The Odd Couple 7.7
Kissage and other naughty things coming your way soon!
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Moving along to a lighter topic was in order, as Clark was keeping silent about what ever may be bothering him. Poking too much only got Lex into trouble. Unless it was the kind that involved getting his friend to redden. Then again, that was just another kind of trouble. Which he was finally going to ease up on today. A real date was in the works.
He could almost throw a shot glass into the fireplace in celebration.
Lex settled for the moment by glancing at Clark more obviously than usual. His object of affection had to know how much he enjoyed just looking at him. It was rather freeing to be able to not have to do it on the sly.
Finally, a direct assault that would be fun.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! Or let slip the zippers of war.
Clark must be noticing the change, for he was looking very acutely into his side mirror while Lex drove. At first he had the ‘don’t be mad at me even though we both know I’m a big fat pathetic liar’ face, but it had eased up rather quickly when he realized yet again Lex was giving him his space.
“Hope you don’t mind going full throttle today.” He started.
The head turned back to him, the attention becoming full focus upon his person.
“Revving up the engines on me?”
“There’s a lot to get steamed about.”
Switching into the next gear of his silver car, he felt much like a bullet coming out of a gun as he raced towards their next direction. He had to swerve nearly plowing into a snail crawling Lincoln, which was being driven by a little old lady that flipped him the bird.
“What’s got you so worked up? I’m just going to wear clothing. Ridiculously expensive, but clothing nonetheless.”
Lex stroked the head of his gear stick closely.
“Clark, don’t you know it’s the little things in life that give the most pleasure?”
But judging by your packaging, nothing is small about it.
“This from the guy driving a million dollar car among the others in his private garage.”
“Watch your cheek, I just might bite it.”
Clark laughed. “I’d like to see you try.”
“When I can’t even frisk, how cruel thou art.”
Lex swerved a wide berth around a school bus of kids on a field trip. All he needed was a devil lawsuit where he was labeled a child murderer. Then his checklist of evilness just might be full.
“You’re certainly being rough on the stick today. I thought you said to be gentle.”
Lex slowed to stop at the stoplight.
“Sometimes you need a good hard jerk.”
Clark was sitting unbearably near for all his desires.
A long pause.
Lips so close.
Just a little further.
Clark breathing just a little faster.
“Lex?”
Should I kiss him now?
The blare of a truck horn brought him back to his senses.
Stick to the plan. You are not going to give in until the time is right. You’ve held out this long, damnit!
They finally reached their clothing store destination.
The downtown buildings of Metropolis were always intimidating, but Lex was like a titan among them. He knew Clark still felt intimidated by the huge structures of steel, being much more comfortable and relaxed around the farm then the dirty streets and excitement of the big city. He hoped his presence would make the area feel less threatening to his friend.
People passed by on the street. The usual stares made him want to snatch Clark away so that he and the brunette could have some freaking privacy. He ignored them.
The beautiful men’s suits store was one of the finest in Metropolis. The young man had to be able to dress for success. Lex could give him that much.
Clark hesitantly came to stand with him, looking out at the crowd.
“Are you sure I belong here?”
Now there was a loaded question.
“Still questioning? No matter what happens, you always have a place by my side, farmboy.”
The doorman opened the doors for them and they stepped inside.
Green eyes peered about nervously.
Lex kept a hand on his back to lead him to his private tailor.
“So Lex, where do I start?”
“By taking off your clothes.”
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Moving along to a lighter topic was in order, as Clark was keeping silent about what ever may be bothering him. Poking too much only got Lex into trouble. Unless it was the kind that involved getting his friend to redden. Then again, that was just another kind of trouble. Which he was finally going to ease up on today. A real date was in the works.
He could almost throw a shot glass into the fireplace in celebration.
Lex settled for the moment by glancing at Clark more obviously than usual. His object of affection had to know how much he enjoyed just looking at him. It was rather freeing to be able to not have to do it on the sly.
Finally, a direct assault that would be fun.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! Or let slip the zippers of war.
Clark must be noticing the change, for he was looking very acutely into his side mirror while Lex drove. At first he had the ‘don’t be mad at me even though we both know I’m a big fat pathetic liar’ face, but it had eased up rather quickly when he realized yet again Lex was giving him his space.
“Hope you don’t mind going full throttle today.” He started.
The head turned back to him, the attention becoming full focus upon his person.
“Revving up the engines on me?”
“There’s a lot to get steamed about.”
Switching into the next gear of his silver car, he felt much like a bullet coming out of a gun as he raced towards their next direction. He had to swerve nearly plowing into a snail crawling Lincoln, which was being driven by a little old lady that flipped him the bird.
“What’s got you so worked up? I’m just going to wear clothing. Ridiculously expensive, but clothing nonetheless.”
Lex stroked the head of his gear stick closely.
“Clark, don’t you know it’s the little things in life that give the most pleasure?”
But judging by your packaging, nothing is small about it.
“This from the guy driving a million dollar car among the others in his private garage.”
“Watch your cheek, I just might bite it.”
Clark laughed. “I’d like to see you try.”
“When I can’t even frisk, how cruel thou art.”
Lex swerved a wide berth around a school bus of kids on a field trip. All he needed was a devil lawsuit where he was labeled a child murderer. Then his checklist of evilness just might be full.
“You’re certainly being rough on the stick today. I thought you said to be gentle.”
Lex slowed to stop at the stoplight.
“Sometimes you need a good hard jerk.”
Clark was sitting unbearably near for all his desires.
A long pause.
Lips so close.
Just a little further.
Clark breathing just a little faster.
“Lex?”
Should I kiss him now?
The blare of a truck horn brought him back to his senses.
Stick to the plan. You are not going to give in until the time is right. You’ve held out this long, damnit!
They finally reached their clothing store destination.
The downtown buildings of Metropolis were always intimidating, but Lex was like a titan among them. He knew Clark still felt intimidated by the huge structures of steel, being much more comfortable and relaxed around the farm then the dirty streets and excitement of the big city. He hoped his presence would make the area feel less threatening to his friend.
People passed by on the street. The usual stares made him want to snatch Clark away so that he and the brunette could have some freaking privacy. He ignored them.
The beautiful men’s suits store was one of the finest in Metropolis. The young man had to be able to dress for success. Lex could give him that much.
Clark hesitantly came to stand with him, looking out at the crowd.
“Are you sure I belong here?”
Now there was a loaded question.
“Still questioning? No matter what happens, you always have a place by my side, farmboy.”
The doorman opened the doors for them and they stepped inside.
Green eyes peered about nervously.
Lex kept a hand on his back to lead him to his private tailor.
“So Lex, where do I start?”
“By taking off your clothes.”
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