Australia was the first place he used the MegloRay. Now it was inundated with tree toads.
It wouldn't have happened if they had just given him the damned koala.
The tree toads falling from the sky en masse might not seem too too bad, until you factored in that Lex had had Steve, the Crocodile Hunter, killed in a particularly brutal, yet, from a crocodilian point of view, rather apropos and just way. The man hadn't even know what was happening when they used the duct tape and threw him in a wooden box.
So now Australia had an epidemic of tree toads, and the Metropolis Zoo had four koalas, instead of one, in the new Luthor-endowed habitat.
"Clark? Come on, Clark, where the hell are you?"
"No."
"Jesus. Clark, come out NOW."
"No."
"I have a meeting in an hour. I do not have time for this."
"Don't care."
The growling from the large front room was a clear indication that Lex was upset. If anyone else had been in the spacious penthouse, they probably would have started looking for tree toads right about now. Of course, no one was around, because Lex had thrown everyone out this morning after the eggs were runny and the coffee bitter. Lex looked around anyway though, then said in the most wheedling voice he could manage, "Please, Clark. I promise. I won't meglo them."
"Promise?"
"Yes. Now would you please get in here?"
"All right."
Lex sat back in the chair at his desk and sighed as Clark wandered into the office. His dark hair was still slightly wet, and he was still dressed in his silk pajama pants, his chest bare.
Clark had returned not long ago from his nightly rounds of superheroing. He was annoyed that Lex had scheduled a midnight meeting with a few of his less savory associates, and had been having a sulk ever since. Clark was worried about the use of the Meglo, and unimpressed to find out Lex was in a snit at a company in Trinidad that had broken a contract to ally with his biggest competitor, the Cargosia Corporation. Instead of making products for LuthorCorp plants, the company was now making steel drums for Cargosia's musical instrument division. And Lex had always hated steel drum music.
Lex clenched the black leather-clad prosthetic hand as Clark moved further into the room, his bare feet making no sound on the soft carpeting.
"You promised, Lex. No megloing Trinidad."
"I hate steel drums, Clark."
Clark moved cautiously around the desk and stood in front of Lex. Lex raised an eyebrow and Clark slid a foot up and moved the chair back, then sat carefully in Lex's lap.
"I know you don't like it, but you know, after you tried to use that suitcase bomb to blow up the Back Street Boys, I think we'd do better just to turn off the radio."
Lex grumbled, but the soft lips on his cheek were distracting him, and when he turned to make a scathing comment, those lips found his. When Clark's tongue slid inside, Lex forgot about steel drums and the vile island of Trinidad from whence they came.
When Clark moved away, Lex couldn't stop the little sigh as he closed his eyes in frustration and leaned back against the chair. He didn't have time for this, but the warmth of Clark settling between his thighs, the touch of strong fingers opening his jacket - hell, the world could damn well wait for a few minutes.
Once his jacket was open, the clever fingers moved to the placket of his shirt, just slipping in between the buttons, stroking the soft, smooth skin underneath. Clark's other hand slid down and started to undo the fly on Lex's slacks.
"Clark…"
The fingers stopped, and Lex felt the heat as Clark's body moved against his. Clark leaned up and kissed him again, one hand pressing against Lex's cock, still hidden under all that deceptively virginal white silk.
The kiss was over too soon and Lex's eyes were open and narrowed as Clark slid back down, making sure to press his erection against Lex's knee. On his knees before Lex, Clark worked the fly, carefully sliding the zipper down, then reaching inside, hand slipping around the flap to free Lex.
Cool air followed by warm mouth, and Lex bucked, sliding deeper down Clark's throat, his hands in that thick dark hair. It wasn't the best possible position, but Clark had learned a few thing in the ten years since the first time in a Smallville barn, and he shifted enough to let Lex thrust, the delicate skin of cock sliding against his tongue and down his throat.
Clark slid superstrong fingers inside the white slacks, finding a path between pants and boxers to torment Lex's balls, alternating the slightest of pressure with a suck, stringing Lex along, knowing he had succeeded when the fingers in his hair clenched.
"Fuck it, Clark, I'm..."
Well, hell, they both knew what Lex was doing, and Clark swallowed, not letting a single drop mar the white silk. The fingers in his hair unclenched as Lex's hips made a few last shallow thrusts, the fine tremors working their way from the center of his being to the edges, dissipating and leaving him relaxed as Clark slid him free. Clark delivered a soft kiss to the head as he gently tucked Lex's soft and well satisfied cock back inside the boxers and zipped up the pants.
"Lex?"
"Hmmm?"
Rising, Clark pressed himself against Lex's knee again, making him smile. Lex pulled Clark up, which meant that Clark was moving himself because there really was no way Clark could be moved, unless Lex took out the kinky green playtoys -- which were currently at the other house. Lex pushed him back until he was lying across the desk. Rolling the desk chair closer to the desk, between Clark's open legs, Lex took a moment to look at his lover. The silky pants were pointedly tented, and Lex leaned forward, still in his chair.
The taste of silk and the heat of warm skin filled his mouth as Lex opened wide, pulling in as much as he could. Lex wrapped his real hand around the base, squeezing, and sliding, knowing the friction of the fabric would drive Clark mad. As Lex sucked on the head, Clark moaned, curling his fingers around Lex's ears. Lex pulled free and Clark pushed his hips in Lex's direction, wanting, needing more, but Lex took a breath and made him wait.
The silk clung to the wet head, and was sheer enough wet that Lex could see the slit. He slid the chair forward again and took Clark in his mouth, knowing by taste that Clark was already leaking. Knew by the tremble in the knees wedged against his own that Clark was close to coming.
Jacked faster, up and down the shaft, lips curled under the head and sucking, prosthetic getting into the act, cupping Clark's balls, the thumb flicking gently. Prosthetic letting go when Clark thrust hard against him, black leather sliding over muscles to hold silk wrapped hips. The taste of Clark stronger through the silk, cock quivering, Lex's name on the end of a moan as all Clark's muscles went rigid and tense.
Lex kept petting Clark as he came down from the high. The wet spot on the pajama bottoms was no doubt uncomfortable, but Clark wasn't feeling it at all. Lex slid the chair back and moved to the side of Clark, not an easy thing as he was sprawled over the desk.
It always amused Lex how his lover, who could bend Toyotas with a pinky, would turn into this… boneless lump after sex. Leaning forward, keeping the still pristine white suit well clear of the wet spot, Lex kissed Clark, trading tastes, shivering when long, thick fingers traced a pattern on the skin at his temples.
"I still have to go now, you know."
A slow laugh, so deep it shook the chest he was halfway leaning against. "I'm not sorry you're going to be late, you know."
"I know that, you horrible boy. Come on."
Clark laughed softly. "Not a boy."
"Thank god," Lex murmured softly, looking at the mess of papers that had been pushed to the floor.
Lex stepped back and pulled an entirely agreeable Clark upright, pushing him toward the master bedroom at the other end of the hall. Led him to the bed and pushed him down, pulling the wet pajama bottoms off and throwing them in the direction of the bathroom. "I'll be back in a couple of hours, just nap until then."
"What are we going to do tonight?"
"The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world."
Clark snorted softly, and a hand shot out to grab Lex's, fingers twining, pulling him back to the side of the bed. "But Trinidad will be okay; right, Brain?"
Lex leaned down and kissed soft lips. "Yes, for tonight," he replied against soft skin, slipping out as Clark fell into sleep.
© EAS, January, 2002
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