Title: Trivial 34: Inheritance
Author: Kel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: In Which Clark And Lex Discuss Heredity
Notes: For Alax, who came up with the idea. And for poor little Clark, who gets to suffer through my own Lionel fascination as it's projected onto him. ::hug Clark now::
"Hey, Lex... did you know omnisexuality passes from father to son?"
"What in God's name are you talking about, Clark?"
"Well... look at your dad. He does the same thing you do. Pool balls, fencing foils, the pointed comments, the stares... he's as omnisexual as you are."
"This is an image I really don't need, Clark."
"Oh, come on, Lex. Don't tell me you haven't noticed. He plays with your balls all the time, and your stick too."
"My... balls?"
"Pool balls. I mean, the last few times he's been here, he's headed straight for the table for a few balls to fondle."
"Clark. Please. This entire conversation is very... disturbing. It's taking me into territory I do *not* need to be visiting."
"Not to mention the way he's always pointing his foil around at you."
"CLARK. Please. I truly do not need this imagery in my head."
"I shouldn't mention the thing he does with the brandy glass then, dragging his fingers over the curve?"
"No, you shouldn't. And frankly, I'm frightened that *you* notice it!"
"I can't help it. I'm so used to seeing it with you, that I automatically notice when anyone else does it. Only this time, it's your dad doing it."
"Clark, if you do not shut up, I am going to have to hurt you."
"At least you come by it honestly, Lex."
"One more word, Clark, and I'm going to muzzle you. With my foot up your ass."
"But--"
"Lex!! Son!"
"Dad... this is not a good time."
End
Author: Kel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: In Which Clark And Lex Discuss Heredity
Notes: For Alax, who came up with the idea. And for poor little Clark, who gets to suffer through my own Lionel fascination as it's projected onto him. ::hug Clark now::
"Hey, Lex... did you know omnisexuality passes from father to son?"
"What in God's name are you talking about, Clark?"
"Well... look at your dad. He does the same thing you do. Pool balls, fencing foils, the pointed comments, the stares... he's as omnisexual as you are."
"This is an image I really don't need, Clark."
"Oh, come on, Lex. Don't tell me you haven't noticed. He plays with your balls all the time, and your stick too."
"My... balls?"
"Pool balls. I mean, the last few times he's been here, he's headed straight for the table for a few balls to fondle."
"Clark. Please. This entire conversation is very... disturbing. It's taking me into territory I do *not* need to be visiting."
"Not to mention the way he's always pointing his foil around at you."
"CLARK. Please. I truly do not need this imagery in my head."
"I shouldn't mention the thing he does with the brandy glass then, dragging his fingers over the curve?"
"No, you shouldn't. And frankly, I'm frightened that *you* notice it!"
"I can't help it. I'm so used to seeing it with you, that I automatically notice when anyone else does it. Only this time, it's your dad doing it."
"Clark, if you do not shut up, I am going to have to hurt you."
"At least you come by it honestly, Lex."
"One more word, Clark, and I'm going to muzzle you. With my foot up your ass."
"But--"
"Lex!! Son!"
"Dad... this is not a good time."
End