Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Category: established relationship, PWP
Archive: list archive
Notes: response to my own drag challenge on CLexslash LOL
Warnings: nope
Disclaimer: um, duh?
Summary: Clark takes Lex out
For all my friends, especially Christine, Star, Tank Girl and Carrie
“No.”
“Please.” “No!” “Please.” “Clark, no!” “Please, Lex,” Clark pouted at his lover. “Clark!” Lex squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt not to give into the puppy dog expression Clark was aiming shamelessly at him. “I cannot go to your school dance with you.” “Why not?” Clark asked plaintively. “Why not?! Clark, if you’ll recall, we’re supposed to be keeping this a secret, or do you want your father to shoot me?” Lex sighed, or all your chances with Lana to be blown, he added silently. Clark stood up and walked behind Lex. Bending over, he wrapped his arms round slender shoulders and nuzzled his lover’s neck gently. “But I want to go to the dance with you, I want to dance with *you*,” Clark whispered. “Clark, it’s impossible.” “It doesn’t have to be,” Clark smiled against his neck and Lex frowned. “What do you mean?” he asked suspiciously. “You don’t have to go as you,” Clark nuzzled him again. Lex blinked and frowned, what? Then he straightened up in his chair, “Wait, you want me to drag up for you?!” “Well…” “Oh no. No, Clark,” Lex shook his head emphatically. Clark slid his hands down his chest, fingernails scraping lightly over silk covered nipples. “Please, Lex?” he whispered, before licking his neck. Lex shuddered and twisted his head round to capture those torturous lips in a kiss. He felt Clark smile against his mouth and he silently cursed his inability to resist his young lover. Pulling away, Lex sighed. “I don’t know, Clark.” “I’ll do that thing you like,” Clark breathed. Lex groaned, there was no way he could say no now and Clark knew it. “Really? I didn’t think you liked it.” “Oh no,” Clark chuckled, “I just like using it against you.” “Damn, Clark, I really am a bad influence on you!” Lex exclaimed. “So you’ll do it?” Clark grinned at him. “Yes, fine, I’ll do it,” Lex shook his head in resignation, wondering why he even tried to resist. “Great,” Clark beamed. He tilted Lex’s head back up and kissed him hard. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet,” Lex sat back with a smirk, already calculating ways he could get some recompense for the easy manipulation, “There are conditions.” “Of course,” Clark sighed knowingly. “Buy me a corsage and the deal’s off,” Lex started. Clark laughed, “Okay, no corsage.” “And I get to dress you,” he continued. “Okay,” Clark replied more hesitantly. “And you have to promise to grant me three wishes during the night,” Lex finished. “What do you mean?” Clark asked warily. “I mean, if I say I wish for something, you *have* to grant it, no questions, anything I want,” Lex smirked. Clark bit his lip and Lex watched him, waiting to see if he’d accept. “Come on, Clark, do you want to go with me or not?” “Okay, I promise, three wishes,” Clark sighed. @>*~ “Are you ready, Clark?” Lex smirked at his lover, who was peering at himself in the mirror. “What the hell am I wearing and why?” Clark sighed. “It’s a traditional, handmade, silk Chinese tunic and pants, and you’re wearing it to complement me,” Lex replied, stepping into the room so his lover could see him. Clark gasped and Lex smiled. He had a wig of real, black hair which framed his face in a short bob. Light make up complemented the lavender colour of his high necked, silk Chinese dress that came with it’s own padding. One pale, stockinged leg was almost completely revealed by a slit up one side that nearly reached his hip. “Oh my God,” Clark gaped. “You approve?” Lex grinned. “Lex, I’m not sure we’re going to make it to the dance,” Clark whispered. Lex smirked at the hungry expression on his lover’s face and the interesting bulge at his crotch. “Control yourself,” he said lightly, “I didn’t get all dressed up to stay at home.” He planned on outshining a certain young Ms Lang. Clark groaned and adjusted himself. With a sigh, he walked over to Lex and offered him his arm. Lex grinned. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered in Clark’s ear as they walked to the limo. Lana was going to be kicking herself. “I’d kiss you, but it’ll ruin my make up.” Clark groaned again, “Don’t tell me I can’t kiss you all night?!” “No, just not yet. I want us to look perfect when we arrive,” Lex said quietly. The perfect couple… if only. “You always look perfect,” Clark smiled. “Why thank you, kind sir,” Lex simpered. “Don’t you dare talk like that tonight!” Clark exclaimed. Lex just laughed and got into the limo. Clark slid in beside him. “So, who am I tonight?” Lex asked. “Pardon?” Clark frowned. “Well, I assume you’re not going to introduce me as Lex,” Lex chuckled and shook his head. Realising Clark seemed a little distracted by his hair, Lex poked him gently. “Clark?” Clark flushed and Lex smiled in amusement. “Uh well, I don’t know,” Clark sighed, “I guess I didn’t think of that.” “I’ll be Alex, how’s that? Lex’s cousin who you are taking out as a favour to your friend,” Lex suggested. “Yeah, cool,” Clark nodded. He slipped an arm round Lex’s waist and pulled him close. “Are you getting fresh with me, young man?” Lex asked, mock-offended. “Lex!” “Alex,” Lex corrected. “Alex,” Clark started again, “Don’t even think I’m going to be able to keep my hands to myself all night.” “I should hope not,” Lex laughed, his plans for the night definitely included Clark *not* keeping his hands to himself, “I don’t get dolled up like this for just anyone.” Clark grinned at him. @>*~ Lex could feel Clark’s nervousness as they walked into the school gymnasium together. It was already full of students and a band was playing. Perfect timing, as always. Lex kept his face serene as he felt more and more pairs of eyes staring at them. They reached the table where Chloe and Pete were sitting with Lana and Whitney; all four staring at them in shock. Lex was particularly gratified by the slightly sick expression on Lana’s face. Chloe just looked intensely curious. Lex nudged Clark gently and his lover flushed again, “Uh, L-, Alex,” he stuttered, “I’d like you to meet Chloe, Pete, Lana and Whitney. Guys, this is Alex.” “Hi,” Chloe smiled up at him and elbowed Pete, who was gaping. Lex smiled back. “Hi, nice to meet you all,” he said in a soft voice. Clark pulled back a chair for him and Lex sat down, smiling up at him. Clark sat down next to him and smiled back. So far, so good. “So, how do you know Clark?” Chloe asked curiously. Pete, Lana and Whitney all sat up a little straighter and stared expectantly. “Well, we met at my cousin’s, and as Lex was busy, Clark very gallantly rescued me,” Lex said quietly. “Lex Luthor?” Lana asked. Lex nodded. “I didn’t know Lex had a cousin,” Lana commented, glaring at Whitney, who was still staring. Lex smirked, “Well, I’ve been abroad until recently, I haven’t seen Lex in years.” “Oh, whereabouts?” Chloe asked. “All over, Europe mainly,” Lex replied smoothly. “Would you like a drink, Alex?” Clark asked him. Lex looked up in time to see Clark glare at Whitney, but that didn’t mean anything, he knew Clark disliked Whitney. “Oh, thank you, darling, that would be lovely,” Lex replied with a pert smile. Clark stood up and bent over, whispering in his ear, “Don’t overdo it.” Lex smirked. “I’ll join you,” Pete said suddenly, “Chloe, can I get you anything?” “Just a drink please,” Chloe replied. Lex felt the fledgling reporter’s gaze fall on him again, more intensely this time. “I hear you’re the school paper’s editor,” Lex asked Chloe, deliberately turning away from Lana. He blanked out Chloe’s enthusiastic reply, and concentrated on being friendly while he snubbed Lana, succeeding in getting outraged glances from her. At last Clark and Pete returned and he smiled up in relief. Clark shifted his chair closer and Lex leaned over. “Lana hates me,” he whispered in Clark’s ear. “Wasn’t that the idea?” Clark whispered back. Lex quirked an eyebrow, Clark could be far too observant sometimes. “Of course,” he replied. Clark chuckled and shook his head. Chloe and Pete exchanged surprised glances. “Have you two met before?” Chloe asked. “We spent a very interesting day together yesterday,” Lex answered with a slight leer, “Got to know each other very well, didn’t we, Clark?” Clark just smiled. “Would you like to dance, Alex?” Clark asked quickly. “I’d love to,” Lex smiled. Clark stood up and held out his hand. Lex took it and let his lover lead him over to the dance floor. Clark pulled him into his arms and they danced together. “Pete thinks you’re hot,” Clark whispered. Lex chuckled, “Don’t you?” Clark pressed a little closer and Lex could feel his erection pressed against his stomach. “You know I do,” Clark replied quietly. “Why, Clark, I hardly know you!” Lex pretended to be shocked. “That’s not what you implied at the table,” Clark smirked. “Just messing with their heads a little,” Lex laughed. “And my reputation,” Clark smiled. Lex snorted. “Damn your breasts are annoying.” “I, pardon?!” Lex gaped at him in shock. “I can’t hold you as close as I’d like,” Clark pouted. “Any closer and we’d be getting more than stares,” Lex raised an eyebrow. “Maybe.” “Definitely,” Lex said, “Girls aren’t supposed to have bulges at their crotch.” Clark laughed, “Sorry.” “No, you’re not,” Lex smirked knowingly. “Nope,” Clark agreed. “Time for wish one, I think,” Lex said with a smile. “Uh oh,” Clark stared at him warily. “I wish for a kiss, that’s all,” Lex grinned. “Thank God,” Clark bent his head. “Uh uh, not yet, I haven’t defined it yet,” Lex stopped him. “Oh?” “I want a real, deep, full, long kiss, that doesn’t stop until a chaperone breaks it up,” Lex whispered in Clark’s ear. “Not so worried about bulges now then?” Clark asked. “I’ll just have to control myself,” Lex laughed. Clark slid a hand up to his neck and tilted his head up, pressing his mouth gently against his. Lex groaned and wrapped his arms round Clark’s neck, leaning up. Soft, full lips moved over his and his lover’s tongue probed gently. His mouth opened and he sucked on Clark’s tongue, flicking it with his own, before moving to taste his lover’s mouth. They stopped moving and only lips and tongues moved in time to the music. Clark sighed into his mouth. All too soon, they were interrupted. “Let’s calm it down, son.” Clark looked up at Principal Kwan and grinned unrepentantly. “Sorry.” Lex smirked and let his lover wipe his mouth gently before he wiped away the traces of lipstick he’d left on Clark’s lips. They walked back to the table hand in hand. Clark flushed lightly and Lex smiled smugly at the shocked looks they were getting. “Got a little carried away, didn’t we?” Lana pouted. Lex smiled sweetly, “Did we?” He opened his purse and took out a mirror and some lipstick. Carefully, he reapplied the soft lavender shade, enjoying the glare he and Whitney were getting from Lana, as the jock stared at him again. Clark wrapped an arm round his shoulders. “Tease,” he whispered. “Yes,” Lex smirked. The conversation died somewhat and the other two couples got up to dance. Clark leaned closer and pressed a kiss under his ear. “Clark, behave.” “Behave?” Clark laughed, “After the display on the dance floor?” “Especially after that,” Lex laughed. “Aw, come on, *Alex*,” Clark trailed a finger up his leg and under his dress. Lex swallowed and caught his hand, “Naughty boy,” he breathed. “And there was I thinking you liked me that way,” Clark grinned. Lex leaned over and dropped a gentle kiss on his young lover’s lips. “True,” he murmured. “Come on, I need some air.” Lex stood abruptly and Clark followed him outside. They found a secluded bench and sat down, Clark pulling Lex into his arms. “Any particular reason you wanted to come out here?” Clark asked hopefully. “Mmm, wish two,” Lex licked his lips, “Time to fulfil your promise.” Clark pulled back with a gasp, “Here? Now?” “No questions, Clark.” “But, Lex…” Lex raised his eyebrows and slowly slid a hand up Clark’s thigh. “Not going to break your promises, are you Clark?” Clark’s breath hitched as Lex cupped his rapidly filling erection. “Lex,” Clark groaned. He dragged Lex into an urgent kiss. Lex pulled away panting and got up, bending over the bench. “Clark,” he whispered, hitching his dress up and over one hip and pulling his panties down. Clark swallowed audibly and dropped off the bench to kneel behind him. Lex sighed as strong hands caressed his ass and then a finger trailed down between the cheeks. Shivering, Lex pushed back. Clark parted his asscheeks gently and Lex gasped at the sudden touch of warm wetness. Groaning, Lex clasped the back of the bench tightly, legs trembling as Clark licked the entrance to his body, gradually pressing deeper. His hips were gripped tightly and he pushed back harder, panting as Clark’s tongue penetrated him deeply, just touching his prostate. His head dropped forward and he shuddered. “Clark, Clark, fuck me now, God please, fuck me,” he gasped. Clark pulled back, “But, Lex, lube?” “Purse,” Lex whispered urgently. “Jesus, Lex,” Clark grabbed Lex’s abandoned purse and pulled out a small tube. He stood up behind Lex and hitched down his pants and boxers, slicking up his cock hurriedly. “Ready?” he whispered. “Fuck, Clark, now!” Lex growled. He sucked in a breath as Clark pushed into him without warning. “Oh yes!” he gasped. Clark pulled back immediately and slammed hard into him again, groaning when Lex thrust back to meet him. Clark moved hard and fast, deeper into his body and Lex moaned. “God, Lex,” Clark groaned. Reaching round he wrapped his hand around Lex’s cock and began to stroke. “Harder, Clark,” Lex panted, “God, yes,” he gasped again as Clark plunged hard inside him, stabbing against his prostate. His body shuddered helplessly as his groin tightened and he jerked with the force of his climax. Clark grunted and pushed into him hard, groaning as he came, Lex feeling warmth spread deep inside him. “Damn, Lex,” Clark gasped, “You’re insane.” “And you’re not?” Lex laughed breathlessly. He sighed as Clark pulled out of him gently. “Tissue?” Clark asked. “Purse,” Lex replied. “You certainly come prepared,” Clark smirked, wiping his lover clean. Lex patted his cheek gently and let him pull up his panties and adjust him, smoothing his dress back over his hips. Clark pulled up his boxers and pants. “We’d better get back inside,” he sighed. “Good idea, you look like a debauched angel,” Lex sniffed in satisfaction. Clark laughed and held out his hand. They walked casually back into the gymnasium and to their table. Clark held out his chair for him again and Lex sat down. Clark bent down and kissed his neck. “Drink?” he murmured. “Mmm, I need it,” Lex replied quietly. Whitney and Pete both got up and followed Clark over to the refreshment table. Lex turned to stare at Clark’s ass before facing the two girls. Chloe looked a little shocked and very slightly amused, but Lana was glaring at him. “Something wrong, Lana?” he asked quietly. “I don’t know what you think you’re playing at, Alex, but don’t you dare do it with Clark,” she hissed. “I think Clark is capable of looking after himself, my dear,” Lex raised an eyebrow. “Clark is far too sweet and naïve to deal with someone like you,” Lana said quietly. Lex stiffened at the implication of his lover’s stupidity and he narrowed his eyes. “I think you should keep your opinions to yourself, Ms Lang, you missed your chance,” Lex spat. “Excuse me,” Lex got up abruptly and stalked over to his lover. “Clark, let’s go.” Clark frowned worriedly, “What’s wrong?” “Not here.” Clark hurried after him, wrapping an arm round him when he caught up. Lex shrugged him off and got into the limo. He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the corner of the seat. Clark reached out and he flinched away. “What’s wrong?” Clark asked gently. Lex clenched his jaw, “I *hate* her.” “Lana?” Lex snorted and nodded, “Prissy, boring, lifeless, annoying, self-important…” “Lex!” Clark exclaimed. “Oh sorry, I forgot, she’s little Miss Perfect,” Lex sneered. “Are you jealous of her?” Clark gaped. Lex sighed and looked away, shrugging. “Lex, why?” Clark sounded confused. “Do you have any idea how long I had to watch you moon over her before you settled for me?” Lex whispered bitterly. “Settle?” Clark gasped, “What the hell made you think I settled? You think you’re second best?” Lex just stared at him. “Jesus, Lex,” Clark sighed, “I can’t believe you think that!” “What am I supposed to think?” Lex snapped, ripping his wig off angrily, followed by his stockings, “Isn’t that what this is all about?!” he cupped his fake breasts. “Lex,” Clark whispered. Lex dashed away sudden tears, “I just wish I knew how you feel, truly feel.” Turning away, Lex dropped his head against the cool window. “I love you.” A whisper so quiet, he barely heard it. “What?” Lex’s breath hitched. Lex looked back over his shoulder at Clark and swallowed against his tears. “Really?” Clark pulled him back round and hugged him tightly, nodding, “Really.” He smiled gently, “I just, well I didn’t say because I was waiting for you to… I didn’t, I wasn’t sure…” “I do, Clark, I love you,” Lex whispered. Clark bent his head and kissed him deeply. “I wish you could stay tonight,” Lex sighed. Clark smiled, “I think I can stretch to four wishes.” “You sure?” Lex smiled. “Yeah,” Clark nodded and kissed him gently. the end