Clark, Cars, Chinchillas, Oh, My!
"At least this time you weren't in it," Clark pointed out consolingly.
"But I really liked that car," Lex whined.
Clark snorted. "While I admit it was nice to see you buy an American-made, if not designed car, it was a dark green Volkswagen bug, one of the new ones. You can find them at almost every car dealership, and they're not that expensive."
Sighing, Lex dropped down on the couch next to his boyfriend. "Yeah, I know, but it was the symbolism of the damn thing."
Clark's brow furrowed. "The symbolism?"
Lex flushed slightly and tugged on his collar uncomfortably. "Uh, you see, Clark…I bought that car the day after we got together."
Clark thought back and realized that he hadn't seen the little Beetle until the day after he'd told Lex of his feelings for him. He thought it was just one of the myriad cars that Lex owned that he hadn't seen up until then, but…
"Well, I admit it's nice to see you so sentimental," Lex snorted, and Clark forged doggedly on ahead, "but why did you buy it to begin with?"
If he'd thought Lex had flushed before, Clark was mistaken. The bald billionaire was now proving that, despite the fact he didn't have his hair any longer, he was a redhead, and blushed like one – all over.
After waiting for Lex to cool down, Clark repeated his question. "Why did you buy it, Lex? It's not really your usual style."
Clearing his throat uncomfortably, Lex replied, "Well…you're right in that it's not my usual style. I've been thinking for a while that I needed a car that no one would think was mine. And besides…the color reminded me of your eyes." His cheeks pinked with that admission.
Clark didn't know whether to laugh or kiss Lex senseless for being so uncharacteristically sweet. He decided the latter course of action would be more appropriate – and fun – but first…
"That's a very sweet thing to do, Lex – and believe me, I'm going to thank you appropriately later – but one last thing first?" Clark asked as he sensually caressed his boyfriend's head.
Lex nodded dazedly. "Sure, Clark. What is it?"
"Now, I'm assuming the fire-breathing, six-foot tall part happened after it showed up here, but what, exactly, was a chinchilla doing in Smallville in the first place?"