Title: Trivial 35: Call For Mr. Luthor
Author: Kel
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: um... NC-17ish?
Summary: In Which Lex Is Having A Bad Day And Clark Cheers Him Up
Archive: Knock yourself out
Notes: For KC, Amy, Rogue and Ghini especially, but to *anyone* who's ever had a bad day and needed cheering up.
*ring* *ring* *ring*
"Hello?"
"Mr. Kent? This is Enrique. Master Lex is having a rather bad day; both his father and Dominic are here. Perhaps a phone call would be in order, to lighten his mood."
"Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. Thanks, Enrique. I appreciate the heads up."
"You're welcome, Mr. Kent. And please... don't mention my name."
"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." *click*
*ring* ring* *ring*
"Luthor."
"As soon as I'm done with my homework and my chores, I'm coming over there and ripping your shirt off with my teeth."
"What?"
"Oh, did I catch you at a bad time?"
"You could say that."
"People around? Like your Dad, maybe?"
"Yes, exactly."
"So... I shouldn't tell you how I'm going to bite my way down your chest after I rip your shirt off."
"No, that's not what I need to hear right now."
"Maybe you need to hear how I'd crawl under your desk while your Dad's there and give you a blow job. See if I could make you lose your cool. Scream out my name while your Dad's watching."
"That actually wouldn't be a feasible plan of action. And yes, Dad, I know your time is valuable; this is an important call. Deal with it."
"What wouldn't be feasible? Me fitting under your desk? Or sucking you off while your dad's there."
"Neither would be, actually."
"Don't you like the idea of my mouth wrapped around your cock?"
"Yes, I do."
"Trying not to think about it?"
"Absolutely right."
"Hard?"
"Very much so."
"Can you touch yourself?"
"No, that's not possible either, I'm afraid."
"Then you can listen to me touching myself."
"As I said, this really isn't the best time."
"You know, I'm thinking about you sitting in your office right now, and I know you're just dying to tell everyone to get the hell out so you can listen to me jack off for you, aren't you?"
"More than you realize."
"I'm also thinking of you naked, if that helps."
"It... really doesn't."
"Thinking of you hard and naked and fucking me... pounding my ass... *pant*... hands on my shoulders, squeezing..."
*muffled* "Dad... get the hell out. You too, Dominic. This is going to have to wait until later." *more mumbling* "Yes, I'm well aware of the fact you came all the way from Metropolis in your little helicopter. Get out of my office, and I'll deal with you tonight after dinner." *slam of doors* "Clark Jerome Kent... your ass is mine on a silver fucking platter."
"I certainly hope so, Lex."
The End
Author: Kel
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: um... NC-17ish?
Summary: In Which Lex Is Having A Bad Day And Clark Cheers Him Up
Archive: Knock yourself out
Notes: For KC, Amy, Rogue and Ghini especially, but to *anyone* who's ever had a bad day and needed cheering up.
*ring* *ring* *ring*
"Hello?"
"Mr. Kent? This is Enrique. Master Lex is having a rather bad day; both his father and Dominic are here. Perhaps a phone call would be in order, to lighten his mood."
"Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. Thanks, Enrique. I appreciate the heads up."
"You're welcome, Mr. Kent. And please... don't mention my name."
"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." *click*
*ring* ring* *ring*
"Luthor."
"As soon as I'm done with my homework and my chores, I'm coming over there and ripping your shirt off with my teeth."
"What?"
"Oh, did I catch you at a bad time?"
"You could say that."
"People around? Like your Dad, maybe?"
"Yes, exactly."
"So... I shouldn't tell you how I'm going to bite my way down your chest after I rip your shirt off."
"No, that's not what I need to hear right now."
"Maybe you need to hear how I'd crawl under your desk while your Dad's there and give you a blow job. See if I could make you lose your cool. Scream out my name while your Dad's watching."
"That actually wouldn't be a feasible plan of action. And yes, Dad, I know your time is valuable; this is an important call. Deal with it."
"What wouldn't be feasible? Me fitting under your desk? Or sucking you off while your dad's there."
"Neither would be, actually."
"Don't you like the idea of my mouth wrapped around your cock?"
"Yes, I do."
"Trying not to think about it?"
"Absolutely right."
"Hard?"
"Very much so."
"Can you touch yourself?"
"No, that's not possible either, I'm afraid."
"Then you can listen to me touching myself."
"As I said, this really isn't the best time."
"You know, I'm thinking about you sitting in your office right now, and I know you're just dying to tell everyone to get the hell out so you can listen to me jack off for you, aren't you?"
"More than you realize."
"I'm also thinking of you naked, if that helps."
"It... really doesn't."
"Thinking of you hard and naked and fucking me... pounding my ass... *pant*... hands on my shoulders, squeezing..."
*muffled* "Dad... get the hell out. You too, Dominic. This is going to have to wait until later." *more mumbling* "Yes, I'm well aware of the fact you came all the way from Metropolis in your little helicopter. Get out of my office, and I'll deal with you tonight after dinner." *slam of doors* "Clark Jerome Kent... your ass is mine on a silver fucking platter."
"I certainly hope so, Lex."
The End