Fic: Timing Is Everything - AtS/SV Crossover, Wes/Lex, PG-13
Title: Timing Is Everything
Fandom(s): Angel the Series; Smallville
Pairing: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce/Lex Luthor
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All props to Joss Whedon and Gough and Millar.
Word Count: 500 words
Summary: For the 'wrong time, wrong place' challenge at slashthedrabble.
It was your typical case of ‘wrong place, wrong time.’
Or. Perhaps not so typical. What were the odds, after all, that Wesley would happen upon his prospective employer from Metropolis, Kansas, while vacationing in Nevada? Furthermore, what were the odds that said “vacation” (in truth - an investigation for a friend currently headlining at the Tropicana) would involve their simultaneous inhalation of a potent, mood-altering substance thrown in their direction by a frazzled, fugitive warlock?
Rather astronomical.
Either way, the incident had more than likely killed Wesley’s chances of landing the security position at LuthorCorp.
So Wesley thought. Until he raised his pounding head further from the fluffy pillow into which he’d been snoring moments prior - and spotted the marriage certificate lying devil-may-care on the bedside table.
“Bloody hell,” he grumbled, with a voice roughened by sleep and - ‘good Lord’ - no telling what else.
“You know,” an inexplicably calm voice said from beside him. Wesley’s head whipped around as quickly as it was capable in his post-inebriated-by-magic-powder condition. Lex Luthor lay amongst the same sheets as Wesley. And just as naked. “I’ve learned to fear for my life around people who are married to me and people who were specifically hired not to kill me.” His blue eyes were guarded but his thin lips curled into a small smile. “It should be interesting to see what happens with someone who’s both.”
“You haven’t hired me yet,” Wesley said automatically, unthinking. Then he winced. “Is that-” He nodded toward the document.
Lex lifted his cell phone and tossed it between them. “According to my lawyers… yes it is.”
“Good Lord,” Wesley said aloud, returning his face to his pillow. A hand slipping beneath the sheets and across his ass caused it to rise again. And… um. Not alone. Wesley flushed. “What-”
“I’ve been married, nearly murdered, and divorced twice now,” Lex told him, sliding closer. “I’ve learned to appreciate the in-betweens.”
Images of the night before struck Wesley and he shivered. Yes. Wes knew how… appreciative… Lex could be.
“I don’t plan to kill you,” Wesley offered, mouth still operating on autopilot.
“Good,” Lex replied, awfully unperturbed by waking up next to a man whom he’d married while under the influence of a warlock’s spell.
‘Then again,’ Wesley mused, as Lex’s lips brushed against his shoulder blade. ‘There are better ways to expend one’s emotional energy.’
Wesley turned - just so much that Lex’s lips could find his own if Lex so desired. Apparently he did. Their tongues mingled, rekindling yet more memories. Wesley’s blush had not vanished - on the contrary, it intensified. ‘Bloody hell, I haven’t done that in a decade,’ he thought of one memory. Lex smiled into their kiss.
“I was wondering if I’d dreamed up that tongue,” he confessed. Any moment now, Wes’s embarassment would set the bed aflame. “Let me see if I can repay the favor.”
Wesley decided that his timing - job or no job - needed no improvement.
[end.]
I've been trying to find a way to get these two together for a long time :p
Fandom(s): Angel the Series; Smallville
Pairing: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce/Lex Luthor
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All props to Joss Whedon and Gough and Millar.
Word Count: 500 words
Summary: For the 'wrong time, wrong place' challenge at slashthedrabble.
It was your typical case of ‘wrong place, wrong time.’
Or. Perhaps not so typical. What were the odds, after all, that Wesley would happen upon his prospective employer from Metropolis, Kansas, while vacationing in Nevada? Furthermore, what were the odds that said “vacation” (in truth - an investigation for a friend currently headlining at the Tropicana) would involve their simultaneous inhalation of a potent, mood-altering substance thrown in their direction by a frazzled, fugitive warlock?
Rather astronomical.
Either way, the incident had more than likely killed Wesley’s chances of landing the security position at LuthorCorp.
So Wesley thought. Until he raised his pounding head further from the fluffy pillow into which he’d been snoring moments prior - and spotted the marriage certificate lying devil-may-care on the bedside table.
“Bloody hell,” he grumbled, with a voice roughened by sleep and - ‘good Lord’ - no telling what else.
“You know,” an inexplicably calm voice said from beside him. Wesley’s head whipped around as quickly as it was capable in his post-inebriated-by-magic-powder condition. Lex Luthor lay amongst the same sheets as Wesley. And just as naked. “I’ve learned to fear for my life around people who are married to me and people who were specifically hired not to kill me.” His blue eyes were guarded but his thin lips curled into a small smile. “It should be interesting to see what happens with someone who’s both.”
“You haven’t hired me yet,” Wesley said automatically, unthinking. Then he winced. “Is that-” He nodded toward the document.
Lex lifted his cell phone and tossed it between them. “According to my lawyers… yes it is.”
“Good Lord,” Wesley said aloud, returning his face to his pillow. A hand slipping beneath the sheets and across his ass caused it to rise again. And… um. Not alone. Wesley flushed. “What-”
“I’ve been married, nearly murdered, and divorced twice now,” Lex told him, sliding closer. “I’ve learned to appreciate the in-betweens.”
Images of the night before struck Wesley and he shivered. Yes. Wes knew how… appreciative… Lex could be.
“I don’t plan to kill you,” Wesley offered, mouth still operating on autopilot.
“Good,” Lex replied, awfully unperturbed by waking up next to a man whom he’d married while under the influence of a warlock’s spell.
‘Then again,’ Wesley mused, as Lex’s lips brushed against his shoulder blade. ‘There are better ways to expend one’s emotional energy.’
Wesley turned - just so much that Lex’s lips could find his own if Lex so desired. Apparently he did. Their tongues mingled, rekindling yet more memories. Wesley’s blush had not vanished - on the contrary, it intensified. ‘Bloody hell, I haven’t done that in a decade,’ he thought of one memory. Lex smiled into their kiss.
“I was wondering if I’d dreamed up that tongue,” he confessed. Any moment now, Wes’s embarassment would set the bed aflame. “Let me see if I can repay the favor.”
Wesley decided that his timing - job or no job - needed no improvement.
[end.]
I've been trying to find a way to get these two together for a long time :p