Halrloprillalar   hal@prillalar.com   http://prillalar.com/

March 10, 2002

RATING: R for M/M sexual situations.

FANDOM/SPOILERS: Smallville. S1.

SUMMARY: Jonathan/Lex. Cornfield.

DISTRIBUTION: Archive anywhere. Email forwarding allowed.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine.

NOTES: This came out of "Cool" but I totally screwed up the time of
year. So I cleverly added a line to fix that and make it a
follow-up about ten months later.


DIRT
by Halrloprillalar - hal@prillalar.com

Jonathan walked through the corn field. The day was warm and he'd
rolled up his shirtsleeves. He checked an ear now and then and kept
a look out for rocks working their way up through the soil, but
mostly he enjoyed the sun on his face and the land beneath his
feet.

Reaching down, he picked up a handful of earth, moist from
yesterday's rain. He rubbed it between his fingers, then lifted his
hand and smelled it, the musty richness. Looking around quickly, he
touched it with his tongue.

His father always claimed he could tell the nitrate levels of the
soil just by tasting it. To Jonathan, it was just dirt in his
mouth. Every once in a while, though, he would try it, just
because.

He let the earth trickle through his fingers and dusted it off his
palms. The sky was blue. The corn was growing. He'd had tomato soup
and roast beef sandwiches for lunch.

It was a lovely afternoon.

Jonathan turned down the next row and there he was:  Lex Luthor,
dressed all in black.

Five seconds went by while Jonathan just stared. Lex smiled in an
almost friendly way and held out his hand. "Good afternoon, Mr
Kent."

Jonathan ignored the hand. "You've been trying to get my farm all
year. Did you come out here to work on me some more?"

"No, I--"

Jonathan cut him off. "I don't want any help, especially not the
kind you're offering." The muscles in his arms and thighs were
tensing. He was poised, standing on the balls of his feet.

"You mean fair and reasonable?" Lex clasped his hands in front of
him. Despite the sun, he wore a leather jacket.

"I mean with strings attached."

"There are no strings. Everything was specified quite clearly in
the agreement."

Jonathan felt his mouth twitch into a sneer and it made him angry.
Seeing Lex so cool made him angry. Feeling angry made him angrier.
"That's what you do, isn't it? Sit behind your desk and pull
strings."

"Not exactly." Lex looked at the corn growing around him. "Though I
can't claim my profession is as...noble as yours."

"And that's why you want to help me?" Jonathan's hands were not
clenching into fists. But the hair was rising on the back of his
neck and he couldn't stop it.

"Maybe." Lex smiled again. "And because of Clark."

Because of Clark. Jonathan looked at Lex and thought how smooth he
was, in voice and body. Not soft, but smooth. A man shouldn't be
smooth. A man should have rough edges, a little stubble on his
face, a little dirt under his fingernails.

Because of Clark. And the light came on and Jonathan knew. "Stay
the hell away from Clark."

"Excuse me?" Lex raised his eyebrows.

"You heard me. I know what you want." Jonathan swallowed, tried to
stay calm. "I know what you want from Clark."

"I don't know what you think, Mr Kent, but--"

"I don't think, I know." There was no way to stay calm. "And I'm
telling you to stay away."

"I really think that's Clark's decision, not yours."

Jonathan felt his centre of gravity shifting, knew he was moving
forward. Lex must have known it too, but he didn't dodge, just
grabbed Jonathan's arms as they fell.

Jonathan expected a struggle, but there was none and he felt
cheated. But he went on as if there were, grabbing Lex's wrists and
holding them above his head. "Don't try to deny it, you son of a
bitch."

Only now, with Jonathan's weight pinning him to the ground, did Lex
show any emotion. "Nothing's ever going to be good enough for you,
is it?" His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. "You'll never
change your mind about anything. You think I'm dirt."

"No," Jonathan said. And he took a handful of the damp soil and
smeared it across Lex's face. "I like dirt."

Lex turned his head and spat, trying to blow the earth off of his
lips. He didn't speak and that was just too much. Jonathan started
to grind into Lex, driving him into the ground, trying to get him
as dirty as he could.

"I know what you want. Say it."

No answer, just Lex looking away, his muddy cheek in Jonathan's
face.

"Say it." Thrusting his hips. "Say you want it." Pulling Lex to
face him. "Say it!" Straining his body against Lex. "SAY IT!"

Lex was struggling now, but Jonathan was a big man. Jonathan pushed
his mouth to Lex's in something that wasn't a kiss and wasn't a
bite, but more like he was trying to suck Lex's life away. Lex
twisted, but not far enough. Jonathan had his hands on Lex's
shoulders and the soft leather gave beneath his fingers.

When he pulled his face away, Jonathan had grit between his teeth
and he was hard. The black truth was that he was the one who wanted
it. He wanted it and he was going to have it, right there under the
open sky, and Lex was going to enjoy it.

A crow flew over, calling. Another answered, then more and more.
Jonathan could hear their wings beating, knew the stalks were
swaying as they landed. He couldn't let them.

He tightened his hands once, then got up, watched Lex stand and
brush himself off. Lex's face was still streaked with mud. He
didn't take his eyes off Jonathan.

Jonathan thought about what he'd been risking and it should have
chilled him, but it didn't. "You want it, you come to me," he said.
"Stay away from my son."

And he left Lex there and went to get his rifle to drive the crows
out of the corn.

F I N I S

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