sinderella81: (Alien Evolution)
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Title: Alien Evolution
Author:

[profile] cinderella81
Pairing: Clex
Rating: um ... start off G ... ends up R?
Disclaimer: Not mine ... I don't own them.
Summary: Lex helps Clark evolve
Warnings: If you don't like crossdressing, then skip on past this story

 

Previous Parts here

School passed slowly for Clark the next day. His hair was curly again; Clark didn’t want to take the time that morning to straighten it. The eyeliner, however, was firmly in place. Clark was now used to people watching him as he walked down the hallways. His flannel was slowly disappearing. Clark was just wearing it around the farm now, and had replaced the flannel at school with jackets. Football players and cheerleaders watched as Clark made his way across the football field. He had his interview with Coach Teague, and wanted to get the interview over fast so that he could see Lex before his dinner with his parents.

 
“Mr. Kent, nice to see you here on time; I hear you have a tendency to be tardy. Please, follow me.” Clark followed Coach Teague back across the field and into the office at the back of the locker room. Coach Teague sat behind the desk, and put one leg up.
 
“So, Coach Teague, did you play football in college?”
 
Teague licked his lips. “Yes, I did.” Clark looked back down to his notepad.
 
“Um, what position did you play?” A slow blush was building, starting from Clark’s neck. 
 
Teague leaned back, and ran a couple of fingers across the bit of collarbone peeking out from his Crows T-shirt. “I liked to play all the positions,” Teague said slowly. 
 
“What do you hope to bring to the team?” Clark’s blush was steadily increasing.
 
“Stamina and enthusiasm,” Teague replied slowly, his tongue reaching out to brush his top lip.
 
“Okay. What do you expect from your players?” Clark said, eyes firmly planted on his notepad.
 
“I expect my players to bring everything they have to the field; total dedication, long, hard practices – “
 
Clark quickly stood up. “Okay, I think that’s all I need.”
 
Coach Teague stood up, and walked over to Clark, who quickly backed up so he was against the office door. “Are you sure you have everything you want?” Clark reached his hand back, grabbed the door handle, and wrenched the door open. “Yeah, I got it,” Clark replied, and practically ran for the safety of the Torch office.
 
Clark barged through the door to the Torch, and came face to face with Chloe and Lex.
 
“Lex, what are you doing here?” Clark asked, surprised. 
 
“I was just discussing contributing some new equipment to the Torch with Miss Sullivan,” Lex said, with a slow smile.
 
“Stop with the ‘Miss Sullivan’ crap, Lex. I’ll leave you too alone,” Chloe said with a large smile, and headed for the door.
 
“Wait, before you go. Here’s the rest of the interview with Coach Teague. If there’s anything missing, can you ask him?”
 
“Sure Clark; what happened?” Chloe asked, suspicious. 
 
“Nothing; I just think it might be better if you finished it.”
 
“Clark, tell us what happened,” Lex said, placing a hand on Clark’s arm. 
 
“Um, I think Coach Teague was hitting on me,” Clark said quietly. He slowly recounted the events from the Teague’s office. He watched as Lex’s face darkened in anger, and Chloe fought to keep the laughter down. Finally, Chloe couldn’t hold back any longer, and burst out laughing.
 
“Chloe, I fail to see what is so amusing,” Lex said darkly.   
 
“Don’t even try to tell me you’re at all surprised by this,” Chloe said, gasping for breath and holding her side. 
 
“What do you mean? You’re not surprised?” Clark asked.
 
“Of course not; why should I be? You have taken to walking around this school like sex on a stick. Football players and cheerleaders alike are ogling you and talking to you. That is something that has never happened before. You should start getting used to it. Because if you keep walking around like this, you are going to be getting a lot more attention, and probably more people hitting on you,” Chloe said with a small grin. Chloe saw the looks passing between Clark and Lex. “And on that note, I bid you adieu. I’ll see you tomorrow Clark. Lex, thanks for the contribution. I’ll hold you to it.” Chloe left the Torch, leaving Clark and Lex alone. 
 
Lex pushed Clark against the computer and attacked.   “Mine,” Lex growled, and moaned when Clark wholeheartedly kissed back. Hands went everywhere. Clark’s hands went behind him, and fumbled on the keyboard. Lex’s lips moved down to Clark’s collarbone, sucking. “Yours,” Clark moaned. 
 
                                                *           *           *          
 
Moments later, a blushing Clark and a smirking Lex exited the Torch office, kissed briefly, and headed in opposite directions. Clark made his way towards home, for dinner with his parents. Lex, on the other hand, made his way towards the locker room, to have a word with Coach Teague.
 
Lex silently entered the coach offices. Jason Teague was sitting behind his desk, legs up, eyes closed. Lex cleared his throat delicately.
 
“Mr. Luthor,” Jason said, surprised. “What can I do for you?”
 
Lex leaned against the doorjamb, and crossed his arms across his chest. “Clark told me what happened here today. He is too good a person to say anything. I however am not.”
 
“Mr. Luthor, I have no idea what you are talking about.” Jason said, standing up and moving towards the door.
 
“I believe you do. And, unless you want your little relationship with Ms. Lang to become public knowledge, you’ll keep your distance from Clark.”
 
Jason watched the muscles in Lex’s jaw twitch. He knew when he was beat. He didn’t want to get fired. He nodded his head silently. Lex unclenched his jaw, nodded back, and left the room. He never saw Jason collapse back on the chair in relief.
 
As Lex made his way back to his car, he made a call on his cell phone.  “Mercy, Jason Teague. Keep an eye on him.” Lex hung up the phone, and strode back to the car, and made his way home to work on some files for LexCorp.    
 
                                                *           *           *          
 
Clark sat nervously at the dinner table, with his parents sitting on either side of him. They had been sitting in silence since his mom had placed the food on the table. Now they were eating in silence.
 
“So, how has school been”? Martha asked.
 
“Fine; listen, if there is something you need to ask me, just do it,” Clark said.
 
“It’s nothing really. We’re just a little worried,” Jonathan started.
 
“Clark, you just haven’t seemed yourself recently,” Martha said.
 
“I don’t know who myself really is. I know you’ve seen the eyeliner and the straight hair. Is it that big of a deal? I mean, I’m not doing drugs, I’m not drinking; I’m just trying to find out who I really am.”
 
“And you think wearing eyeliner and straightening your hair is going to help?” Jonathan asked, frustrated. He didn’t understand. 
 
“If that’s what it takes, then yes. The further I have got into this, the more comfortable I am. Yes, I know that some people aren’t going to accept it. But, Lex does, Chloe does, and someday I hope you will too,” Clark said softly.
 
“Clark, we will always love you, no matter what,” Martha said, “even if you end up dressing completely as a woman.” Clark saw Jonathan grimace a bit, but nodded his agreement.
 
“You’re our son Clark, and we love you,” Jonathan said with a small smile.
 
“Thank you for understanding. I don’t really know where things are going with this. But I hope that you will be with me every step of the way, encouraging and supporting me.” Jonathan and Martha stood up, and immediately embraced him in a loving hug. “All right, all this mushy stuff has been great, but I have some homework to finish. I’ll be in the loft if you need me.” Jonathan and Martha nodded and Clark headed toward the loft. 
 
“Is his life ever going to be normal?” Jonathan asked, sitting at the table sipping coffee. 
 
“He was never normal, Jonathan. And how do we know this isn’t normal for Krypton?” Martha asked. “We know nothing about his race. We just have to believe that he will find his way, whatever path it takes him on. If it leads him to more than just eyeliner, then we will be supportive, do you understand?” Martha fixed Jonathan with one of her looks. 
 
“I place my support in him, Martha. I will love him, no matter what.” Jonathan reached over, and grasped Martha’s hand in his. They sat there, holding hands across the kitchen table, just listening to the silence. 
 
                                                *           *           *          
 
Days and weeks passed uneventfully. Jonathan and Martha stopped giving Clark worried looks every time he exited the house with the eyeliner, dark gloss, and straight hair. The work load had slowed since winter was upon them, and Clark spent more time at Lex’s; relaxing in front of a roaring fire, sipping hot chocolate. Christmas was fast approaching. Clark and Lex had both become secretive about what they were getting each other. They wanted to surprise each other. 
 
Jonathan had taken encouraging and understanding to a new level. It was Lex and Clark’s first Christmas together, and Jonathan invited Lex to have Christmas Eve dinner with them, and he agreed to let Clark spend Christmas Day at the mansion, after Christmas Breakfast.
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