Fanfic - TW/SV: Funnnnnds (Jack/Clark/Lex)
WIP for wip_amnesty!
Title: Funnnnnds
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Torchwood/Smallville (crossover)
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness/Clark Kent/Lex Luthor
Prompt: Originally for the Build-Your-Own-Torchwood Challenge and the 'Captain Jack Sexes Everyone In Every Fandom Ever' Challenge.
Word Count: ~650 words.
Rating: R for language and talk of sex.
Warnings/Spoilers: Crossover. AUish. Slash. Threesomes. Established relationship. Flirting.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Ever wonder how Torchwood is funded? It's not all government funds. Jack's not a professional fundraiser, but he's pretty damned good at securing funds from sexy wealthy investors.
Author's Notes: I actually wrote this before Torchwood aired and haven't really had the motivation to go back to it. It could end here, but I hadn't intended for it to do so. So, we'll see.
"Are you really?" Jack leaned back casually, elbows on the top of the bar, the angle of his hips and suggestive smirk making his formal Time Agent uniform look as risqué as any gigolo in this time or his own.
"Oh yeah, big fan … now, at least." Clark nodded enthusiastically, wide smile lighting up his whole face. "I didn't used to be. Actually, I didn't used to know much of anything about soccer, well, football here, but it's one of the few truly international sports, ya know? Which means that I can keep up with most of the major tournaments no matter what country we're in." By 'we' here Clark, of course, meant himself and Lex, though this might not be immediately apparent to most people. Jack understood, though, and had since Clark Kent and Lex Luthor arrived at the gala, not quite, but nearly, arm in arm.
Invitations had gone out to a very, very select few, with a simple, elegant script detailing the place and time for the patron's gala of The Institute. Everyone knew what institute. 'Torchwood' had become some dirty word only whispered in back alleyways, shady government proceedings, and very kinky boudoirs. Watching Clark's lips as he half-listened to his sports talk, Jack couldn't help but wonder if Clark and Lex had a boudoir like that.
Jack said appropriate things at the appropriate intervals and really tried to think with his upstairs brain, but Clark was definitely an eleven on his scale of one to ten. In theory, he was supposed to be schmoozing with Lex and his plus one to ensure LexCorp's continued support of the Institute. More than that, though, his super secret stealth mission was to get Lex to double his usual contribution this year in order to fund a massive laboratory expansion project. Lex, being Lex, however, just couldn't resist doing business when there were other businessmen around, which left Clark and Jack knocking back beers and eye-fucking in the bartending corner of the room.
Okay, so Jack wasn't entirely sure that Clark knew about the eye-fucking, but that occasional flirty arch of eyebrow said Clark had some kind of clue. Considering his situation, though, it was highly unlikely that Clark would jeopardize his relationship with Lex Prince-of-the-Planet Luthor for some coatroom fun with Jack, which was why he was relieved and only a little miffed when Lex returned to the party of two.
"So how are you two doing?" Lex had a voice like spoken sex and Jack wondered how many arguments had been won by Lex rolling something sexy off the tip of his tongue. Seeing Clark lick his lips before speaking made it pretty clear that Jack wasn't the only one turned on by how verbally luscious Lex could be. Really, Lex was a catch from every angle, especially when suited and dapper. Maybe if Jack played it right, he could get a package deal.
"We were just talking about sports and stuff." Clark nodded in Jack's general direction, but his smile was all for Lex. "You, uh, ready to go?" Clark was clearly hoping to take out the pike in his pants for target practice tonight. Jack snickered, tipping his glass to drain it.
"And what are you laughing at Captain?" With one eyebrow lifted to match his half-smirk, Lex oozed amused confidence, as if patiently waiting for someone to say something worthy of his wit.
"You two." Jack set his empty glass down, with a faint clink of ice, and looked pointedly from Lex to Clark and back again. "I just wondered if you might like a few extra hands tonight … or anything else, really."
Lex's smile was wide and wicked, sensual and wholly his. "Why, Jack, I hadn't realized The Institute was a full-service organization."
Jack licked his lips and shrugged. "It is tonight."
Title: Funnnnnds
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Torchwood/Smallville (crossover)
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness/Clark Kent/Lex Luthor
Prompt: Originally for the Build-Your-Own-Torchwood Challenge and the 'Captain Jack Sexes Everyone In Every Fandom Ever' Challenge.
Word Count: ~650 words.
Rating: R for language and talk of sex.
Warnings/Spoilers: Crossover. AUish. Slash. Threesomes. Established relationship. Flirting.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Ever wonder how Torchwood is funded? It's not all government funds. Jack's not a professional fundraiser, but he's pretty damned good at securing funds from sexy wealthy investors.
Author's Notes: I actually wrote this before Torchwood aired and haven't really had the motivation to go back to it. It could end here, but I hadn't intended for it to do so. So, we'll see.
"Are you really?" Jack leaned back casually, elbows on the top of the bar, the angle of his hips and suggestive smirk making his formal Time Agent uniform look as risqué as any gigolo in this time or his own.
"Oh yeah, big fan … now, at least." Clark nodded enthusiastically, wide smile lighting up his whole face. "I didn't used to be. Actually, I didn't used to know much of anything about soccer, well, football here, but it's one of the few truly international sports, ya know? Which means that I can keep up with most of the major tournaments no matter what country we're in." By 'we' here Clark, of course, meant himself and Lex, though this might not be immediately apparent to most people. Jack understood, though, and had since Clark Kent and Lex Luthor arrived at the gala, not quite, but nearly, arm in arm.
Invitations had gone out to a very, very select few, with a simple, elegant script detailing the place and time for the patron's gala of The Institute. Everyone knew what institute. 'Torchwood' had become some dirty word only whispered in back alleyways, shady government proceedings, and very kinky boudoirs. Watching Clark's lips as he half-listened to his sports talk, Jack couldn't help but wonder if Clark and Lex had a boudoir like that.
Jack said appropriate things at the appropriate intervals and really tried to think with his upstairs brain, but Clark was definitely an eleven on his scale of one to ten. In theory, he was supposed to be schmoozing with Lex and his plus one to ensure LexCorp's continued support of the Institute. More than that, though, his super secret stealth mission was to get Lex to double his usual contribution this year in order to fund a massive laboratory expansion project. Lex, being Lex, however, just couldn't resist doing business when there were other businessmen around, which left Clark and Jack knocking back beers and eye-fucking in the bartending corner of the room.
Okay, so Jack wasn't entirely sure that Clark knew about the eye-fucking, but that occasional flirty arch of eyebrow said Clark had some kind of clue. Considering his situation, though, it was highly unlikely that Clark would jeopardize his relationship with Lex Prince-of-the-Planet Luthor for some coatroom fun with Jack, which was why he was relieved and only a little miffed when Lex returned to the party of two.
"So how are you two doing?" Lex had a voice like spoken sex and Jack wondered how many arguments had been won by Lex rolling something sexy off the tip of his tongue. Seeing Clark lick his lips before speaking made it pretty clear that Jack wasn't the only one turned on by how verbally luscious Lex could be. Really, Lex was a catch from every angle, especially when suited and dapper. Maybe if Jack played it right, he could get a package deal.
"We were just talking about sports and stuff." Clark nodded in Jack's general direction, but his smile was all for Lex. "You, uh, ready to go?" Clark was clearly hoping to take out the pike in his pants for target practice tonight. Jack snickered, tipping his glass to drain it.
"And what are you laughing at Captain?" With one eyebrow lifted to match his half-smirk, Lex oozed amused confidence, as if patiently waiting for someone to say something worthy of his wit.
"You two." Jack set his empty glass down, with a faint clink of ice, and looked pointedly from Lex to Clark and back again. "I just wondered if you might like a few extra hands tonight … or anything else, really."
Lex's smile was wide and wicked, sensual and wholly his. "Why, Jack, I hadn't realized The Institute was a full-service organization."
Jack licked his lips and shrugged. "It is tonight."