Title: Trivial 10: American Heavy Metal
Author: Kel
Rating: PG for innuendo
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Archive: Knock yourself out
Summary: Clark, Lex, motorcycles
Notes: Chrissie the Rogue for the idea, Ghini & KC for audiencing.
"Get your motor runnin.... get out on the high-- hey! You cut off my music!"
"Oh. Is that what it was?"
"Leeeeeex..."
"Clark, it's music when you listen to it. It's painful when you sing it."
"Meanie. I sing just fine."
"Clark, there is a reason why the artist is paid and you're not. Namely, they do it better."
"God, you sound like my Dad. 'Son, hearing it once is enough.' He says that *all* the time."
"God forbid that I should sound like Jonathan Kent."
"Hey! That's my dad."
"Who hates my guts for no reason other than my last name. I'm allowed."
"Okay, okay. Geeze. You'd think the two of you would figure out you got one thing in common."
"And what, pray tell, is that?"
"You both hate your father."
"And we both love you."
"Aw... yeah, that too."
"If you're going to listen to that god-awful music, follow me."
"Where are we going?"
"Only one way to find out, farmboy. Come on, chop-chop."
"Right, right. Oh, Wow. Wow. Lex. That's a... that's..."
"A motorcycle."
"A motorcycle!!"
"Yes, it is. And this is a helmet. And these are the keys."
"Helmet!! Keys!! You... you can... oh man!"
"Do you even know what you're riding, Clark?"
"2002 Harley Davidson Dyna Wide-Glide in Royal Purple and chrome with a high back saddle and a V-twin engine."
"Very good, my young Pad--apprentice. You're learning. Who taught you the appreciation?"
"My Dad. He loves motorcycles; he's got an old Indian that he keeps working on and rebuilding. So that's a third thing you two have in common."
"I don't think I'll quite be bonding with Jonathan anytime soon, Clark."
"This is a beautiful machine."
"Friends don't let friends drive riceburners, Clark. Remember that. Put your helmet on."
"That's mean, Lex."
"And it's also true."
"Well... I didn't say it wasn't true, just that it was mean."
"Clark... Harley Davidsons are works of art. They're pure American heavy metal, and despite the import bikes, the only one you will ever see me riding. I own a Ducati, I own several other upscale bikes, I was even given a Honda Goldwing once, but Harley-Davidson is an addiction, my friend. It gets in your blood, and it just will not let you go."
"You know something, Lex?"
"What?"
"You're sexy when you talk about your motorcycles."
"Oh, you think so? Sure it's not just all the leather talking?"
"Well... it could be."
"Leather's a part of the whole experience."
"Lex..."
"Yes?"
"We're riding a bike, not having sex."
"Heathen. A good ride is better than sex."
"Loaded statement, Lex. A ride is a ride, whether it's on the bike or... elsewhere."
"Trust me, a ride on a Harley is like nothing else."
"Lex?"
"Yeah?"
"Show me?"
THE END
Author: Kel
Rating: PG for innuendo
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Archive: Knock yourself out
Summary: Clark, Lex, motorcycles
Notes: Chrissie the Rogue for the idea, Ghini & KC for audiencing.
"Get your motor runnin.... get out on the high-- hey! You cut off my music!"
"Oh. Is that what it was?"
"Leeeeeex..."
"Clark, it's music when you listen to it. It's painful when you sing it."
"Meanie. I sing just fine."
"Clark, there is a reason why the artist is paid and you're not. Namely, they do it better."
"God, you sound like my Dad. 'Son, hearing it once is enough.' He says that *all* the time."
"God forbid that I should sound like Jonathan Kent."
"Hey! That's my dad."
"Who hates my guts for no reason other than my last name. I'm allowed."
"Okay, okay. Geeze. You'd think the two of you would figure out you got one thing in common."
"And what, pray tell, is that?"
"You both hate your father."
"And we both love you."
"Aw... yeah, that too."
"If you're going to listen to that god-awful music, follow me."
"Where are we going?"
"Only one way to find out, farmboy. Come on, chop-chop."
"Right, right. Oh, Wow. Wow. Lex. That's a... that's..."
"A motorcycle."
"A motorcycle!!"
"Yes, it is. And this is a helmet. And these are the keys."
"Helmet!! Keys!! You... you can... oh man!"
"Do you even know what you're riding, Clark?"
"2002 Harley Davidson Dyna Wide-Glide in Royal Purple and chrome with a high back saddle and a V-twin engine."
"Very good, my young Pad--apprentice. You're learning. Who taught you the appreciation?"
"My Dad. He loves motorcycles; he's got an old Indian that he keeps working on and rebuilding. So that's a third thing you two have in common."
"I don't think I'll quite be bonding with Jonathan anytime soon, Clark."
"This is a beautiful machine."
"Friends don't let friends drive riceburners, Clark. Remember that. Put your helmet on."
"That's mean, Lex."
"And it's also true."
"Well... I didn't say it wasn't true, just that it was mean."
"Clark... Harley Davidsons are works of art. They're pure American heavy metal, and despite the import bikes, the only one you will ever see me riding. I own a Ducati, I own several other upscale bikes, I was even given a Honda Goldwing once, but Harley-Davidson is an addiction, my friend. It gets in your blood, and it just will not let you go."
"You know something, Lex?"
"What?"
"You're sexy when you talk about your motorcycles."
"Oh, you think so? Sure it's not just all the leather talking?"
"Well... it could be."
"Leather's a part of the whole experience."
"Lex..."
"Yes?"
"We're riding a bike, not having sex."
"Heathen. A good ride is better than sex."
"Loaded statement, Lex. A ride is a ride, whether it's on the bike or... elsewhere."
"Trust me, a ride on a Harley is like nothing else."
"Lex?"
"Yeah?"
"Show me?"
THE END