clark's schedule ficlet
29/4/03 03:16I promised
dammitcarl I would try writing for her today. And I did! Go me!
Random and somewhat tangential indie!clark it is. But there's, like, making out. And college stuff. Yes.
Clark had left his schedule notes on the counter. Lex found them when he went to the fridge for a bottle of water.
He picked up the scrap of paper and carried it with him back into the living room, where Clark sat cross-legged on the floor, back against the couch, watching Jeopardy. Lex slipped onto the cushion behind him, and Clark leaned his head back against Lex's thigh.
"Who is Xerxes," Lex said, in response to the answer on the TV, and Clark looked up at him.
"I knew that one."
Lex smiled and made a noncommittal noise. When the show went to commercial, Clark scooted up to lie on the couch, laying his head in Lex's lap.
"Are these your classes for next semester?" Lex said, gesturing with the sheet of paper.
Clark glanced at it. "Uh, yeah. If I get all the classes I want, at least."
"'Mass Media and Society, Astonomy, Anthropology, Ethics, Spanish,'" Lex read. "That's what you're taking?"
Clark twisted into a more comfortable position to gaze up at Lex, and looked at him for a long second. "Yeah?"
"Kind of fluffy, don't you think?" Lex said. "Where are your core math and sciences?"
Clark rolled his eyes. It was less effective behind the thick glasses, Lex thought.
"Astonomy is a science," Clark said. He ignored Lex's snort. "Foreign language is required, and Astrid said she'd help me out with Spanish, because she spent a year in high school in Spain. And Ethan and I are trying to get Mass Media and Society out of the way this year, because it's supposed to be a killer."
"You could have the rest of the classes be useful. Calculus, Chemistry."
Clark frowned. "Lex, I'm not interested in, like... these abstract mathematical truths. That stuff doesn't matter."
"Oh?" Lex said, because he always *had* been interested in truth.
"I'm interested in *people*. In the stuff they do and what they think and just ... people. That's what's important to me. Okay?"
"I wasn't trying to tell you what you should be taking, Clark--"
"Yes, you were," Clark interrupted, grinning.
Lex shrugged. "I just thought it was something to consider." He paused. "But you really don't want to take Anthropology with Lowenstein, anyway. He was a complete bastard when I went to Met, and I'm sure he's only gotten worse with age."
"Fine," said Clark. "Anything else you want to advise me on while you're at it?"
Lex bit his lip in thought for a moment, and then said, "Just how set are you on being a journalism major?"
Clark sat up with an easy movement, slipped off his glasses and kissed Lex -- whether in simple affection or more to shut him up, Lex was uncertain. He nudged Lex easily, till Lex moved to lay down and let Clark stretch above him on the couch.
Clark looked different these days, all glasses and shaggy hair and wardrobe designed to accentuate his lean frame. But he still kissed the same as the mysterious, serious kid from Smallville, Lex thought. He spread his hands wide against Clark's back beneath his threadbare thrift store t-shirt.
"You wanna have sex now?" Clark said, voice low, as his cock pressed against Lex's leg.
Lex opened his mouth to answer, and the tv said loudly,"What is Dar es Salaam?"
"Yeah. But let's take it to the bed."
Clark nodded seriously, and Lex followed him into the bedroom, leaving the notes and the water behind.
Random and somewhat tangential indie!clark it is. But there's, like, making out. And college stuff. Yes.
Clark had left his schedule notes on the counter. Lex found them when he went to the fridge for a bottle of water.
He picked up the scrap of paper and carried it with him back into the living room, where Clark sat cross-legged on the floor, back against the couch, watching Jeopardy. Lex slipped onto the cushion behind him, and Clark leaned his head back against Lex's thigh.
"Who is Xerxes," Lex said, in response to the answer on the TV, and Clark looked up at him.
"I knew that one."
Lex smiled and made a noncommittal noise. When the show went to commercial, Clark scooted up to lie on the couch, laying his head in Lex's lap.
"Are these your classes for next semester?" Lex said, gesturing with the sheet of paper.
Clark glanced at it. "Uh, yeah. If I get all the classes I want, at least."
"'Mass Media and Society, Astonomy, Anthropology, Ethics, Spanish,'" Lex read. "That's what you're taking?"
Clark twisted into a more comfortable position to gaze up at Lex, and looked at him for a long second. "Yeah?"
"Kind of fluffy, don't you think?" Lex said. "Where are your core math and sciences?"
Clark rolled his eyes. It was less effective behind the thick glasses, Lex thought.
"Astonomy is a science," Clark said. He ignored Lex's snort. "Foreign language is required, and Astrid said she'd help me out with Spanish, because she spent a year in high school in Spain. And Ethan and I are trying to get Mass Media and Society out of the way this year, because it's supposed to be a killer."
"You could have the rest of the classes be useful. Calculus, Chemistry."
Clark frowned. "Lex, I'm not interested in, like... these abstract mathematical truths. That stuff doesn't matter."
"Oh?" Lex said, because he always *had* been interested in truth.
"I'm interested in *people*. In the stuff they do and what they think and just ... people. That's what's important to me. Okay?"
"I wasn't trying to tell you what you should be taking, Clark--"
"Yes, you were," Clark interrupted, grinning.
Lex shrugged. "I just thought it was something to consider." He paused. "But you really don't want to take Anthropology with Lowenstein, anyway. He was a complete bastard when I went to Met, and I'm sure he's only gotten worse with age."
"Fine," said Clark. "Anything else you want to advise me on while you're at it?"
Lex bit his lip in thought for a moment, and then said, "Just how set are you on being a journalism major?"
Clark sat up with an easy movement, slipped off his glasses and kissed Lex -- whether in simple affection or more to shut him up, Lex was uncertain. He nudged Lex easily, till Lex moved to lay down and let Clark stretch above him on the couch.
Clark looked different these days, all glasses and shaggy hair and wardrobe designed to accentuate his lean frame. But he still kissed the same as the mysterious, serious kid from Smallville, Lex thought. He spread his hands wide against Clark's back beneath his threadbare thrift store t-shirt.
"You wanna have sex now?" Clark said, voice low, as his cock pressed against Lex's leg.
Lex opened his mouth to answer, and the tv said loudly,"What is Dar es Salaam?"
"Yeah. But let's take it to the bed."
Clark nodded seriously, and Lex followed him into the bedroom, leaving the notes and the water behind.
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29/4/03 05:42 (UTC)(But chemistry is not abstract at ALL, she moans. *twitch twitch*)
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29/4/03 15:23 (UTC)Maybe's that's just me, though.
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29/4/03 18:27 (UTC)But whatever. You are the CLex writer here.
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29/4/03 18:58 (UTC)(no subject)
29/4/03 19:26 (UTC)I suppose what I meant is that chemistry is neither purely theoretical nor lacking in practical application nor does it not add to understanding of life. But I guess unless you get into brain chemistry and such, it doesn't give you much insights into the why, just the how, and even then, not so much. And I'm guessing Clark is interested in the why of how people work, not so much the how. Or something.
Am I way off here?
I suppose I'm rather oversensitive about the use of the term 'abstract' when applied to decidedly non-abstract things. I now suspend the science geek in me and say that the litgeek liked the fic very much.
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29/4/03 09:10 (UTC)I love these little snapshots of Indie!Clark that you and
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29/4/03 15:25 (UTC)(no subject)
29/4/03 18:39 (UTC)I love them so much.
Thank you for this and thanks to Jess for the Indie!Clark universe.
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29/4/03 18:59 (UTC)