Chapter Five by Ximeria
"Nothing yet," Lex answered, still slightly reeling. "I'm still waiting for you to make up your mind." He wasn't about to let Clark get away with his little... slutty display.
Clark shifted uneasily in his seat, his wet jeans squeaking on the vinyl. "The Happy Family looks good," he answered, looking at the laminated Lucky's Eggroll menu.
Lex raised an eyebrow. 'At least he didn't want the Three Delicious', he thought, flashing on an image of Clark, tight-skirt-woman and leather-pants-guy in bed together. "I'll have the won-ton soup and chop-suey. You want any soup... Clark?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll take the egg-drop soup." The waitress came over to take their orders. Lex handed her the menus with a smile, and ordered for the both of them. "And a mineral water, Tý Nant, if you have it, and Clark will have..." "Pepsi, please."
They enjoyed their food slowly, Clark making an effort not to wolf it down after the first few spoonfulls.
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If the jeans had been uncomfortable when dry, it was nothing compared to now. Clark shifted again, his shin accidentally touching Lex's, sending a rush of heat through his cold and clammy body. He quickly finished his plate of Happy Family, hoping that Lex would soon be done. It was really hard not to brush against him with his restless legs.
Lex finally finished, paying the bill, and they each picked up their free fortune cookie and left. As they walked they pulled out their fortunes. Clark's was "this weak wll brnig great joy" '- in bed' he mentally added. Lex read his aloud: "When you have great need, your friend will be there". "- In bed," Clark blurted. Lex stopped dead.
"Say what?" Lex turned his head, his attention fully focused on Clark, making him squirm. He always felt like Lex's penetrating stare could equal his own X-ray vision. Only where he could see thorough things physically, Lex seemed to be able to pick up his emotional state. "Um," Clark blushed furiously - again. "It's just what Chloe always says, not that she wants to hop in bed with me, I mean, not that I meant it that way just now."
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"Of course not... Clark, I know the saying, I was just surprised that you did." Lex tried to hide his intense disappointment. When he'd first heard it, he'd thought Clark meant it as a come-on. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes..." Lex said, and could have bit off his tongue.
"Don't worry about it, they're almost dry," Clark answered, seemingly anxious to avoid another visit to the men's wear store. Almost desperately he grabbed Lex by the elbow, and dragged him into the music store they happened to be in front of. Lex watched with interest as Clark began flipping through the CD racks, much too fast to even see the covers. Maybe he wasn't completely misinterpreting Clark's signals, after all, he had flirted rather expertly with leather-pants-guy.
Lex leaned casually against a mirrored column with his hands in his pockets, smirking at Clark. "So, what kind of music do you like? ...Clark." He drawled. Clark shrugged. "Oh, you know." "No I don't know. Why don't you tell me... Clark," he said, caressing the name. Clark blushed and avoided his eyes. Lex looked at the top-10 rack and immediately eyed an opportunity. He grabbed two CDs - Mariah Carey in a tight tube-top and Ricky Martin in a revealing slim-shirt - and held them up. "One of these appeal to you... Clark?"
Clarks eyes darted nervously from cover to cover, to Lex's face and finally to the apparently very fascinating, brown, fire-retarding carpet. "I'mnotreallyintopopmusic," Clark mumbled. "See anything you like on the top-10 list?" Lex asked, taking pity on him. Clark looked at the display, his eyes lingering on a CD with a picture of a woman holding a baby, a bright light shining out of her face. "No, not really," Clark lied.
Lex, a mischievous grin on his face, took down the CD. "I think I'll just get this for you." Before Clark could argue against gifts he wouldn't be allowed to bring home, Lex continued: "You'll just have to come to my place to listen to it." Lex's smile grew wider, when Clark took hold of his wrist, and tried to make him put it back. Lex pulled his arm back, drawing Clark into his personal space. 'Yumm, warm,' he thought. Clark let go, and took a step back, giving in.
Lex smirked triumphantly. "So, up for those speedos now?... Clark?"
End part 5 go to part 6
End Notes:
- Lucky's Eggroll really exists. The fried won-tons are highly recommended.
- This is your brain on coffee and brownies - it's not a pretty sight.
- Thank you, Nora Charles, for the lewd interjections.