Title: Trivial 23: On The Phone Again... Just Can't Wait To Be On Hold Again...
Author: Kel
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: Um... NC-17ish
Summary: In Which Lex Is On Hold And Clark Entertains Him
Archive: Knock yourself out; http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=851654
Notes: For Amy and Ghini, who insisted
"Fuck."
"Me?"
"No, not you, Clark. My father."
"You want to fuck your father?"
"Dear God no. That's... has anyone ever told you that you're a sick man, Clark?"
"Only you, Lex. So what's the problem?"
"This music."
"Music? If you want music, turn on the radio."
"Don't be asinine, Clark."
"Ooh, you're trotting out the big words. You're pissed."
"I've been on hold for the last twenty minutes, and it's the most obnoxious muzak ever created and it's setting my teeth on edge."
"So who would dare to put the Great and Powerful Lex Luthor on hold with crappy music?"
"My father. Done deliberately to piss me off."
"Sounds like it's working beautifully."
"Clark, blow me."
"Kiss my ass too."
"No, I'm serious. Come over here and blow me. If I have to be on hold, I might as well get something out of it."
"Nice to know I've fulfilled my life's fantasy to be the sexual plaything of a multibillionaire."
"You say that like there's a problem."
"No, no problem at all. I can practice my striptease."
"Your... striptease? Oh. I um... I'm beginning to adore this music."
"Just wait until you see what I can do in a thong."
"Thong? Is there something I should know about you, Clark? Have you been moonlighting somewhere?"
"Playboy TV. I know what men want."
"Sultry voice... not you, Clark."
"At least I tried."
"Naked looks good on you."
"It does on you too."
"I need those pants."
"Not for this you don't."
"Oh, God. Fuck. Don't... yeah. Okay. Like that."
"Lex?"
"Dad? I'm going to have to put you on hold. Something...ah, something came up."
*click*
End
Author: Kel
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: Um... NC-17ish
Summary: In Which Lex Is On Hold And Clark Entertains Him
Archive: Knock yourself out; http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=851654
Notes: For Amy and Ghini, who insisted
"Fuck."
"Me?"
"No, not you, Clark. My father."
"You want to fuck your father?"
"Dear God no. That's... has anyone ever told you that you're a sick man, Clark?"
"Only you, Lex. So what's the problem?"
"This music."
"Music? If you want music, turn on the radio."
"Don't be asinine, Clark."
"Ooh, you're trotting out the big words. You're pissed."
"I've been on hold for the last twenty minutes, and it's the most obnoxious muzak ever created and it's setting my teeth on edge."
"So who would dare to put the Great and Powerful Lex Luthor on hold with crappy music?"
"My father. Done deliberately to piss me off."
"Sounds like it's working beautifully."
"Clark, blow me."
"Kiss my ass too."
"No, I'm serious. Come over here and blow me. If I have to be on hold, I might as well get something out of it."
"Nice to know I've fulfilled my life's fantasy to be the sexual plaything of a multibillionaire."
"You say that like there's a problem."
"No, no problem at all. I can practice my striptease."
"Your... striptease? Oh. I um... I'm beginning to adore this music."
"Just wait until you see what I can do in a thong."
"Thong? Is there something I should know about you, Clark? Have you been moonlighting somewhere?"
"Playboy TV. I know what men want."
"Sultry voice... not you, Clark."
"At least I tried."
"Naked looks good on you."
"It does on you too."
"I need those pants."
"Not for this you don't."
"Oh, God. Fuck. Don't... yeah. Okay. Like that."
"Lex?"
"Dad? I'm going to have to put you on hold. Something...ah, something came up."
*click*
End