Whipped
by mako
Category: Smut, humor, fluff
Rating: NC-17'ish
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Disclaimer: Ain't mine. Don't sue.
Archive: Nah. It's just a drabble. SSA only.
Summary: Luthor lessons learned as taught by whipped cream wielding boys.
Note: For Cyb, as an apology for squicking her so badly with ugly thoughts of
Lexana. I'll never do it again, promise.
WHIPPED by mako
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"Well, thank goodness you're here. It sure took you long enough."
Clark looked down wordlessly, unable to stop staring at the interesting sight
stretched out before him atop reams and reams of crimson silk sheets and a half
dozen royal blue silk covered pillows.
Lex. Handcuffed to his bed with those 'special' cuffs -- the ones lined with
soft, fluffy fleece and buckled at the wrist with thick leather bands for
minimal discomfort. Dressed in his casual best -- gray dress shirt, black
linen pants, sans belt, socks or shoes.
Yes. It certainly was an ... interesting sight.
Clark crossed his arms over his chest. "I seem to remember getting a call that
you were in need of some sort of 'rescuing.' Would you care to explain what
happened here? "
Lex squirmed a little. Bit his lip and approximated a shrug as best he could
with his hands bound over his head. "Oh, it was the usual. A big gang of
green glowing thugs in masks, demanding I tell them where I hide the family
jewels, etc. etc. You know the type ... kind of greasy, bad hair, no fashion
sense. Same old, same old."
"Really. Did they smack you in the head?"
"Not this time. But they were quite ruthless with the ostrich feathers. I
nearly cracked."
"Ostrich feathers." Clark nodded toward the nightstand where a large can of
whipped cream sat, sweating slightly in the warm bedroom air. "And what was
that supposed to be for?"
"I have -no- idea. Something diabolical, I'm sure."
"Looks like I got here just in time."
Lex wriggled happily, his shirt doing some interesting things as it crawled up
his torso, baring a good portion of his midriff . "You're my hero. As
always."
Clark sat on the edge of the bed and circled a light finger around Lex's
bellybutton. "You know, Lex, I hate to say this, but I'm not so sure you -want-
me to save you."
Lex looked shocked. Just shocked. "Whatever do you mean?"
"This is just a hunch, mind you, but I think you wanted me to come up here,
find you tied to the bed and do something creative with this can of whipped
cream here."
Lex gaped at him. "Why ... why ..." He smiled sweetly. "Why that's a great
idea." He cleared his throat. "I mean ... I'm helpless, so I don't have a
choice, I suppose."
"Uh, huh. And I suppose I'm going to have to teach you to be more alert next
time." Clark's eyes lingered on Lex's bare skin. "If I show you what might
have happened, maybe you'll be a little more careful in the future."
"Experience is a hard school," Lex agreed seductively. "But a Luthor will
learn in no other."
"Okay, then pay attention." Clark said, rising and stripping off his plaid,
revealing a snug-fitting black T-shirt beneath. "It's possible that you could
have found yourself in this very compromising position, with this same can of
whipped cream poised and ready to do some serious damage." He held up the can.
"Now since this is just a demonstration and I'm assuming your clothes are dry
clean only ...?"
"Of course," said Lex primly.
"Then we'll have to remove as many of them as possible. I'm only doing this to
teach you a valuable lesson, Lex."
Lex looked down, abashed. "I understand," he said sadly. "Do what you must."
"Good. Let's get this dress shirt unbuttoned." Tiny white buttons popped open
one after the other and Clark pushed the grey linen aside. "No undershirt?
Oh, Lex. You're just inviting trouble aren't you?"
"I know," Lex groaned. "I feel so ... so ... um ... stupid."
Clark shook the can deliberately. "Stupid isn't the operative word here.
Dangerously sexy, maybe?"
A single stripe of whipped cream was squirted across Lex's stomach and Clark
devoured it with one long, wet slurp.
"Mmmm." Clark licked his lips. "Real cream."
"I'm not a fan of the fake stuff myself," Lex gasped. "I'm a chemist,
remember."
"You're a careless fellow, that's what you are," Clark growled. He ran a light
finger beneath the waistband of Lex's trousers. "Who knows where this dessert
condiment attack could have ended?"
"I know. I feel just awful."
"Why, this could have happened." Clark unzipped the pants with a frown.
Lex bucked up, biting his lip. "Oh God."
"Or -this- could have happened" He tugged the black cloth completely away from
Lex's legs.
"Yes ..."
"What if THIS happened?" The silk boxers were whipped away and practically
disappeared into thin air.
"I'd say please, don't stop," Lex panted, tugging and arching in the restraints
naked except for the open shirt. "Please, Clark ..."
Clark tsked loudly and straddled him, the can raised at the ready. "I see I'm
going to have to take this lesson to its inevitable conclusion."
"Yes. Please."
"All right," said Clark ominously. "But don't say I didn't warn you."
A flurry of white was followed by Clark's tongue darting in the cream-filled
navel, then down the V-shaped seam between legs and groin, to Lex's cock which
was practically a mound of white.
Lex writhed as Clark lapped hard and deliberately, seemingly oblivious to
everything but the slippery, sugary foam. "Jesus ... Clark ... please ..."
More lapping, another squirt of cream and Clark swallowed him down with a hum.
"CLARK!" Lex came with a single scream and the headboard creaked as he nearly
tore through the restraints. "Jesus ..."
Clark grinned up at him, a dot of white on his nose, looking exactly like a cat
that finished off his bowl of cream. A final lick between Lex's thighs and
Clark crawled back up, carefully unbuckling the handcuffs.
"There," he said breathlessly, when Lex was freed. "Now for the second part of
our lesson."
"There's more?" Lex struggled up and peered at him.
"Of course," said Clark, stripping off his T-shirt. He handed the whipped cream
to Lex and lay back, hands tucked beneath his head. "You don't think they'd let
you get away without returning the favor, do you?"
Lex simply smiled and shook his head.
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