms drop back to his side. "It's not fair, being able to see them without aid."
"I'm not looking," Clark says cheerfully enough, leaning against the rail at the edge of Lex's peripheral vision. Lex turns, putting his back to the beach. "I wouldn't be here at all if you weren't."
"I'm allowed to worry."
There's a flash of brighteness in the dark, Clarks teeth revealed by a grin that he hides quickly. "You told me not to, how is that fair?"
Before Lex can give an answer, they're interrupted by the sudden presence of Connor, who stares at them both in horrified embarrassment. "How is it fair that you're spying on me?" he asks.
Clark opens his mouth to reply, but he's holding the binoculars and looking pretty guilty for being innocent. Lex gives Connor his best commiserating look. "I was hoping to get Clark out of here without drawing your attention."
"Thank you. At least one of you trusts me," Connor says. He takes the binoculars from Clark and hands them to Lex. "Now go home, Dad. And no listening, either."
He's gone, back down the beach to his date's side. Lex ignores the pout Clark levels at him and takes him by the elbow. "Now come along, Clark. No more spying on Connor." Clark sputters in indignation, but gives it up pretty quickly when Lex only smiles, feeling rather smug. "You should be proud, by the way. He's been a perfect gentleman all evening."
It's only because Clark allows himself to be distracted that it works. "Of course he was. It's their first date."
"'First'?" Lex repeats. "You may or may not be aware, but they spend every weekend together and Connor has spent more than one school night away from the farm."
"That was time spent as friends," Clark says. He tugs his arm away from Lex's grasp and wraps it over his shoulders instead, drawing him close to his side. "It's their first night out as something more."
"If that's the case, and we're still expecting Connor to be chaste and honorable, I have another black mark on my own record," Lex says, trying to sound bitter and failing. The night air is warm, but being tucked against Clark is a different kind of warm comfort.
"We were chaste on our first date." Clark slants him a look. "You got me home by curfew and left me on the porch without even a kiss."
"What-" Lex bites back the question, cycling through memories swiftly. "That wasn't a date."
"I'm retroactively declaring it was," Clark argues, voice heavy with good humor. "In fact, I think the second year of our friendship counts as one long courtship."
"And the two years between then and our first kiss?"
"Our first kiss came first. Even if it wasn't as romantic as it could have been."
"No offense, but I'd rather not consider my near-death experience as the beginning of our romance. Any of our near-death experiences." Lex stops walking and Clark stops with him. "There's a reason I waited until a fairly boring Monday to ask you to be my date."
Clark is smiling again, or still. "It was a fairly exciting Monday."
Lex sighs. "It was, afterwards, but up until I'd tendered the invitation, it had been very mundane." That it hadn't stayed that way was not Lex's fault.
"I don't consider any day with you mundane," Clark says, leaning down and sweeping a kiss across Lex's mouth, then withdrawing before Lex can return it.
On the other side of the railing, Connor makes a gagging noise. Lex closes his eyes and fights another smile. "Connor," he says, managing to sound more annoyed than he is (which is at all). "Can we help you?"
"You cannot be sappy ever again," he replies instantly. "Also, can we borrow the car? Apparently, I'm not allowed to visit Gotham without proper transportation any more."
Lex frowns at him. "You're driving the Maserati." As if any of the cars Lex owns could be called improper.
"Yes, I am, stalker-Dad. Thank you for confirming. But You-Know-Who saw me earlier, so if I want to try to slide in under the radar..."
"And you think driving my car into Gotham will somehow let you go unnoticed?"
Connor made a face. "Right. Nevermind." He started to turn away, but Lex leaned over the rail to touch his shoulder. "Yeah?"
"Why are you trying to hide?"
"I was hoping to make out in the car a bit, but that only works if it's not under observation. There are people scarier than Mercy, you know?"
Lex slides a glance at Clark before looking at Connor again. "Making out on the first date?"
"Please. We've been dating for weeks. At least according to the other Titans. I'd be willing to take their word for it. Though I don't think it's fair to call it pining."
"The keys to the Maserati, then," Lex says, offering his in exchange. Connor produces the other keyring quickly.
"Thanks." Connor says. "Now I should be getting my date home."
There's a brief round of goodbyes before Lex and Clark are alone on the pier again. Lex pockets the keys and steps into Clark's space again. "Part of me would like to take the Maserati to Gotham and annoy Bruce."
Clark chuckles. "He wouldn't appreciate that when he figured it out."
"No. But irritating him is reward enough. Part of me would like to stay on the beach, perhaps walk a bit farther along with you." Clark leans in for a kiss and smiles against his lips. "But I think you should take me home."
"My favorite part about going on a date with you is that I no longer have to let you go at the end of the evening."
Lex tugs him in for another kiss. "You never have to let go of me at all. Hello, Connor," he says before their son can interrupt them again.
There's a weighty pause as Connor audibly closes his mouth on whatever he'd been about to say. He finally settles for a weak, insincere, "I don't get why people are scared of you at all."
Category: Fic
Pairing: Clex, Tim/Kon
Rating: G
Word Count: 1179
Spoilers: None
Bingo: Clex bingo/clexmas
Prompt: Wild (which means I can do whatever I want, right?)
Notes: Pure fluff. Somewhat of a Kon!fic, which leads to references to Tim, Batman, the Titans.Written a while ago, but I kept trying to get it to fit another prompt.
Summary: All is fair in love, war, and parenthood. Lex is just being a good father and keeping an eye out for his son.
Flowers. Chocolates. A romantic dinner. A night at the opera, an evening under the stars. A walk on the beach. Perfect manners and charming conversation. From the beginning of the evening to the end, it's perfect.
Lex rolls his eyes and puts the binoculars down before he can see the couple close the rest of the distance between them.
The night breeze carries the more pleasant aromas of the ocean, salt tang and boardwalk funnel cakes. He's chosen a quiet spot at the rail, away from the lights that would give him away, out of the path of the other people who occasionally stroll past in pairs and groups and, more rarely, singly.
He gives it to a count of twenty before he brings the binoculars back up again, but they're tugged from his hand before he can line them up properly. He purses his lips and lets his arms drop back to his side. "It's not fair, being able to see them without aid."
"I'm not looking," Clark says cheerfully enough, leaning against the rail at the edge of Lex's peripheral vision. Lex turns, putting his back to the beach. "I wouldn't be here at all if you weren't."
"I'm allowed to worry."
There's a flash of brighteness in the dark, Clarks teeth revealed by a grin that he hides quickly. "You told me not to, how is that fair?"
Before Lex can give an answer, they're interrupted by the sudden presence of Connor, who stares at them both in horrified embarrassment. "How is it fair that you're spying on me?" he asks.
Clark opens his mouth to reply, but he's holding the binoculars and looking pretty guilty for being innocent. Lex gives Connor his best commiserating look. "I was hoping to get Clark out of here without drawing your attention."
"Thank you. At least one of you trusts me," Connor says. He takes the binoculars from Clark and hands them to Lex. "Now go home, Dad. And no listening, either."
He's gone, back down the beach to his date's side. Lex ignores the pout Clark levels at him and takes him by the elbow. "Now come along, Clark. No more spying on Connor." Clark sputters in indignation, but gives it up pretty quickly when Lex only smiles, feeling rather smug. "You should be proud, by the way. He's been a perfect gentleman all evening."
It's only because Clark allows himself to be distracted that it works. "Of course he was. It's their first date."
"'First'?" Lex repeats. "You may or may not be aware, but they spend every weekend together and Connor has spent more than one school night away from the farm."
"That was time spent as friends," Clark says. He tugs his arm away from Lex's grasp and wraps it over his shoulders instead, drawing him close to his side. "It's their first night out as something more."
"If that's the case, and we're still expecting Connor to be chaste and honorable, I have another black mark on my own record," Lex says, trying to sound bitter and failing. The night air is warm, but being tucked against Clark is a different kind of warm comfort.
"We were chaste on our first date." Clark slants him a look. "You got me home by curfew and left me on the porch without even a kiss."
"What-" Lex bites back the question, cycling through memories swiftly. "That wasn't a date."
"I'm retroactively declaring it was," Clark argues, voice heavy with good humor. "In fact, I think the second year of our friendship counts as one long courtship."
"And the two years between then and our first kiss?"
"Our first kiss came first. Even if it wasn't as romantic as it could have been."
"No offense, but I'd rather not consider my near-death experience as the beginning of our romance. Any of our near-death experiences." Lex stops walking and Clark stops with him. "There's a reason I waited until a fairly boring Monday to ask you to be my date."
Clark is smiling again, or still. "It was a fairly exciting Monday."
Lex sighs. "It was, afterwards, but up until I'd tendered the invitation, it had been very mundane." That it hadn't stayed that way was not Lex's fault.
"I don't consider any day with you mundane," Clark says, leaning down and sweeping a kiss across Lex's mouth, then withdrawing before Lex can return it.
On the other side of the railing, Connor makes a gagging noise. Lex closes his eyes and fights another smile. "Connor," he says, managing to sound more annoyed than he is (which is at all). "Can we help you?"
"You cannot be sappy ever again," he replies instantly. "Also, can we borrow the car? Apparently, I'm not allowed to visit Gotham without proper transportation any more."
Lex frowns at him. "You're driving the Maserati." As if any of the cars Lex owns could be called improper.
"Yes, I am, stalker-Dad. Thank you for confirming. But You-Know-Who saw me earlier, so if I want to try to slide in under the radar..."
"And you think driving my car into Gotham will somehow let you go unnoticed?"
Connor made a face. "Right. Nevermind." He started to turn away, but Lex leaned over the rail to touch his shoulder. "Yeah?"
"Why are you trying to hide?"
"I was hoping to make out in the car a bit, but that only works if it's not under observation. There are people scarier than Mercy, you know?"
Lex slides a glance at Clark before looking at Connor again. "Making out on the first date?"
"Please. We've been dating for weeks. At least according to the other Titans. I'd be willing to take their word for it. Though I don't think it's fair to call it pining."
"The keys to the Maserati, then," Lex says, offering his in exchange. Connor produces the other keyring quickly.
"Thanks." Connor says. "Now I should be getting my date home."
There's a brief round of goodbyes before Lex and Clark are alone on the pier again. Lex pockets the keys and steps into Clark's space again. "Part of me would like to take the Maserati to Gotham and annoy Bruce."
Clark chuckles. "He wouldn't appreciate that when he figured it out."
"No. But irritating him is reward enough. Part of me would like to stay on the beach, perhaps walk a bit farther along with you." Clark leans in for a kiss and smiles against his lips. "But I think you should take me home."
"My favorite part about going on a date with you is that I no longer have to let you go at the end of the evening."
Lex tugs him in for another kiss. "You never have to let go of me at all. Hello, Connor," he says before their son can interrupt them again.
There's a weighty pause as Connor audibly closes his mouth on whatever he'd been about to say. He finally settles for a weak, insincere, "I don't get why people are scared of you at all."