puppy chow persuasion

Lex rapped lightly on the screen door before entering the Kent kitchen. Clark looked up for a second to see who it was, then focused again on the saucepan he had on the stove. He stirred the contents and raised the wooden spoon to lick it. Lex saw it was melted chocolate.

“Clark Kent, cooking?” Lex asked, raising a brow. “Did your mother finally tell you to do it yourself?”

“Mom and Dad aren’t here. They went into town for some stuff, and I’ve known how to make puppy chow since I was five,” Clark said.

“What on earth is puppy chow?”

Clark turned off the burner and brought the pan to the kitchen island. “You’re joking, right? You’ve never had it?”

“Candy and sweets weren’t really allowed in the Luthor household. My father believed too much of it would rot my already fragile brain,” Lex said, his voice dry. He picked up an open box of Rice Chex cereal. “I still don’t get it.”

“I’m going to cover the cereal with this chocolate peanut butter mixture, then coat it all with heaps of powdered sugar,” Clark said. He took the box from Lex and dumped a generous amount into the pan.

“And this is good?”

“It’s awesome. I can’t believe you’ve never had it before.”

“All right, all right. We can move past the missed cavities of my youth. Now why are you making this?”

“Well, it’s for a girl.”

“Lana?”

Clark shook his head and stirred the cereal, making sure each piece was evenly covered. “Another girl.”

“Chloe?”

“No.”

Lex frowned. “Well unless there’s a new girl in town, those are the only two you hang out with.”

“We have a new fan,” Clark said.

“We do?” Lex pivoted on his feet, searching. “Is she here?”

“No.”

“You know, Clark, you’re being awfully annoying.”

“Even more so than usual?” Clark smiled innocently. “Wanna hand me that bag of powdered sugar?”

Lex passed the Ziploc bag and watched Clark scoop the chocolate covered cereal inside, then seal it. Clark held it out to Lex.

“Shake it,” he said.

“Pardon me?”

“The bag, Lex.”

“Ah.”

Clark set the pan in the sink and ran the water. “Our new fan is being a little mysterious.”

“How so?”

“She won’t say who she likes better, you or me.”

Lex snorted, still shaking the bag. “That’s a no brainer. Me of course. What’s not to love? I’m rich, smart, gorgeous, and she’ll save money on shampoo.”

“Well, I’ll give you the shampoo part,” Clark said. “But seriously. She won’t say, so I’m making her puppy chow because I hear she likes it. I’m hoping she’ll spill the beans then.”

“You’re going to bribe her with sweets? How low,” Lex said. “Can I stop shaking this?”

Clark rolled his eyes. “Give it to me.” He emptied the bag onto a cookie sheet and spread it out. “Try some.”

Lex picked up a single piece and examined it. “Interesting.”

“Will you just eat it?!” Clark said, exasperation evident in his voice.

Lex smiled and popped it into his mouth. “Hmm. Not bad. Really though, you think she’ll talk just because you made her this?”

“I’m just curious. I want to know who she likes more.”

“Why?”

“I just do. I have to keep track of the Clark fans, and make sure you have fans, too.”

Lex’s eyebrows nearly hit his non-existent hairline. “You think I don’t have fans? I have fans, little boy. Plenty.”

“I know –”

“Clark fans just want you for your pretty eyes and nice hair and muscles,” Lex went on, clearly warming to the subject. “But Lex fans want me because I have sex appeal.”

“I have sex appeal!” Clark said loudly.

Lex raised a hand and shut his eyes. “Please. Stop right there. I don’t want to talk about your sex appeal.”

Clark edged around the kitchen island and pressed his hip against Lex’s. “You seem to think I have something good, or you wouldn’t visit so often.”

Clark moved closer, placing a hand on Lex’s chest. “I can feel your heart beating,” he whispered. “I know I have an effect on you.”

When Clark placed a gentle kiss on Lex’s lips, the older man finally gave in. Arms wrapped around each other, hands roving over smooth skin, they began an intense make-out session. Suddenly a loud crash caught their attention.

“Oh no!” Clark exclaimed, eyeing the damage.

They had somehow knocked the table hard enough to cause the cookie sheet to fall to the floor. Powdered sugar and puppy chow littered the linoleum.

“Oops. Guess our new fan won’t spill now either,“ Lex said. “Unless....”

“Unless what?” Clark asked.

Lex grinned slyly. “Do you think she’d prefer porn instead?”

~end