Fic: Methods of Distraction - Smallville, Clex, PG-13
Title: Methods of Distraction
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clex
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All belong to Gough and Millar, et. al. No profit or infringement intended.
Word Count: 500 words
Summary: For the 'Test' prompt at slashthedrabble. Clark meant to study for the test. But how can he concentrate on college classes and upcoming exams with Lex distracting him?
Clark meant to study for the test. He really did. It’s all Lex’s fault that he didn‘t. How was Clark supposed to concentrate on college classes and upcoming exams with Lex distracting him at every opportunity?
“And exactly how was I distracting you, again?” Lex asks, still a bit breathless ten minutes after they finish. Clark is proud of that.
“You know… that thing with your lips,” Clark says. He thinks it should be obvious. Lex is quiet, thinking about it. He begins to frown, coming up with nothing. “And the water bottle,” Clark supplies.
Lex twists around to look him in the eyes. Clark looks back at him. He’s too comfortable with his face pressed into Lex’s chest, the beat of Lex’s heart a caress of rhythm against Clark’s cheek, to move.
Lex huffs out a little laugh. “What- That thing where I drink water?” he asks, incredulously.
Like he has no idea.
Clark rolls his eyes, but he smiles. “Lex. Nobody “drinks water” like that. If I was ten, and my Mom and I saw someone “drinking water” like that, she’d cover my eyes.”
“Clark, if you were ten, we wouldn’t be lying in bed together right now.”
Lex shakes his head, but he’s smiling, bemused. He cards his fingers through Clark’s hair and Clark tries not to hum too loudly in pleasure.
“And then there’s your scent,” Clark continues.
Lex’s fingers stop. “Excuse me?”
Clark reluctantly lifts his head this time, though only to turn it so that he and Lex are facing one another. He rests his other cheek atop Lex’s chest and goes on, watching Lex raise eyebrows at him at a slant.
“I’m supposed to study with you across the room, smelling the way you do?”
Lex frowns, as if he’s deciding whether or not to be offended. Clark darts out his tongue and flicks Lex’s nipple to help with the decision. It beads up automatically, and Lex’s face smooths - so he’s apparently settled on “not offended.”
“If you’re referring to my cologne, Clark, I’ve worn the same one for as long as you’ve known me.”
“And have I ever made straight A’s?” is Clark’s argument. He tries to keep his mouth from curling up and giving away the joke, but it isn’t happening.
Lex shakes his head again - a ‘What am I going to do with you?’ gesture - which is perhaps unfair because he knows what to do with Clark. If he didn’t have a nearly normal physiology, he could already be doing it again. Clark hates the pain the meteors caused Lex when they fell, but he’ll always appreciate the greater strength and stamina Lex developed as a result.
“Alright,” Lex concedes, laughter in his voice, “Are there any other distracting behaviors I should cease and desist until exam week is over? Any other ways I’ve been secretly seducing you as I sat at my desk?”
Clark raises his brows. “You call that sitting?” he asks.
“Good lord, Clark.”
[ end. ]
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clex
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All belong to Gough and Millar, et. al. No profit or infringement intended.
Word Count: 500 words
Summary: For the 'Test' prompt at slashthedrabble. Clark meant to study for the test. But how can he concentrate on college classes and upcoming exams with Lex distracting him?
Clark meant to study for the test. He really did. It’s all Lex’s fault that he didn‘t. How was Clark supposed to concentrate on college classes and upcoming exams with Lex distracting him at every opportunity?
“And exactly how was I distracting you, again?” Lex asks, still a bit breathless ten minutes after they finish. Clark is proud of that.
“You know… that thing with your lips,” Clark says. He thinks it should be obvious. Lex is quiet, thinking about it. He begins to frown, coming up with nothing. “And the water bottle,” Clark supplies.
Lex twists around to look him in the eyes. Clark looks back at him. He’s too comfortable with his face pressed into Lex’s chest, the beat of Lex’s heart a caress of rhythm against Clark’s cheek, to move.
Lex huffs out a little laugh. “What- That thing where I drink water?” he asks, incredulously.
Like he has no idea.
Clark rolls his eyes, but he smiles. “Lex. Nobody “drinks water” like that. If I was ten, and my Mom and I saw someone “drinking water” like that, she’d cover my eyes.”
“Clark, if you were ten, we wouldn’t be lying in bed together right now.”
Lex shakes his head, but he’s smiling, bemused. He cards his fingers through Clark’s hair and Clark tries not to hum too loudly in pleasure.
“And then there’s your scent,” Clark continues.
Lex’s fingers stop. “Excuse me?”
Clark reluctantly lifts his head this time, though only to turn it so that he and Lex are facing one another. He rests his other cheek atop Lex’s chest and goes on, watching Lex raise eyebrows at him at a slant.
“I’m supposed to study with you across the room, smelling the way you do?”
Lex frowns, as if he’s deciding whether or not to be offended. Clark darts out his tongue and flicks Lex’s nipple to help with the decision. It beads up automatically, and Lex’s face smooths - so he’s apparently settled on “not offended.”
“If you’re referring to my cologne, Clark, I’ve worn the same one for as long as you’ve known me.”
“And have I ever made straight A’s?” is Clark’s argument. He tries to keep his mouth from curling up and giving away the joke, but it isn’t happening.
Lex shakes his head again - a ‘What am I going to do with you?’ gesture - which is perhaps unfair because he knows what to do with Clark. If he didn’t have a nearly normal physiology, he could already be doing it again. Clark hates the pain the meteors caused Lex when they fell, but he’ll always appreciate the greater strength and stamina Lex developed as a result.
“Alright,” Lex concedes, laughter in his voice, “Are there any other distracting behaviors I should cease and desist until exam week is over? Any other ways I’ve been secretly seducing you as I sat at my desk?”
Clark raises his brows. “You call that sitting?” he asks.
“Good lord, Clark.”
[ end. ]