Very Bad Decisions
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Lex slammed the phone down, extremely pissed off. He got up and started pacing up and down the the lounge of his Metropolis appartment.
"Okay... fine she won't speak to me because she's *busy* with her *friend* Eric. Apparently their relationship extended further than I first perceived." he said to himself, staring at the ground.
"I seriously couldn't care though. Why would I be interested in Chloe's sex life? Especially since it doesn't involve me? So what if there's another man with her at this very moment...? So what if he's holding her... touching her... kissing her...? She wouldn't use ice cream on him would she...?" Lex sighed and crashed into his couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table.
The man was was too tired to think and the fact that he'd been talking to himself more often during the past few days was anything but an indication of good mental health. Thoughts of Chloe and himself sprawled together in the limo re-entered his mind for what seemed like the billionth time. Maybe she'd stop by later... she said she might...
"Focus Luthor- forget about her." Lex snapped to himself moodily. He didn't have time to think about Chloe... not when his entire industry was at stake.
The man reached over to the table and poured himself a drink. He... felt strangely alone. Maybe he should just give up; loose his fortune and send in his résumé to Walmart.
Lex groaned into his drink... alchohol never did anyone any good, but he was desperate. He needed anything to drown out her seductive voice that was echoing in his mind, drawing out images of her soft skin and the way she'd tasted that afternoon... so much for not thinking about her.
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"Oh my God Chloe- I swear if you turn into a lovesick puppy when you're hot for someone!" Eric stated, rolling his eyes.
The two were unloading the last two boxes from Chloe's beatle convertable hauling them up the stairs to her dorm room.
"Do I look like a love-sick puppy that's hot for someone?" the angry girl snapped, glaring at her friend. She'd been a little distracted- but she hadn't done anything to relay the fact that she was thinking about the Luthor.
"I can tell when you're hot for someone... you're hair is extra flippy and you get so forgetful that you wear two different earings. If that doesn't scream I-want-Lex-Luthor I don't know what does." he said dropping the box to the dusty floor with a thud.
"Eric you know I have issues with my hair, and as for the earings... they're a fashion statement." Chloe stated self conciously fingering the silver hoop on one ear and the diamond stud on the other.
"Yes well I'm sure the cast of That 70's Show would like their fashion statement returned Chloe. Now look- we've got all your boxes upstairs and you can unpack them after we have our interviews at the planet tomorrow morning. So get your ass over to that man's appartment and stop driving me insane with your constant zoning out." Eric said in a breath, grabbing Chloe's keys and jacket, grabbing her hand before leading her out the door.
"B-But it's already close to midnight?" she argued trying to pull away.
"Luthors don't function according to daylight hours- they buy their own time zones. Besides we know where he lives now- he's not the toughest person to track down." he explained.
"Fine... okay... I'm going." Chloe smiled, "You've convinced me."
"Good now get a move on and have fun oh- and try to keep your underwear on."
"Eric!"
"What?"
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Lex Luthor was drunk. Not the tipsy-falling-over-things drunk, but full on I'm-doing-a-handstand-for-the-hell-of-it-drunk... and this is how Chloe found him as she entered his appartment and looked around for him.
"Lex? Are you descent? You're oh-so-friendly-staff told me you were in your bedroom tryi-" Chloe stopped short when she saw the position he was in. Lex was doing a handstand, his back supported by the wall next to his bed. The only the thing he wore was the bottom half of his red silk pj's- a contrast to his bare chest, dimly lit by the light from the fireplace.
"Sullivan! You came!" Lex said with a grin, lifting his head up slightly.
"Y-yeah... maybe this isn't a good time," she said uncertainly, standing at the entrance of the room. It had a warmer quality about it and was quite different from the rest of his appartment. She'd never seen Lex like this before: drunk- and more importantly missing a shirt...
"This is a perfect time. Out of all the women I could have in my room right now I'm glad that it's you!" Lex said loudly, adjusting his arms to get a better grip on the soft rug.
"Oh, well I'm so glad you like me chest... best. I meant like me best." Chloe said quickly, covering up her slip of the tongue.
"Oh... did my naked chest turn Chloe Sullivan on?" Lex asked with false concern, ending with a small hiccup.
She glared at him, "What would you know anyway, you're drunk."
"Well I'm drunk, not deaf. I do believe your verbal judo is slipping." he grinned as he flexed the lean muscles in his arms.
Chloe rolled her eyes and sat down on the rug in front of him, looking at him from an upside down angle.
"You know insults coming from a half naked drunk guy just don't have the same bite... I guess I should leave and let you get back to... er... pooling your blood to your brain." she smiled, but didn't make any effort to get up.
"Nonsense! I'm almost done, my arms have gone numb so it's only a matter of time before they give way and I break my back." Lex laughed, then hiccuped again.
"You're not going to break your back Luthor. I'm sure that stick you have shoved up your ass provides extra support." She commented lightly.
"The lady wounds me!" Lex said dramatically, "I'd snap back at you, but I'm afraid you'll have to settle for this..."
Lex Luthor stuck his tongue out at her.
"...and you wonder why a woman hasn't snatched you up already?" Chloe asked as she removed her denim jacket, tossing it onto his huge circular bed. She frowned.
"Luthor? Why is your bed round?"
Lex grinned, "Push the button on the side," he instructed.
Chloe punched the large red button next to her and suddenly the enormous bed began to revolve around at a slow pace.
"Niiiice..." Chloe said with a laugh.
"I thought you'd appreciate that." he said, "I mean you do after all own those handcuffs of yours. I never actually got to ask you about those. I thought about them more than I should have..." he trailed off.
Chloe hit the button again to make the bed stop, letting her eyes trail up the young man's firm body. Was it her fault that her line of sight happened to coincide with an interesting part of his anatomy?
"Well if I *do* ever use them it wouldn't be with you." she smirked.
"So I'm good enough for dessert, but not for handcuffs?" Lex asked insulted, tilting his head up slightly. He was pretty certain that he had lost all feeling in his arms at this point. He couldn't say the same about other parts though...
"Correct. Now can we change the subject? We could discuss. oh, I don't know- why the hell you're so drunk?"
"I've spent the last week proposing to women and none of them want me. If that doesn't make a man want to drown his misery I don't know what does. The fact that I kept thinking about *you* didn't help either." He snapped. "Ufortunately you were preoccupied at the time of my phone call..."
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Lex slammed the phone down, extremely pissed off. He got up and started pacing up and down the the lounge of his Metropolis appartment.
"Okay... fine she won't speak to me because she's *busy* with her *friend* Eric. Apparently their relationship extended further than I first perceived." he said to himself, staring at the ground.
"I seriously couldn't care though. Why would I be interested in Chloe's sex life? Especially since it doesn't involve me? So what if there's another man with her at this very moment...? So what if he's holding her... touching her... kissing her...? She wouldn't use ice cream on him would she...?" Lex sighed and crashed into his couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table.
The man was was too tired to think and the fact that he'd been talking to himself more often during the past few days was anything but an indication of good mental health. Thoughts of Chloe and himself sprawled together in the limo re-entered his mind for what seemed like the billionth time. Maybe she'd stop by later... she said she might...
"Focus Luthor- forget about her." Lex snapped to himself moodily. He didn't have time to think about Chloe... not when his entire industry was at stake.
The man reached over to the table and poured himself a drink. He... felt strangely alone. Maybe he should just give up; loose his fortune and send in his résumé to Walmart.
Lex groaned into his drink... alchohol never did anyone any good, but he was desperate. He needed anything to drown out her seductive voice that was echoing in his mind, drawing out images of her soft skin and the way she'd tasted that afternoon... so much for not thinking about her.
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"Oh my God Chloe- I swear if you turn into a lovesick puppy when you're hot for someone!" Eric stated, rolling his eyes.
The two were unloading the last two boxes from Chloe's beatle convertable hauling them up the stairs to her dorm room.
"Do I look like a love-sick puppy that's hot for someone?" the angry girl snapped, glaring at her friend. She'd been a little distracted- but she hadn't done anything to relay the fact that she was thinking about the Luthor.
"I can tell when you're hot for someone... you're hair is extra flippy and you get so forgetful that you wear two different earings. If that doesn't scream I-want-Lex-Luthor I don't know what does." he said dropping the box to the dusty floor with a thud.
"Eric you know I have issues with my hair, and as for the earings... they're a fashion statement." Chloe stated self conciously fingering the silver hoop on one ear and the diamond stud on the other.
"Yes well I'm sure the cast of That 70's Show would like their fashion statement returned Chloe. Now look- we've got all your boxes upstairs and you can unpack them after we have our interviews at the planet tomorrow morning. So get your ass over to that man's appartment and stop driving me insane with your constant zoning out." Eric said in a breath, grabbing Chloe's keys and jacket, grabbing her hand before leading her out the door.
"B-But it's already close to midnight?" she argued trying to pull away.
"Luthors don't function according to daylight hours- they buy their own time zones. Besides we know where he lives now- he's not the toughest person to track down." he explained.
"Fine... okay... I'm going." Chloe smiled, "You've convinced me."
"Good now get a move on and have fun oh- and try to keep your underwear on."
"Eric!"
"What?"
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Lex Luthor was drunk. Not the tipsy-falling-over-things drunk, but full on I'm-doing-a-handstand-for-the-hell-of-it-drunk... and this is how Chloe found him as she entered his appartment and looked around for him.
"Lex? Are you descent? You're oh-so-friendly-staff told me you were in your bedroom tryi-" Chloe stopped short when she saw the position he was in. Lex was doing a handstand, his back supported by the wall next to his bed. The only the thing he wore was the bottom half of his red silk pj's- a contrast to his bare chest, dimly lit by the light from the fireplace.
"Sullivan! You came!" Lex said with a grin, lifting his head up slightly.
"Y-yeah... maybe this isn't a good time," she said uncertainly, standing at the entrance of the room. It had a warmer quality about it and was quite different from the rest of his appartment. She'd never seen Lex like this before: drunk- and more importantly missing a shirt...
"This is a perfect time. Out of all the women I could have in my room right now I'm glad that it's you!" Lex said loudly, adjusting his arms to get a better grip on the soft rug.
"Oh, well I'm so glad you like me chest... best. I meant like me best." Chloe said quickly, covering up her slip of the tongue.
"Oh... did my naked chest turn Chloe Sullivan on?" Lex asked with false concern, ending with a small hiccup.
She glared at him, "What would you know anyway, you're drunk."
"Well I'm drunk, not deaf. I do believe your verbal judo is slipping." he grinned as he flexed the lean muscles in his arms.
Chloe rolled her eyes and sat down on the rug in front of him, looking at him from an upside down angle.
"You know insults coming from a half naked drunk guy just don't have the same bite... I guess I should leave and let you get back to... er... pooling your blood to your brain." she smiled, but didn't make any effort to get up.
"Nonsense! I'm almost done, my arms have gone numb so it's only a matter of time before they give way and I break my back." Lex laughed, then hiccuped again.
"You're not going to break your back Luthor. I'm sure that stick you have shoved up your ass provides extra support." She commented lightly.
"The lady wounds me!" Lex said dramatically, "I'd snap back at you, but I'm afraid you'll have to settle for this..."
Lex Luthor stuck his tongue out at her.
"...and you wonder why a woman hasn't snatched you up already?" Chloe asked as she removed her denim jacket, tossing it onto his huge circular bed. She frowned.
"Luthor? Why is your bed round?"
Lex grinned, "Push the button on the side," he instructed.
Chloe punched the large red button next to her and suddenly the enormous bed began to revolve around at a slow pace.
"Niiiice..." Chloe said with a laugh.
"I thought you'd appreciate that." he said, "I mean you do after all own those handcuffs of yours. I never actually got to ask you about those. I thought about them more than I should have..." he trailed off.
Chloe hit the button again to make the bed stop, letting her eyes trail up the young man's firm body. Was it her fault that her line of sight happened to coincide with an interesting part of his anatomy?
"Well if I *do* ever use them it wouldn't be with you." she smirked.
"So I'm good enough for dessert, but not for handcuffs?" Lex asked insulted, tilting his head up slightly. He was pretty certain that he had lost all feeling in his arms at this point. He couldn't say the same about other parts though...
"Correct. Now can we change the subject? We could discuss. oh, I don't know- why the hell you're so drunk?"
"I've spent the last week proposing to women and none of them want me. If that doesn't make a man want to drown his misery I don't know what does. The fact that I kept thinking about *you* didn't help either." He snapped. "Ufortunately you were preoccupied at the time of my phone call..."
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