Title: Trivial 42: Sugar Rush
Author: Kel
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: In Which Clark Is Hyperactive
Archive: Knock Yourself Out
Notes: Hugs to my Bunnies because I couldn't have done this without your help.
"My God, Clark. What all do you have?"
"Pop Rocks, Nerds, Blow Pops, Chupa Chups, Dum-Dums, Kit Kats, a chocolate orange, some M&Ms--"
"Where did you get all this?"
"Um... the store at the end of Route 5. I needed to replenish my stash."
"Your... stash?"
"Yeah, my stash." *points to box* "See, I keep this stuck under the bed. And then, when I get hungry, I can just reach under there and grab it."
"You are going to be *so* hyper, Clark."
"You should have seen it before I started the movie."
"Before? How much have you had already?"
"Um... half a box of Twinkies, a two liter bottle of Coke, and three of those little Ferrero Rocher things. You ever had those things, Lex? They've got this stuff in them, hazelnut and choclate, and they're really yummy. You peel it out of this gold foil--"
"*CLARK!*"
"Yeah?"
"Breathe."
"Okay. I'm breathing."
"That 'stuff' is called nutella. And no more for you. I don't want to have to peel you off the ceiling."
"You won't have to peel me off the ceiling."
"Oh?"
"Nope. I can think of lots of stuff to do to burn off the sugar."
*sigh* "Why does that frighten me, Clark?"
"Um... cause you can't keep up with me?"
"That sounds dangerously close to a challenge, Clark. Are you challenging me to try and keep up with you?"
"Well... okay, yeah."
"And what do I get if I win?"
"What do you want?"
"The winner gets to dress the loser up. In drag. And take him out clubbing in Metropolis Saturday night."
"Lex! A *dress??*"
"Well... it's either that, or you let me buy you a decent wardrobe that doesn't include flannel. Besides... you're the one who challenged *me,* Clark... why do you assume you'll be the one wearing the dress?"
"Because you've got that really sharky look in your eye like you're just waiting to pounce on the next unsuspecting person to walk into your lair and that happens to be me."
"Clark, Clark, Clark. You're being paranoid. And backpedaling nicely too. Put the sugar down and follow me."
"Just so you know something, Lex. I make a really ugly woman."
"How do you know? Have you tried it before? You're a beautiful man, Clark. I'd be willing to bet you make a beautiful woman."
"I really, really hate you, Lex."
"No you don't."
"Okay. You're right. I don't. But still."
"Are you forfeiting the bet?"
"No."
"Then strip and get in bed."
"Yes sir, Mr. Luthor, sir."
The End
Author: Kel
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: In Which Clark Is Hyperactive
Archive: Knock Yourself Out
Notes: Hugs to my Bunnies because I couldn't have done this without your help.
"My God, Clark. What all do you have?"
"Pop Rocks, Nerds, Blow Pops, Chupa Chups, Dum-Dums, Kit Kats, a chocolate orange, some M&Ms--"
"Where did you get all this?"
"Um... the store at the end of Route 5. I needed to replenish my stash."
"Your... stash?"
"Yeah, my stash." *points to box* "See, I keep this stuck under the bed. And then, when I get hungry, I can just reach under there and grab it."
"You are going to be *so* hyper, Clark."
"You should have seen it before I started the movie."
"Before? How much have you had already?"
"Um... half a box of Twinkies, a two liter bottle of Coke, and three of those little Ferrero Rocher things. You ever had those things, Lex? They've got this stuff in them, hazelnut and choclate, and they're really yummy. You peel it out of this gold foil--"
"*CLARK!*"
"Yeah?"
"Breathe."
"Okay. I'm breathing."
"That 'stuff' is called nutella. And no more for you. I don't want to have to peel you off the ceiling."
"You won't have to peel me off the ceiling."
"Oh?"
"Nope. I can think of lots of stuff to do to burn off the sugar."
*sigh* "Why does that frighten me, Clark?"
"Um... cause you can't keep up with me?"
"That sounds dangerously close to a challenge, Clark. Are you challenging me to try and keep up with you?"
"Well... okay, yeah."
"And what do I get if I win?"
"What do you want?"
"The winner gets to dress the loser up. In drag. And take him out clubbing in Metropolis Saturday night."
"Lex! A *dress??*"
"Well... it's either that, or you let me buy you a decent wardrobe that doesn't include flannel. Besides... you're the one who challenged *me,* Clark... why do you assume you'll be the one wearing the dress?"
"Because you've got that really sharky look in your eye like you're just waiting to pounce on the next unsuspecting person to walk into your lair and that happens to be me."
"Clark, Clark, Clark. You're being paranoid. And backpedaling nicely too. Put the sugar down and follow me."
"Just so you know something, Lex. I make a really ugly woman."
"How do you know? Have you tried it before? You're a beautiful man, Clark. I'd be willing to bet you make a beautiful woman."
"I really, really hate you, Lex."
"No you don't."
"Okay. You're right. I don't. But still."
"Are you forfeiting the bet?"
"No."
"Then strip and get in bed."
"Yes sir, Mr. Luthor, sir."
The End