Only amateur psychology is fun.
I am so charmed by this story, like ridiculously charmed. Clark is just, I just to squeeze him and knock him over the head. And I just had fun reading this, it wasn't ground breaking and didn't need much thinking to understand and enjoy. Because it's simply fun. It gave me a bit of everything and left me wanting more. Really just a fun and charming story, worth a read for a giggle or two and some lines and sections (Clark's confession and his viewing of the gay porn) of pure awesomeness.
The phone on Lex's desk burst to life, and Charity's voice piped out, sounding squeaky and far away, slightly out of breath: "Lex! Your three fifteen is here, and the photo shoot for "Fortune" is in two hours, so get rid of your guest."
Lex's mouth tensed at her tone, and Clark got the distinct impression that the only thing that saved Charity's job at that moment was the fact that Clark was there. Lex had a tendency to repress his more temperamental side around Clark, as if he felt obligated to be a positive role model or something, play mentor and big brother where Clark had no other point of reference. As if Clark would ever need to know how to be polite to people who worked for him, act incredibly smooth, be rich with class, and drink brandy gracefully, anyway.