Title: Clothes Don't Make the Man.
Author: Carrie.
Fandom: Smallville.
Pairing: Clark/Lex.
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Finished.
Series: Undetermined.
Archive: If you like it, you can have it. Just let me know.
Feedback: Sure. [email protected] .
Website: http://www.phobetor.net/fiction/ .
Disclaimer: Not mine. =|
Warning: None. Sillyness?
Notes: First SV fic and I've not seen many episodes. Thanks
to Dane for his first SV fic that, whilst giving feedback, I
got inspired in my giggley-sleepyness to write the following.
Thanks to Christine for help with characterization and what-
not, and the title and summary. Thanks to Moj for beta'ing it
for me.
Summary: Do clothes really make the man?
+SV+
"Lex?" A voice called.
Lex had always been able to see the younger boy's potential
to become a charming, well sophisticated, respected figure
in society, but now, he wasn't so sure about Clark.
"Le-ex?" The same voice, getting closer, called again, in a near
sing song voice.
Not wanting to make any big deal about his... altered apparel,
Lex walked through the few short hallways from the bathroom
that connected to the entertainment room, as normally as he
ever would.
Lex heard footsteps coming closer to the door and he leaned
back against the edge of the nearest couch and waited. He'd
actually spent the whole evening, since he got done with his
work, in his new outfit. And surprisingly he was enjoying it. He
felt a bit silly, but he was enjoying it.
Clark's adamant suggestions that Lex should dress more
casually had finally worn him down enough to let Clark give back
the favor. The favor being that the stylish billionaire taught
the dusty farm boy how to clean up and look his best. And
certainly after getting Clark into some very sexy outfits that
hugged his body perfectly, Lex had been more easily
persuaded into the current situation
One side of Lex's lips started twitching upwards at what he
actually did look like right now, and at how he just *knew*
what his friend would think about it as well.
The door opened and there was Clark, in a pair of slightly
loose fitting dark denim jeans and a light grey t-shirt that
was tight enough to show off his abdominal muscles in
their perfect chiseled form. Clark looked over towards the
window's where he thought Lex might be, plus that was
the way the door opened, so naturally that's the first
direction he'd look in. That was why Lex was on the
other side of the room.
Lex watched as Clark's head turned with a slight furrow
of his brows before he saw his friend. Lex's mouth formed
itself into a small grin, and he kept his control as to not
fall over laughing at the look on Clark's face.
Clark's eyebrows relaxed and then slowly rose half an inch
up his forehead before a slow smile started to grow on
his face. He stepped out of the doorway and shut the
door behind him, taking a few more steps towards Lex.
Clark stood in front of Lex and pursed his lips together
trying to keep a straight face. He managed. But only
for about ten seconds before his face lit up with a
gigantic goofy smile, that in turn made Lex's grin shift
into a full blown smile of his own.
Lex had received a package from Clark, which Martha had
brought over with his produce. Her son had been busy,
so she had taken on his normal route that day. Along
with the package was a letter. Clark's hand writing had
not really been quite a surprise to Lex.
Already quite good at reading people and their emotions,
analyzing their hand writing was just another little added
knowledge that Lex had stored in his skull. Not necessarily
something that was needed, but it was a neat little thing,
he thought. From the things he saw in Clark's writing, though,
he was curious to find out whether it was just a young
man still finding his rhythm with a pen, or an established
thing for him.
'But in today's society, clothes make a big difference,
Clark,' Lex had said to him.
'Well, yeah, but what I'm sayin', is that you could just
loosen up a little bit in public, you know?' Clark retorted
and before Lex could continue, Clark raised his hand and
continued his own opinions.
'I'm not meaning some drastic change or anything, just
a little. Anything terribly humiliating you could just save
for me, in private.' Clark grinned. Something that Lex had
filed away in his ClarkFiles as possibly suggestive of ulterior
motives for having Lex dressed how he was right now.
Currently, he was decked out in white, soft fuzzy pajamas
with a repeating print of Batman on them. He had not
wanted to make himself a complete laughing stock throughout
all his staff of servants in the castle, so Lex had put one
of his bath robes over top of it. But, still, to top it all off,
he was wearing bunny slippers.
Bunny slippers. As Clark's eyes drifted slowly down Lex's
body, another thing that was put into the ClarkFiles, his
smile grew impossibly bigger. As Clark was barely maintaining
his control, Lex had been curiously lured into the ClarkFiles
himself, going over all the things his friend had done to
signify the things he was suspecting.
Then, Clark lost it and after his final attempt to not
laugh, he let out a small snort and gave in to a
cheek splitting smile and beamed at Lex. The snort
had drawn Lex out of his thoughts and made him
laugh as well.
"They're funnier than I thought," Clark said after another
chuckle and continued smiling.
Lex noted the smile and placed it as there was still some-
thing he was missing that Clark hadn't told him. There was
a glint of something in the younger man's eyes. Mischief,
perhaps. It was only then that Lex realized Clark's hands
had been behind his back the entire time.
He let his mouth drop open a bit while wondering what
Clark was holding behind his back. Gesturing with his
eyes as to what Clark was about to spring on him
he asked, "What?"
Expecting Clark to spill, and that's just what he did, he
brought his hands out in front of him and produced a
a headband. Not just any headband, though. This one
had pink fluffy ears attached to it. Bunny ears.
The mischievousness had melted down from Clark's eyes
down to give him a feral looking smirk as he lifted his
hands in a gesture to place the ears on Lex's head.
"No way," Lex said, holding up a hand and almost shaking
a finger at his younger friend. "Don't you dare!"
The previous goofiness flashed back and then settled
on something in the middle of both descriptions as Clark
lunged forward at Lex, attempting to get the band over
his head.
They ran in a few circles around the furniture in the room,
making a few startled shouts and playful threats at each
other. It was all good fun.
On the second lap around the coffee table, Clark had
managed to grab one of Lex's arms and the fabric cover-
ing it. Lex deftly slipped out of the robe and flung it over
Clark's head, which didn't buy him much time to get away.
Lex was finding it harder to dodge Clark's fast grabs at
him while he was wearing the bunny slippers. So, he tried
to shake off the items. Relieved of his scuffling about,
trying to avoid getting tagged with the bunny ears on his
head, he made it one more trip around the table and
glanced back to see where Clark was, expecting to be
tackled down because he'd stopped.
Clark, though, had used his speed to get to the other
side of Lex as the older man had looked the other way.
When Lex turned to face him, he realized he'd been
cornered in front of the couch that he'd been previously
leaning against.
Clark's grin was still in place and Lex's breathing had
escalated. They both allowed each other a moment to
calm down before Lex tried to turn as fast as he could
to dive over the back of the couch.
But not fast enough to escape the second grab made
at him. This time Clark caught the elasticized band of
the Batman pajama pants.
Lex still kept diving and Clark caught a glimpse at the
crack of Lex's ass and almost felt himself blush, but
settled for his brain going 'click', like the shutter of a
camera, saving that image for later. Then, mid-pounce,
he caught sight the silver embroidered double capital L's
on the back bottom left leg of Lex's silk boxer's.
Lex felt Clark's hand on his lower back and then felt it
quickly run down farther and Lex was surprised when the
top of the pajama pants were pulled down, almost taking
his boxer's with them. He was silently thankful that they
hadn't and yet wishing that they did, just to see what
Clark's reaction would have been.
Meanwhile, misjudging the momentum of his lunge-turned-
pounce on Lex, they tipped the couch over onto its back
and settled in a heap on the floor over the back of the
couch.
There were twin shouts of surprise as they landed roughly, and
then a groan and a laugh as they began to move. Lex sensed a
fair bit of nervousness in the teen. Lex was about to suggest
they got up, giving Clark an out from this most unexpected
position they'd found themselves in. But before Lex could move,
do or say anything, Clark was reaching for the nearby slippers
that Lex had shrugged his feet out of a minute earlier.
While Clark gave him a few beans on the head with it, Lex
had reached back and grabbed the other slipper and started
returning the hits to Clark's head with the soft slipper.
They were slowly becoming more aggressive with the slippers, and
why not, they were soft. Their arms became tangled and Lex
had managed to pull his other arm out from under Clark's side,
which was holding it down, to knock the slipper out of Clark's hand
and throw his own with it, out of reach.
Clark's mouth gaped and then smirked changing the subject
and asking, "So, Lex, why is there a monogram on your under-
wear? Need your name stitched on them so you don't forget
who's underwear you're wearing?"
Wow, Lex thought, being upfront about things are we now?
"Well, I wouldn't mind wearing yours," Lex said, his voice sounding
rather lust filled.
Lex watched Clark blush, then tense, before he relaxed. The
undertones weren't lost on him and neither was the blatant
show of attraction and want from the older man.
Clark shifted once more, back to what had become his usual
look when he was around Lex. "Don't make me beat you over
the head with that bunny slipper again," he said, teasing and
throwing a glance to where the slippers had been flung.
He leaned down, giving Lex's lips a quick lick, asking for admittance,
which was promptly given. Lex was a bit stunned, not having
expected that Clark would have been so out-right with the kiss.
But then thinking back at how persistent his friend was, he
wasn't really surprised.
And, apparently Lex was right about one thing. Maybe he'd have
to keep the bunny slippers around. Just as long as Clark didn't
start acting too fruity. He admitted the fluffy things were
rather comfortable, if silly. Perhaps he could try for more
casual things in public, when not working. But not to the extent
of bouncing around in superhero pajamas and bunny slippers and,
Lex sighed mentally, ears. Which he realized Clark had slipped on
his head while their lips were pressed together.
+End+
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