Clark sat next to him. “My father.”
“Your father? Mr. Honest and Upright?” Lex’s voice dripped with both irony and surprise. “I thought you had the perfect dad.”
“He’s not perfect. He’s good, and I love him, but he’s not perfect.” Clark wondered if Lex knew how closely they were sitting, that if Clark wanted to, he could touch Lex’s shoulder or his cheek or his…
“Compared to mine, he’s damn close. At least your father…” Lex looked at him. Through him. “Why did you tell me, then?”
“My dad. My dad thinks I should hide who I am, and maybe he’s right. Maybe people aren’t ready for me. But. I hate lying. I really hate it. It goes against what my dad taught me, at least most of the time. And.” He moved a bit closer, hoping Lex wouldn’t notice.
“And?” Lex kept looking at him. That look went straight to his groin.
“And I hate lying to you. I see what happens when I do. You know. Your face gets cold and hard, and I think maybe you hate me for it.” Clark stared down at his jeans.
“I don’t. I can’t. I can’t ever hate you. I mean. I can’t. Ever.” He smiled then. “Even when you lie, you’re so…I can’t. I can’t hate you.” And that was Lex’s hand on his shoulder.
“I…I couldn’t stand if you hated me. If we were like our fathers. Enemies. I couldn’t stand it. I want to be your friend. Or. More than your friend.” He leaned closer.
“Clark! Do you know what you’re…do you know?” Lex pulled back.
“I know. I know…I’ve been dreaming. I know. Do you?”
“I’ve been dreaming, too. Usually when I’m awake.”
Their lips met, and for a time there were no fathers and no strange powers and the world was perfect.