Home II: Somebody Save Me (SV)
Y'all have no one to blame for this but yourselves. ::grin::
Clark came in and collapsed on the sofa, his head resting gently in Lex's lap. "I need love," he whined.
"Aw, did you have a bad day?" Lex crooned.
"The people I work with are very weird," Clark said as he relaxed under Lex's massaging fingers.
"Well, yes," Lex began, then decided to change his approach. "Weird how?"
"Okay, first there was Lois. She came in looking like she hadn't slept all night. So I get her a coffee, even offer to cover for her while she went out for a smoke. Instead of being grateful, she just stares at me and says, 'It was you!' 'Me what?' I asked, but she just growled and said she was going home to wash her hair. Then she muttered something about 'all the good ones' and flounced out."
"'Flounced'?" Lex said with something that certainly wasn't a giggle.
"Flounced. So everything was going good and I got a call from the League. Nothing too difficult--just an evacuation before a tidal wave. Anyway, Diana--oops!"
"I know who Wonder Woman is, Clark."
"You do?"
"After finding out about you last night, I did some digging today. Wanted to know if I was attempting to kill any other friends of mine."
"Were you?"
Lex nodded. "All the cash and talent that could have been put to good use, except for a lack of communication. Tis a veritable shame, Clark."
Clark snorted. Lex was such a drama queen. Speaking of queens, well, rather princesses... "I ran into Diana first. She was all, 'You look well rested, Kal-El.' And I told her that I'd had a good night. She then swooped off without so much of a 'see ya' later.' Next I ran into Bruce--"
"The Batman," Lex said with a sneer. "You know, if you weren't into the whole flying thing, I could design you a much better car than his--wouldn't make you look like you were overcompensating or anything. Not that you need to compensate."
Clark blushed. "So, he looks me up and down and says, 'Superman,' in that low growl of his."
"Low, sexy growl?"
Clark's fingers sneaked through a gap between the two middle buttons of Lex's button-down and gave the area beneath a pinch/rub/caress. "No competition, Lex. I reply, 'Hi, Batman' and give him a wave. Next thing I know, I'm seeing the tail end of the BatPlane. Just plain rude."
"Bruce has issues."
"I know, but-- Later, I run into both Bruce and Diana, and they look like they're ready to get into it."
"Jump each other? Her attire does resemble that of a dominatrix I know. And she has that golden whip."
"It's a lasso, Lex. It compels people to-- Oh, I guess it could be used--Damn it, Lex, now the next time I see her, I'm going to get all red in the face."
Lex laughed. "So Bruce and Diana were about to get it on and..."
"It wasn't like that. It was more like they were ready to fight each other. I tried to be friendly and referee, but they both turned on me, so I got the heck out of Dodge. As I said--weird.
"Oh, and when I got back to the office, I saw where Lana had called."
"Smallville Lana?"
Clark nodded. "I haven't heard from her since she and Pete got married." The fingers in his hair stopped moving. "Lex?"
"Does she know about Superman?"
"That he's me? Yeah. I didn't tell her, though. There's this long story about a tattoo--"
"That I don't want to hear."
"That you don't want to hear," Clark agreed. He eyed the gap in Lex's shirt and sat up. Motioning for Lex not to move, he straddled him and began unbuttoning. It was awkward opening a shirt that wasn't his, sort of like looking into a mirror.
"Clark?"
"Hmm?" he asked, concentrating on the buttons. He knew he could rip them off and that Lex had enough money to buy several shirt factories, but it was the principle of the thing.
"You're a dimwit."
"I am?"
"Yes." Lex pulled him forward and gave him a deep kiss. "But you're my dimwit. That's understood by both of us, yes?"
"Of course." Clark's eyes lit up when he opened his prize and marveled at the rippled chest and rosy nipples.
"Then just ignore the weirdoes of the world, Clark. They'll sort themselves out eventually."
There was a gleam in his eye that made Clark shiver. Badass Lex had always affected him like that. Why hadn't he figured it out before the potion? "Okay. They don't matter anyway, not when I can come home to you."
"Do you want to come home to me?"
"You know I do, Lex. Didn't we discuss last night that--" He stopped, catching something in Lex's expression. With a sharp turn of his head, he sent his vision through the walls and into Lex's bedroom. His clothes were in the closet and His and His towels were in the bathroom. He figured the blue set of His were his. "You work fast."
"It's not easy keeping up with a superhero."
Clark smiled and dipped his head, swiping a tongue across a suddenly much rosier nipple. Then he looked into Lex's eyes and said solemnly, "You're my superhero, Lex, saving me from all the weirdoes and such." Even the dimmest had a little bit of light.
"I'll always save you, Clark," Lex promised.
"I'm counting on it," Clark said, ending conversation for a long time to come.
The End
You know, I think I finally figured out why I like LJs. I can post little stuff like this--fun stuff--without all the "author angsting" I do with my longer, more "professional" works. Not that I have anything against proper grammar, punctuation, etc. But it's soothing and carthartic to just be able to post for a change. Nice way of getting through writer's block. I'm going to have to try to do this again sometime. That's a warning, by the way. ::evil grin::
Clark came in and collapsed on the sofa, his head resting gently in Lex's lap. "I need love," he whined.
"Aw, did you have a bad day?" Lex crooned.
"The people I work with are very weird," Clark said as he relaxed under Lex's massaging fingers.
"Well, yes," Lex began, then decided to change his approach. "Weird how?"
"Okay, first there was Lois. She came in looking like she hadn't slept all night. So I get her a coffee, even offer to cover for her while she went out for a smoke. Instead of being grateful, she just stares at me and says, 'It was you!' 'Me what?' I asked, but she just growled and said she was going home to wash her hair. Then she muttered something about 'all the good ones' and flounced out."
"'Flounced'?" Lex said with something that certainly wasn't a giggle.
"Flounced. So everything was going good and I got a call from the League. Nothing too difficult--just an evacuation before a tidal wave. Anyway, Diana--oops!"
"I know who Wonder Woman is, Clark."
"You do?"
"After finding out about you last night, I did some digging today. Wanted to know if I was attempting to kill any other friends of mine."
"Were you?"
Lex nodded. "All the cash and talent that could have been put to good use, except for a lack of communication. Tis a veritable shame, Clark."
Clark snorted. Lex was such a drama queen. Speaking of queens, well, rather princesses... "I ran into Diana first. She was all, 'You look well rested, Kal-El.' And I told her that I'd had a good night. She then swooped off without so much of a 'see ya' later.' Next I ran into Bruce--"
"The Batman," Lex said with a sneer. "You know, if you weren't into the whole flying thing, I could design you a much better car than his--wouldn't make you look like you were overcompensating or anything. Not that you need to compensate."
Clark blushed. "So, he looks me up and down and says, 'Superman,' in that low growl of his."
"Low, sexy growl?"
Clark's fingers sneaked through a gap between the two middle buttons of Lex's button-down and gave the area beneath a pinch/rub/caress. "No competition, Lex. I reply, 'Hi, Batman' and give him a wave. Next thing I know, I'm seeing the tail end of the BatPlane. Just plain rude."
"Bruce has issues."
"I know, but-- Later, I run into both Bruce and Diana, and they look like they're ready to get into it."
"Jump each other? Her attire does resemble that of a dominatrix I know. And she has that golden whip."
"It's a lasso, Lex. It compels people to-- Oh, I guess it could be used--Damn it, Lex, now the next time I see her, I'm going to get all red in the face."
Lex laughed. "So Bruce and Diana were about to get it on and..."
"It wasn't like that. It was more like they were ready to fight each other. I tried to be friendly and referee, but they both turned on me, so I got the heck out of Dodge. As I said--weird.
"Oh, and when I got back to the office, I saw where Lana had called."
"Smallville Lana?"
Clark nodded. "I haven't heard from her since she and Pete got married." The fingers in his hair stopped moving. "Lex?"
"Does she know about Superman?"
"That he's me? Yeah. I didn't tell her, though. There's this long story about a tattoo--"
"That I don't want to hear."
"That you don't want to hear," Clark agreed. He eyed the gap in Lex's shirt and sat up. Motioning for Lex not to move, he straddled him and began unbuttoning. It was awkward opening a shirt that wasn't his, sort of like looking into a mirror.
"Clark?"
"Hmm?" he asked, concentrating on the buttons. He knew he could rip them off and that Lex had enough money to buy several shirt factories, but it was the principle of the thing.
"You're a dimwit."
"I am?"
"Yes." Lex pulled him forward and gave him a deep kiss. "But you're my dimwit. That's understood by both of us, yes?"
"Of course." Clark's eyes lit up when he opened his prize and marveled at the rippled chest and rosy nipples.
"Then just ignore the weirdoes of the world, Clark. They'll sort themselves out eventually."
There was a gleam in his eye that made Clark shiver. Badass Lex had always affected him like that. Why hadn't he figured it out before the potion? "Okay. They don't matter anyway, not when I can come home to you."
"Do you want to come home to me?"
"You know I do, Lex. Didn't we discuss last night that--" He stopped, catching something in Lex's expression. With a sharp turn of his head, he sent his vision through the walls and into Lex's bedroom. His clothes were in the closet and His and His towels were in the bathroom. He figured the blue set of His were his. "You work fast."
"It's not easy keeping up with a superhero."
Clark smiled and dipped his head, swiping a tongue across a suddenly much rosier nipple. Then he looked into Lex's eyes and said solemnly, "You're my superhero, Lex, saving me from all the weirdoes and such." Even the dimmest had a little bit of light.
"I'll always save you, Clark," Lex promised.
"I'm counting on it," Clark said, ending conversation for a long time to come.
The End
You know, I think I finally figured out why I like LJs. I can post little stuff like this--fun stuff--without all the "author angsting" I do with my longer, more "professional" works. Not that I have anything against proper grammar, punctuation, etc. But it's soothing and carthartic to just be able to post for a change. Nice way of getting through writer's block. I'm going to have to try to do this again sometime. That's a warning, by the way. ::evil grin::