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Clark just waits in the car, letting him have his space, listening but pretending like he isn't.

"Fuck's sake Tony, keep it together," he mutters to himself, blissfully unaware that Clark can probably hear every word "you're acting like - ha - like the desperate fucking virgin I am, yea that's about right. Jesus. Okay, car."

He pours the two bottles of fuel into the tank, chucked the empty backpack back into the car and leaned in
"So, who's driving again?"

"The wheel is yours if you want it," he offers, gesturing to the driver's side and moving to get up.

"But I guarantee that my reflexes are faster than yours in case of an emergency."

He was right, of course he was, but Tony really wanted to be the one to see what his fuel could do.

"I'll do it," he decided, crossing over to the driver's side and climbing in "you ready?"

He nods, content with that, as he stands up and slides past Tony to leave him the driver's seat. Then he's slipping around to hop into the passenger side.

No fuss. No fight. But he's watching you, Tony.

"Very ready."

"Okay, let's do this." almost holding his breath, Tony revved the engine. The answering purr was initially promising, exactly what he wanted to hear. He pressed his foot down on the pedal slowly and the car leapt forward, accelerating rapidly.

The first indication that something was wrong was the faintest whine that started under the noise of the engine, but Tony was enjoying himself too much to notice.

Clark can hear it, hear the whine, and he leans back in his seat, preparing. He has a feeling the evening is going to be interesting and he's not opposed to dealing with the car exploding. It just means it'll be exceptionally interesting.

As the noise rose, Tony finally noticed it and his expression creased into a frown, he lifted his foot off the pedal a little and glanced sideways at Clark.

"Does that sound-" he started saying, but he was interrupted by the engine exploding.

A number of things happen and they happen all at once. Or they happen all at once for Tony, anyway. For Clark, they just happen one after another, his hands and body moving faster than Tony can even sense as he unhooks both of their seatbelts, opens his door, and pulls Tony free of the car, rolling around to fly them safe and cover the other boy with his own body. He can feel the explosion, the heat wash over him, destroying his clothes and if they hadn't, then the debris that patters against his back as he huddles over Tony in the desert would have ripped it to shreds.

He waits until the worst of it is done before he lets go, tilts back, and starts whooping loudly.

"That was awesome!"

In the sudden rush of activity, Tony wondered if this was his life flashing before his eyes, going at such a speed it was just a blur, only the heat and pain that he was expecting never happens and in only a few minutes it's over and he's by the side of the road with Clark, clothing practically falling off him, above him and it's all a little overwhelming.

"What...what just happened?" he asked, dazed.

Clark looks down at Tony, head tilted, and there's grit and dust on him, but not a scratch to be found. He's neither burned nor are there any limbs missing, any gaping wounds... nope, he's fine.

"Car exploded," Clark says matter-of-factly.

"If I had to tell from the smell, you may need to use an injection system for one of the chemicals."

"Oh...is...did it..." Tony rambled slightly. He blinked at Clark for a moment and then nodded "An injection system, obviously, it was too much at once, it needs to..." he reached for a pencil and then realised he didn't have one, of course he didn't, because he was lying on the ground after being pulled from an exploding car.

"...you saved me..."

Clark looked down at him like he was confused.

"Well, yeah. Of course I did."

He grinned again.

"What the hell else would I do on a Saturday night without you?"

"Can't have you getting bored now.." he joked weakly, he was pretty sure he was probably in shock. It was that moment that his brain chose to process the fact that Clark was half-naked above him and well, wow, that and the adrenaline from the explosion kind of got his pulse racing.

Almost like he could hear that uptick, Clark grinned brightly before leaning down to press a kiss to Tony's forehead.

"Now you're talking. Glad you've got your priorities in order."

Tony blinked at the kiss, it was just so confusingly affectionate.

"I always have my priorities in order. What do we do now?" he meant how did they get home, but as soon as he said it he wondered if he should have phrased it differently.

He looked out into the vast expanse of the desert.

"Well, I figured we'd go home, unless you had some better idea."

"Maybe I'll just... lie here for a bit..." he was still feeling pretty dazed, but he was joking. Mostly.

"How do we even get home?"

"I'll take you home," he says with a snort and a shake of his head. "Really, Tony. You worry too much."

"Hey, might I remind you that we just nearly blew up? I don't think I'm worrying too much!" he pointed out

He gave a bark of a laugh and reached over to clear aside some of the debris. Once it was clear, he let himself flop on the ground beside Tony.

"Oh, come on. You didn't nearly blow up. The car blew up. You don't have a scratch on you."

"I was very, very close to blowing up, if you hadn't been here, I would have been a goner. Only if you hadn't been here neither would I so really you endangered my life before saving it. You owe me compensation." he says in a faux-serious tone.

He tilted his head and gave Tony a very skeptical look.

"You wanted to see if it would work as much as I did, once I gave you all the opportunity. And if you'd tested it by yourself, you would have been shit out of luck."

He nudged him with a grin.

"So right back at you."

"Oh I see, so really you saved my life because you want a reward?" Tony asked, pretending offense. He sighed dramatically, twisting onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow.

"Alright then, what do you want?"

He can't help looking over at Tony with a smirk.

"Got what I want."

He let his head drop back.

"Lemme know when you're ready to kick this Popsicle stand."

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