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Heh. This one just amuses me. I got this plot bunny, and I laughed and laughed... and then I typed and typed...
Ever wonder how the traditional quick-change-in-phone-booth of the Superman legend would fit into the Smallville version of the mythology? Specifically, the CLex version?
No? You haven't wondered? Silly you! Well, I've kindly provided the answer.
Title: "Phone Lex"
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
"Well, this was fun, lunch with the Daily Planet's star reporter," Chloe teased as she finished off her coffee. "I should visit more often."
"Yes, you should," Clark agreed, returning his old friend's smile. "That beautiful California weather obviously isn't agreeing with you."
"Oh, right," she snorted, "and I really miss those Kansas winters. Dream on, pal." She reached out and snared the check as the waiter set it on the table. "I got it."
"Come on, you're my guest," Clark protested, his wallet already in hand. Chloe gave him a quelling look.
"Forget it! It's my treat. Anyway, this is a business trip. I can expense it. I'll just tell them I spent the whole time pumping you for information on the latest LuthorCorp transgressions."
"Chloe," Clark groaned, but his further complaints were cut off by an electronic alert. "Damn." Clark reached into his suit-jacket pocket and felt around. Shielded from Chloe's view by the edge of the table, he pulled out a beeper and glanced at the display, pushing the button to silence it. "That's me." Deftly he dropped the beeper back into his pocket and in the same motion pulled out his Clark Kent beeper, which he brought onto the table and glared at.
"Well, don't kill the messenger," Chloe said, patting his hand. "You have to go?"
"Yeah, I should call in. There's a pay-phone around the corner."
"A pay-phone?" Chloe stared at him. "Clark, it's 2012 and you don't have a cell phone? Planning to join the twenty-first century any time soon?"
"I always lose them," he mumbled, blushing, as he stood up and gathered his things.
"Okay, okay. Sorry to tease." Chloe rose as well and hugged him. "I'll just take care of the check. You go. Duty calls, and all that."
"Give my love to Lucy," Clark instructed, "and call me when the baby comes!" He gave Chloe one last squeeze and hurried off.
As Clark closed himself into the phone booth, turning his back to the street, his fingers were already working on the top button of his conservative shirt. The red-and-yellow S peeked out from under the collar. Suddenly, the pay-phone rang.
Clark stared at it in surprise, blinking. It rang again and his hand came up out of reflex; he was saying "Hello?" before he realized it.
"So, what are you wearing? Gotten into the Spandex yet?"
Clark blinked again, his jaw dropping. "Lex?!"
"Ah, Clark." Lex swallowed noisily, his breathing loud and harsh in the receiver. "I thought you'd never pick up."
"Lex..." Clark rolled his eyes, "...how did you get the beeper number?"
"The Superman hotline? Same way I got the name of the restaurant where you and Chloe were eating, and the phone number of the closest phone booth. I just waved my name around."
"This isn't funny, that beeper is only supposed to be used for emergencies."
"This *is* an emergency." Lex was still panting erratically. Clark's eyebrows went up, his tone edging toward alarm.
"It is? What-"
"Yes." Lex's voice dropped a notch. "I'm sitting here at my desk, in my office, with my dick in my hand."
Clark let out the tiniest of groans and dropped his forehead against the cool glass of the rear phone-booth wall. "Oh my god."
"Clark." Lex gasped jerkily. "Shit, Clark. Save me already."
"I..." Clark adjusted his pants. "I can be there in ten minutes."
"In ten minutes it'll be too late. Tell me what you're wearing."
"I, just a regular suit. I mean, the Spandex, yeah. Underneath. You know."
"Clark."
"Shit. What?"
"If you were here, right now. God, I wish you were. If you. What would you do?"
"I." Clark swallowed hard. "Right now? I'd be on my knees under your desk."
"Oh. Yesss..."
"I'd be pushing your knees apart with my hands. Pulling your chair closer so I could get a good look at your cock."
"Tell, tell me what you see." Lex groaned, his words slurred out on a single breath.
"You're hard and red. Wet. I can't, God, Lex. I can't wait. I have to have you in my mouth."
"Yes. Yes, do it."
"I lean over and take you all the way down my throat. Shit, you're so hot. So close."
"So close," Lex echoed, strangled. "Please, Clark, god please."
"Do it now, Lex. I want to hear you come."
"Clark!" Lex cried out, almost breathless, slowly subsiding into a series of high, gasping moans. Clark smiled a little to himself, reaching down to rub his crotch, listening to the harsh sounds of Lex panting in his ear.
"You there? I've got people to save, you know. Actual people in need."
"Fuck, Clark. And people think *you're* the romantic one. Whatever happened to afterglow?"
"Lex. Ten minutes."
"Wear the Spandex."
Nine minutes and thirty seconds later, Superman alit on the balcony outside Lex Luthor's 70th-floor office. The sliding door was open. The Spandex-clad hero strode into the office and found Lex already bent over the desk, feet planted squarely on the floor, cheek pressed against the blotter, bare buttocks pointing at the balcony like twin sentinels pointing the way home. Superman pulled open the hidden zipper on his tights and slid his aching cock into Lex's well-lubed ass without pause. Lex groaned. Clark grunted urgently, thrust a few wild times and shuddered, pouring himself into Lex.
Later, they sprawled on the sofa, Clark still in his Spandex, Lex back in his best silk suit, arms around each other. "This was the last time. I mean it," said Clark firmly.
"Yeah, right," Lex replied without heat. "You could get yourself a cell phone. And with a Starbucks on every corner there's no shortage of public bathrooms you could use for your quick-changes." He shifted a little so Clark could clearly see his trademark smirk. "You're just lucky Metropolis's city planners decided to go a little retro. If they'd put in the usual free-standing pay phones, you'd have no excuse."
"Seriously, Lex. You've gotta stop calling the emergency hotline. I mean it."
"I can't do that, Clark. I'm your mortal enemy, your arch-nemesis. I can't just go around *doing* things that you ask me to do. It would upset the entire balance of society."
"Oh, suck my dick, Lex."
"Except that," murmured Lex as he slid to his knees.
Ever wonder how the traditional quick-change-in-phone-booth of the Superman legend would fit into the Smallville version of the mythology? Specifically, the CLex version?
No? You haven't wondered? Silly you! Well, I've kindly provided the answer.
Title: "Phone Lex"
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
"Well, this was fun, lunch with the Daily Planet's star reporter," Chloe teased as she finished off her coffee. "I should visit more often."
"Yes, you should," Clark agreed, returning his old friend's smile. "That beautiful California weather obviously isn't agreeing with you."
"Oh, right," she snorted, "and I really miss those Kansas winters. Dream on, pal." She reached out and snared the check as the waiter set it on the table. "I got it."
"Come on, you're my guest," Clark protested, his wallet already in hand. Chloe gave him a quelling look.
"Forget it! It's my treat. Anyway, this is a business trip. I can expense it. I'll just tell them I spent the whole time pumping you for information on the latest LuthorCorp transgressions."
"Chloe," Clark groaned, but his further complaints were cut off by an electronic alert. "Damn." Clark reached into his suit-jacket pocket and felt around. Shielded from Chloe's view by the edge of the table, he pulled out a beeper and glanced at the display, pushing the button to silence it. "That's me." Deftly he dropped the beeper back into his pocket and in the same motion pulled out his Clark Kent beeper, which he brought onto the table and glared at.
"Well, don't kill the messenger," Chloe said, patting his hand. "You have to go?"
"Yeah, I should call in. There's a pay-phone around the corner."
"A pay-phone?" Chloe stared at him. "Clark, it's 2012 and you don't have a cell phone? Planning to join the twenty-first century any time soon?"
"I always lose them," he mumbled, blushing, as he stood up and gathered his things.
"Okay, okay. Sorry to tease." Chloe rose as well and hugged him. "I'll just take care of the check. You go. Duty calls, and all that."
"Give my love to Lucy," Clark instructed, "and call me when the baby comes!" He gave Chloe one last squeeze and hurried off.
As Clark closed himself into the phone booth, turning his back to the street, his fingers were already working on the top button of his conservative shirt. The red-and-yellow S peeked out from under the collar. Suddenly, the pay-phone rang.
Clark stared at it in surprise, blinking. It rang again and his hand came up out of reflex; he was saying "Hello?" before he realized it.
"So, what are you wearing? Gotten into the Spandex yet?"
Clark blinked again, his jaw dropping. "Lex?!"
"Ah, Clark." Lex swallowed noisily, his breathing loud and harsh in the receiver. "I thought you'd never pick up."
"Lex..." Clark rolled his eyes, "...how did you get the beeper number?"
"The Superman hotline? Same way I got the name of the restaurant where you and Chloe were eating, and the phone number of the closest phone booth. I just waved my name around."
"This isn't funny, that beeper is only supposed to be used for emergencies."
"This *is* an emergency." Lex was still panting erratically. Clark's eyebrows went up, his tone edging toward alarm.
"It is? What-"
"Yes." Lex's voice dropped a notch. "I'm sitting here at my desk, in my office, with my dick in my hand."
Clark let out the tiniest of groans and dropped his forehead against the cool glass of the rear phone-booth wall. "Oh my god."
"Clark." Lex gasped jerkily. "Shit, Clark. Save me already."
"I..." Clark adjusted his pants. "I can be there in ten minutes."
"In ten minutes it'll be too late. Tell me what you're wearing."
"I, just a regular suit. I mean, the Spandex, yeah. Underneath. You know."
"Clark."
"Shit. What?"
"If you were here, right now. God, I wish you were. If you. What would you do?"
"I." Clark swallowed hard. "Right now? I'd be on my knees under your desk."
"Oh. Yesss..."
"I'd be pushing your knees apart with my hands. Pulling your chair closer so I could get a good look at your cock."
"Tell, tell me what you see." Lex groaned, his words slurred out on a single breath.
"You're hard and red. Wet. I can't, God, Lex. I can't wait. I have to have you in my mouth."
"Yes. Yes, do it."
"I lean over and take you all the way down my throat. Shit, you're so hot. So close."
"So close," Lex echoed, strangled. "Please, Clark, god please."
"Do it now, Lex. I want to hear you come."
"Clark!" Lex cried out, almost breathless, slowly subsiding into a series of high, gasping moans. Clark smiled a little to himself, reaching down to rub his crotch, listening to the harsh sounds of Lex panting in his ear.
"You there? I've got people to save, you know. Actual people in need."
"Fuck, Clark. And people think *you're* the romantic one. Whatever happened to afterglow?"
"Lex. Ten minutes."
"Wear the Spandex."
Nine minutes and thirty seconds later, Superman alit on the balcony outside Lex Luthor's 70th-floor office. The sliding door was open. The Spandex-clad hero strode into the office and found Lex already bent over the desk, feet planted squarely on the floor, cheek pressed against the blotter, bare buttocks pointing at the balcony like twin sentinels pointing the way home. Superman pulled open the hidden zipper on his tights and slid his aching cock into Lex's well-lubed ass without pause. Lex groaned. Clark grunted urgently, thrust a few wild times and shuddered, pouring himself into Lex.
Later, they sprawled on the sofa, Clark still in his Spandex, Lex back in his best silk suit, arms around each other. "This was the last time. I mean it," said Clark firmly.
"Yeah, right," Lex replied without heat. "You could get yourself a cell phone. And with a Starbucks on every corner there's no shortage of public bathrooms you could use for your quick-changes." He shifted a little so Clark could clearly see his trademark smirk. "You're just lucky Metropolis's city planners decided to go a little retro. If they'd put in the usual free-standing pay phones, you'd have no excuse."
"Seriously, Lex. You've gotta stop calling the emergency hotline. I mean it."
"I can't do that, Clark. I'm your mortal enemy, your arch-nemesis. I can't just go around *doing* things that you ask me to do. It would upset the entire balance of society."
"Oh, suck my dick, Lex."
"Except that," murmured Lex as he slid to his knees.