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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Smallville
  Relationship:
      Clark_Kent/Lex_Luthor
  Character:
      Lex_Luthor, Clark_Kent
  Additional Tags:
      Red_Kryptonite
  Stats:
      Published: 2006-10-03 Words: 392
****** Breakables and All ******
by Sinisterf
Summary
     Lex could use a bit of a distraction.
"Clark?"
Lex was trying not to stare, really he was, but he just couldn’t help it. He
unconsciously fumbled with the fax he had just retrieved, slowly crumbling the
edges of the paper as he worked it back and forth in his hands. This was like a
dream. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
One moment his office was empty, and the next well...
"Yeah, Lex?" Clark leaned back in Lex’s ergonomic office chair. All confidence,
he stretched lazily as if he had been sitting there all day and needed a moment
to work the kinks out his body.
His nude, excellent, perfect body.
"You're not wearing any clothes," Lex sputtered, waving his crumpled fax at
Clark, the motion lingering over Clark’s exposed lower half.
And really Lex’s pants suddenly couldn’t be any tighter, they were getting
noticeably uncomfortable. Definitely not a dream, because his dreams usually
involved less pinching, and more over all nakedness.
"You work too much." Clark offered.
He rose from the chair, his body outlined by the multicolored sunlight shining
through the stained glass windows behind him. A glint of red flashed from his
hand as he casually pushed the chair back, drawing Lex’s eyes for a moment.
Was Clark wearing a ring? A ring with a red jewel?
There was something odd about it that made Lex feel like he should be worried,
if only he could get past the naked part.
Because Clark was naked, very naked, and Lex was finding it impossible to think
about anything else.
Leaning forward Clark swept everything from Lex’s desk, papers, breakables and
all. They crashed to the floor, the sharp disastrous sound of glass baubles
shattering mixed with the softer swishing of papers fluttering to the floor.
"I plan on distracting you," Clark said, hand lazily stroking himself, as he
lounged against Lex's now empty desk, legs opening slightly for a better view.
"And don’t argue, because I’ll win." The red glint moved up and down his hard
length with each stroke of his hand.
"Ok," Lex said breathlessly, his last ounce of self control going the way of
the contents of his desk. His eyes followed the mesmerizing movement of Clark’s
hand, breath hitching with each up and down slide. He let the forgotten fax
flutter to floor and mix with the other papers there, "You win."
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