Summary: When Lex allows Clark to throw a party at his house things get a
little out of hand prompting Clark to wonder what, exactly, was in the
punch. Clex.
Chapter 1- AAARRGGGHHHHH
Clark walked in to the Talon and looked around anxiously. His eyes passed over Chloe sitting at a table in a dim, cozy corner and moved over the other patrons until he found who he was looking for. Lex. He was sitting at a table alone, sipping cappuccino with his back to the door. This gave Clark the opportunity to observe the man unnoticed for a moment. He gazed at the pale skin, the muscled forearms exposed by rolled up sleeves, the elegant hands. Clark's eyelids began to drift shut as he grew languorous at the thought of those hands touching his body. . .
"Hey Clark, over here." Clark nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his name. He saw that Lex had turned around and was waving him over to his table. He hurried nervously over, sat down, and said, "Hi Lex," a bit too loudly, the words sounding like a squeak.
"Hi Clark," said Lex, with an amused look. "Are you all right? You seem a bit jumpy."
"Oh yeah. I'm fine Lex. Great. Never better."
Lex looked at him for a moment and said, "Clark, I think maybe you should forgo the coffee today. You seem. . . caffeinated . . . enough already."
"Oh, yeah, sure," said Clark distractedly.
"So about the party this weekend-"
"Party?" Clark jumped again, trying hard to focus on the other boy's words and not his soft, inviting lips.
"Yeah, you know. The one where I let all your hormonally challenged friends into my house to make out in the closets and hang from the chandeliers."
"Oh, yeah, that," Clark said, giggling shrilly.
"Ok, Clark what's going on? What's making you act so wired?"
"Nothing," Clark said in a sing song voice, trying to sound innocent and glancing around at the other patrons, refusing to meet Lex's eyes. Of course this only served to increase Lex's suspicions that something was up. And something WAS up. Clark blushed furiously at the thought.
Just then Lex glanced in the general direction of Clark's gaze. "Oh," he said, seeing Princess Lana taking an order at a table nearby, "Of course." His stomach clenched at the sight of the beautiful girl and the silly grin on Clark's red face. 'If he looked at me like that I would quit taking orders and drag him into the backroom and. . .' the thought of what he would do with Clark in the backroom of the Talon caused an uncomfortable tightening in his groin. He tried to calm himself by taking deep breaths, but he only succeeded in causing the feeling of excitement to uncoil in his stomach and spread throughout his body. 'Stop it Luthor. He'll never look at you like that. It's Lana he wants.' This thought succeeded where deep breaths did not. Unfortunately, it also caused a great well of bitterness to rise in his chest. He glared daggers of hatred at Lana as she smiled obliviously at customers. Clark was still staring at the spot where Lana had been with dreamy eyes. She had moved on to other tables and Lex wondered what was going on in Clark's mind that was more interesting to him than watching the girl herself.
"So Clark," Lex tried again. "Pete was in here earlier and he offered to make punch for the party. He said it was a secret family recipe. I told him that sounded great. . . Then he offered me a blowjob and I said yes. . . In fact he couldn't wait to get started so he got down on the floor and did me right here."
"Wha-Oh, that's nice Lex."
"Clark-," Lex started to tell the boy off but the whole thing suddenly struck him as funny. He started laughing and thought that perhaps it was best Clark hadn't heard that last part. It might have been a tad obvious.
"Well, I suppose it's obvious," Clark sighed, more to himself than to Lex.
"WHAT!!?" 'Oh, dear God the boy couldn't be psychic, could he?'
"Well, that I'm a bit distracted today."
After Lex's heart climbed back out of his bladder he smirked at Clark with an expression that said, 'No shit Sherlock.' He was very glad that Clark did not appear to be psychic after all, just a bit on edge about something.
"Lex, if I tell you something, do you promise not to think I'm weird and stop talking to me?"
"Of course, Clark. You can tell me anything. I promise not to judge you," 'As if I could ever just stop talking to you even if I wanted to,' thought Lex.
"Well, here goes nothing. This is something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I wasn't sure. . . Well, the thing is Lex. . . I. . . I lo-"
"Hey guys. What can I bring you?" Lana cut in with her bright, cheerful voice. Lex looked at her with mild irritation for interrupting when Clark was about to confide something that was obviously important. Well, ordering a drink would only take a second. He just hoped Clark wouldn't lose his nerve and be unable to continue.
Suddenly there was a series of strangled choking noises from a nearby table. As Lex looked around he saw Chloe, growling frustratedly, making her way toward them with bared teeth and a homicidal glint in her eye. She walked right up to Lana and just looked at her for a long moment, breathing heavily and clenching her fists tightly. "Is something wrong, Chloe?" asked Lana with friendly concern.
"I. You. ARRGGGGHHHHH. I. Am. Going. To. KILL YOU," Chloe ground out, still breathing heavily. Then she grabbed Lana's arm and started dragging her roughly away from the table. "I cannot BELIEVE you did that. What is WRONG with you? Are you BLIND? CRAZY? AARRGGGGHHHH," Chloe continued to rant to a very frightened looking Lana until she was out of earshot.
Clark and Lex looked at each other in shock. "What the Hell?" asked Lex. Clark just shrugged and threw up his hands, wondering what in the world Lana could have done to provoke such a reaction in calm, sweet, Chloe. Lex made a mental note to pull Chloe aside and question her, subtly or not so subtly, about whether she was getting involved with drugs.
"So what was it you wanted to tell me Clark?" Lex asked, trying to move past the shock of Chloe downshifting to psycho.
"Oh," said Clark, trying not to blush. "I just wanted to say I love your shirt. That color looks really great on you." 'Phew. That was a close call. What was I thinking? I almost told him I love him. Thank you Lana.'
"Thank you Clark. You had me worried for a moment. I was expecting some juicy, dark secret hidden beneath that farmboy exterior. There's nothing wrong with a compliment between friends. I definitely don't think you're weird." Lex smiled. 'The poor kid thinks saying that to a guy makes him gay. Don't I wish. I guess growing up with Jonathan Kent would warp anyone's mind that way. As if his constant mooning over Smallville's Princess wasn't proof enough that he was straight.'
"So do you want to come over tonight and iron out the details for the party? Maybe we could watch a movie or something afterwards," asked Lex, not letting his excitement at the prospect of a little Clarktime show.
"Sure, I'll come over after dinner."
"Great," Lex said, trying not to think too much about what sweet torture it would be to sit next to Clark on the couch, close enough to touch but unable to do more than accidentally-on purpose brush thighs or graze his hand on Clark's arm.
Chapter 1- AAARRGGGHHHHH
Clark walked in to the Talon and looked around anxiously. His eyes passed over Chloe sitting at a table in a dim, cozy corner and moved over the other patrons until he found who he was looking for. Lex. He was sitting at a table alone, sipping cappuccino with his back to the door. This gave Clark the opportunity to observe the man unnoticed for a moment. He gazed at the pale skin, the muscled forearms exposed by rolled up sleeves, the elegant hands. Clark's eyelids began to drift shut as he grew languorous at the thought of those hands touching his body. . .
"Hey Clark, over here." Clark nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his name. He saw that Lex had turned around and was waving him over to his table. He hurried nervously over, sat down, and said, "Hi Lex," a bit too loudly, the words sounding like a squeak.
"Hi Clark," said Lex, with an amused look. "Are you all right? You seem a bit jumpy."
"Oh yeah. I'm fine Lex. Great. Never better."
Lex looked at him for a moment and said, "Clark, I think maybe you should forgo the coffee today. You seem. . . caffeinated . . . enough already."
"Oh, yeah, sure," said Clark distractedly.
"So about the party this weekend-"
"Party?" Clark jumped again, trying hard to focus on the other boy's words and not his soft, inviting lips.
"Yeah, you know. The one where I let all your hormonally challenged friends into my house to make out in the closets and hang from the chandeliers."
"Oh, yeah, that," Clark said, giggling shrilly.
"Ok, Clark what's going on? What's making you act so wired?"
"Nothing," Clark said in a sing song voice, trying to sound innocent and glancing around at the other patrons, refusing to meet Lex's eyes. Of course this only served to increase Lex's suspicions that something was up. And something WAS up. Clark blushed furiously at the thought.
Just then Lex glanced in the general direction of Clark's gaze. "Oh," he said, seeing Princess Lana taking an order at a table nearby, "Of course." His stomach clenched at the sight of the beautiful girl and the silly grin on Clark's red face. 'If he looked at me like that I would quit taking orders and drag him into the backroom and. . .' the thought of what he would do with Clark in the backroom of the Talon caused an uncomfortable tightening in his groin. He tried to calm himself by taking deep breaths, but he only succeeded in causing the feeling of excitement to uncoil in his stomach and spread throughout his body. 'Stop it Luthor. He'll never look at you like that. It's Lana he wants.' This thought succeeded where deep breaths did not. Unfortunately, it also caused a great well of bitterness to rise in his chest. He glared daggers of hatred at Lana as she smiled obliviously at customers. Clark was still staring at the spot where Lana had been with dreamy eyes. She had moved on to other tables and Lex wondered what was going on in Clark's mind that was more interesting to him than watching the girl herself.
"So Clark," Lex tried again. "Pete was in here earlier and he offered to make punch for the party. He said it was a secret family recipe. I told him that sounded great. . . Then he offered me a blowjob and I said yes. . . In fact he couldn't wait to get started so he got down on the floor and did me right here."
"Wha-Oh, that's nice Lex."
"Clark-," Lex started to tell the boy off but the whole thing suddenly struck him as funny. He started laughing and thought that perhaps it was best Clark hadn't heard that last part. It might have been a tad obvious.
"Well, I suppose it's obvious," Clark sighed, more to himself than to Lex.
"WHAT!!?" 'Oh, dear God the boy couldn't be psychic, could he?'
"Well, that I'm a bit distracted today."
After Lex's heart climbed back out of his bladder he smirked at Clark with an expression that said, 'No shit Sherlock.' He was very glad that Clark did not appear to be psychic after all, just a bit on edge about something.
"Lex, if I tell you something, do you promise not to think I'm weird and stop talking to me?"
"Of course, Clark. You can tell me anything. I promise not to judge you," 'As if I could ever just stop talking to you even if I wanted to,' thought Lex.
"Well, here goes nothing. This is something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I wasn't sure. . . Well, the thing is Lex. . . I. . . I lo-"
"Hey guys. What can I bring you?" Lana cut in with her bright, cheerful voice. Lex looked at her with mild irritation for interrupting when Clark was about to confide something that was obviously important. Well, ordering a drink would only take a second. He just hoped Clark wouldn't lose his nerve and be unable to continue.
Suddenly there was a series of strangled choking noises from a nearby table. As Lex looked around he saw Chloe, growling frustratedly, making her way toward them with bared teeth and a homicidal glint in her eye. She walked right up to Lana and just looked at her for a long moment, breathing heavily and clenching her fists tightly. "Is something wrong, Chloe?" asked Lana with friendly concern.
"I. You. ARRGGGGHHHHH. I. Am. Going. To. KILL YOU," Chloe ground out, still breathing heavily. Then she grabbed Lana's arm and started dragging her roughly away from the table. "I cannot BELIEVE you did that. What is WRONG with you? Are you BLIND? CRAZY? AARRGGGGHHHH," Chloe continued to rant to a very frightened looking Lana until she was out of earshot.
Clark and Lex looked at each other in shock. "What the Hell?" asked Lex. Clark just shrugged and threw up his hands, wondering what in the world Lana could have done to provoke such a reaction in calm, sweet, Chloe. Lex made a mental note to pull Chloe aside and question her, subtly or not so subtly, about whether she was getting involved with drugs.
"So what was it you wanted to tell me Clark?" Lex asked, trying to move past the shock of Chloe downshifting to psycho.
"Oh," said Clark, trying not to blush. "I just wanted to say I love your shirt. That color looks really great on you." 'Phew. That was a close call. What was I thinking? I almost told him I love him. Thank you Lana.'
"Thank you Clark. You had me worried for a moment. I was expecting some juicy, dark secret hidden beneath that farmboy exterior. There's nothing wrong with a compliment between friends. I definitely don't think you're weird." Lex smiled. 'The poor kid thinks saying that to a guy makes him gay. Don't I wish. I guess growing up with Jonathan Kent would warp anyone's mind that way. As if his constant mooning over Smallville's Princess wasn't proof enough that he was straight.'
"So do you want to come over tonight and iron out the details for the party? Maybe we could watch a movie or something afterwards," asked Lex, not letting his excitement at the prospect of a little Clarktime show.
"Sure, I'll come over after dinner."
"Great," Lex said, trying not to think too much about what sweet torture it would be to sit next to Clark on the couch, close enough to touch but unable to do more than accidentally-on purpose brush thighs or graze his hand on Clark's arm.