SV: Foreplay
Written for Challenge 6 of picfor1000
Title: Foreplay
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: PG-13 for sexual innuendo
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Word Count: Exactly 1,000
Summary: This wasn't exactly Clark's idea of a vacation with Lex
"We finally take a normal vacation to sunny Florida, no less, and you want to play golf at seven o'clock in the morning instead of enjoying room service. I thought you'd given up the game after the incident with the meter maid." Clark tossed the golf bag into the back of the cart they'd been assigned by the resort while Lex got behind the wheel. There was a bit of a perverse delight in hearing the expensive clubs rattle in the bag. Clark ignored Lex's glare.
"And how many times have our vacation plans been put on hold because of your jobs? I don't know which takes up more of your time, investigative reporting or being Superman." Lex took a sharp right out of the lot, following the discreet signs to the first hole of the golf course. "It's been ten years since I took a club to that meter maid's cart. Golf is a useful business skill and I get so little time to play a real game. Many lucrative deals get made on the course. Besides, I'm going to love having you caddie." Lex leered playfully at Clark in his tight blue Polo shirt, khaki cargo shorts and ridiculously large golf shoes Lex had packed for him. Clark had left the visor with the resort logo in their room.
"If I want to spend any time with you today, I suppose have to caddie, though I wouldn't know a driver from a putter if you hadn't grilled me, since you won't let me play." Clark's full-lipped pout was deliberate hopefully making Lex reconsider spending the afternoon on the course.
"Even though you don't know how to play, you could show me up with 18 straight holes-in-one with your abilities." Lex didn't sniff disdainfully, but Clark was sure it was implied.
"If you don't want me beating you with my powers, why do you still play pool with me?" He asked.
"I like to look at your ass when you bend over the table," Lex admitted unashamedly as he parked the cart near the midway bunkers of the first link.
"You could look at my ass in much more comfortable and private surroundings than a fancy golf course." He called after Lex as he effortlessly carried the golf bag to the back tee as if it were his backpack from high school.
Lex surveyed the par 4 hole, judging distance to the green, the wind and the hazards along the fairway before requesting his driver from Clark. He teed up his first shot, a hard drive to the right of the fairway, avoiding the bunkers midway. As the ball bounced and rolled to a stop impressively close the green.
Lex turned to Clark and smirked. "Consider the game a bit of foreplay."
Clark sputtered at the horrendous pun as he took the driver from Lex, but refused to call him on it. He hefted the bag back on his shoulder and followed Lex to where his ball lay.
"I'm serious, Clark," Lex continued. "The game is a perfect metaphor for sex."
"You've been watching 90s' cable TV shows on DVD again, haven't you? Even I recognize the Silk Stalkings reference." Not that Martha Kent would ever have allowed grade-school aged Clark to watch the late night crime drama even in its last year. Chloe had made a joke about golf when Lex had gone postal on the meter maid's cart and had to explain the reference.
"Never heard of the show," Lex denied haughtily. "I'm fully capable of recognizing the parallels myself. The game is all about balls, shafts, strokes, and getting into the hole. A good grip on the shaft is necessary for a proper stroke and -- "
"And a bad lie can ruin the entire experience." Clark interrupted and finished the analogy with a flush on his cheeks.
"Exactly." Lex smiled . "The three wood, please."
Lex's second shot sailed smoothly onto the green within gimme distance of the cup. They walked to the green where Lex tapped in the putt while Clark held the pin.
Clark recorded the birdie as they walked back to the cart. "Odd to think that your golf score is better when it's below par."
"My performance is never below par," Lex asserted.
"Are we talking about golf or are we back to sex?"
"I didn't think we were ever talking about golf." The smirk was back and Clark was itching to wipe it from Lex's face.
"Which brings us back to why I'm chasing you and a little white ball around a golf course instead of taking advantage of you in bed."
"When was the last time you could just enjoy a walk in the sun without worrying about super villains, natural catastrophes or kittens caught in trees?"
Clark had no idea how Lex thought those things weren't going to be a factor for a whole week. Somewhere a cat was bound to be climbing --
"Why does everyone think I have a kitten habit?"
Lex merely raised an eyebrow in response to Clark's sudden defensive denial as he slumped into the passenger seat of the golf cart.
"Okay, I just can't bear the sound of their tiny little mews of distress." Clark sighed and admitted, "I don't think I've just relaxed since Perry paired me with Lois. You're right. Just being outdoors with you is relieving the stress. I'm being silly."
"You need to make time for silly. All work and no play, makes Clark cranky." Lex parked the cart where the course doglegged sharply to the right around a lake. Sunlight sparkling on the shallow water mirrored the return of mischief to Clark's eyes displacing the sulk that would have been more at home on a teen-aged Clark rather than the responsible adult he now claimed to be.
Clark grabbed the bag and followed Lex to the tee and surveyed the hole with him. It would take skill to avoid the hazard.
"Are you sure you can get it up for this?"
Title: Foreplay
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: PG-13 for sexual innuendo
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Word Count: Exactly 1,000
Summary: This wasn't exactly Clark's idea of a vacation with Lex
"We finally take a normal vacation to sunny Florida, no less, and you want to play golf at seven o'clock in the morning instead of enjoying room service. I thought you'd given up the game after the incident with the meter maid." Clark tossed the golf bag into the back of the cart they'd been assigned by the resort while Lex got behind the wheel. There was a bit of a perverse delight in hearing the expensive clubs rattle in the bag. Clark ignored Lex's glare.
"And how many times have our vacation plans been put on hold because of your jobs? I don't know which takes up more of your time, investigative reporting or being Superman." Lex took a sharp right out of the lot, following the discreet signs to the first hole of the golf course. "It's been ten years since I took a club to that meter maid's cart. Golf is a useful business skill and I get so little time to play a real game. Many lucrative deals get made on the course. Besides, I'm going to love having you caddie." Lex leered playfully at Clark in his tight blue Polo shirt, khaki cargo shorts and ridiculously large golf shoes Lex had packed for him. Clark had left the visor with the resort logo in their room.
"If I want to spend any time with you today, I suppose have to caddie, though I wouldn't know a driver from a putter if you hadn't grilled me, since you won't let me play." Clark's full-lipped pout was deliberate hopefully making Lex reconsider spending the afternoon on the course.
"Even though you don't know how to play, you could show me up with 18 straight holes-in-one with your abilities." Lex didn't sniff disdainfully, but Clark was sure it was implied.
"If you don't want me beating you with my powers, why do you still play pool with me?" He asked.
"I like to look at your ass when you bend over the table," Lex admitted unashamedly as he parked the cart near the midway bunkers of the first link.
"You could look at my ass in much more comfortable and private surroundings than a fancy golf course." He called after Lex as he effortlessly carried the golf bag to the back tee as if it were his backpack from high school.
Lex surveyed the par 4 hole, judging distance to the green, the wind and the hazards along the fairway before requesting his driver from Clark. He teed up his first shot, a hard drive to the right of the fairway, avoiding the bunkers midway. As the ball bounced and rolled to a stop impressively close the green.
Lex turned to Clark and smirked. "Consider the game a bit of foreplay."
Clark sputtered at the horrendous pun as he took the driver from Lex, but refused to call him on it. He hefted the bag back on his shoulder and followed Lex to where his ball lay.
"I'm serious, Clark," Lex continued. "The game is a perfect metaphor for sex."
"You've been watching 90s' cable TV shows on DVD again, haven't you? Even I recognize the Silk Stalkings reference." Not that Martha Kent would ever have allowed grade-school aged Clark to watch the late night crime drama even in its last year. Chloe had made a joke about golf when Lex had gone postal on the meter maid's cart and had to explain the reference.
"Never heard of the show," Lex denied haughtily. "I'm fully capable of recognizing the parallels myself. The game is all about balls, shafts, strokes, and getting into the hole. A good grip on the shaft is necessary for a proper stroke and -- "
"And a bad lie can ruin the entire experience." Clark interrupted and finished the analogy with a flush on his cheeks.
"Exactly." Lex smiled . "The three wood, please."
Lex's second shot sailed smoothly onto the green within gimme distance of the cup. They walked to the green where Lex tapped in the putt while Clark held the pin.
Clark recorded the birdie as they walked back to the cart. "Odd to think that your golf score is better when it's below par."
"My performance is never below par," Lex asserted.
"Are we talking about golf or are we back to sex?"
"I didn't think we were ever talking about golf." The smirk was back and Clark was itching to wipe it from Lex's face.
"Which brings us back to why I'm chasing you and a little white ball around a golf course instead of taking advantage of you in bed."
"When was the last time you could just enjoy a walk in the sun without worrying about super villains, natural catastrophes or kittens caught in trees?"
Clark had no idea how Lex thought those things weren't going to be a factor for a whole week. Somewhere a cat was bound to be climbing --
"Why does everyone think I have a kitten habit?"
Lex merely raised an eyebrow in response to Clark's sudden defensive denial as he slumped into the passenger seat of the golf cart.
"Okay, I just can't bear the sound of their tiny little mews of distress." Clark sighed and admitted, "I don't think I've just relaxed since Perry paired me with Lois. You're right. Just being outdoors with you is relieving the stress. I'm being silly."
"You need to make time for silly. All work and no play, makes Clark cranky." Lex parked the cart where the course doglegged sharply to the right around a lake. Sunlight sparkling on the shallow water mirrored the return of mischief to Clark's eyes displacing the sulk that would have been more at home on a teen-aged Clark rather than the responsible adult he now claimed to be.
Clark grabbed the bag and followed Lex to the tee and surveyed the hole with him. It would take skill to avoid the hazard.
"Are you sure you can get it up for this?"