"You grew up in Kansas, Clark. What do you know about trees and rain forests?"
"Enough to know you shouldn't use the meglo-ray on them and turn them into carbon. Besides, have you ever been to the rain forest?"
"No, but I have a report right here as to why this particular one should be meglo'd. God damned lizards."
"Ah-ha."
"Ah-ha what?"
"This is about your lizard issues, isn't it?"
"I don't have lizard issues. And if I did, I would take care of it."
"Right."
Lex glowered at Clark. They were sitting on the terrace of the penthouse, having breakfast. Lex was eating his fruit salad while Clark was busy stuffing himself with biscuits and gravy. Lex had never been able to rectify himself to that particular breakfast, thinking of it as hockey pucks slathered in library paste.
Clark was studiously ignoring him now, focusing on his breakfast. Lex sighed to himself, damned rain forests. There was a very good reason to meglo this one, it was basically taking up too much room, and LuthorCorp needed a new parking lot for the factory in that area.
In the years he had been effectively running LuthorCorp, Lex had discovered a few vital truths, one of which was world domination is a bitch if the minions don't have a place to park.
Clark glanced up at him, giving him that encouraging 'I know you can do this in a way I would like better' look. Ten years and he still fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.
"You could build a ramp, you know."
"More expensive."
"Hmmm. You could raid the trust funds of the GOP donor list again."
Lex perked up at the thought, that one had been particularly amusing. But… "No."
"You can't say no unless you actually go there."
"Clark, I do not have time to go to the rain forest."
"Sure you do. We can go tonight once you get home; you have the evening free after your appointment with Dr. Insano."
"His name is Dr. Isaacs."
"He's insane."
"I never said he wasn't. It's just a bad idea to give the minions who work all day with vile spores nasty nicknames."
"Point taken." Clark took a long swig of milk, from an old-fashioned glass bottle. Lex watched closely, never tiring of this particular part of breakfast. "Come on, we'll take a quick run down, see the rain forest, and you can make a better decision."
Lex blinked slowly and tried to remember what he was going to say as Clark licked a stray droplet of milk from his lips. Oh, yeah - "I don't have time."
"We can fly down."
"The jet isn't working."
Raised eyebrow. "You have five of them."
"They're all in the shop getting their oil changed."
"Do jets get oil changes?"
"Why not?"
Clark sighed and finished off the last biscuit, sopping up the last of the gravy. Lex tried not to wince at the sight. "I'll fly us down."
Lex looked at Clark intently, an eyebrow finally raising in interest. "You will?"
"Yeah, if that's the only way. It'll be faster, anyway."
Lex sat back in his chair, considering. He took a sip of his cappuccino. Deciding if Clark was going to force him to go down to lizard-land, Clark deserved at little bit of torture too. A plan in mind, Lex smiled innocently. "Tights?"
"Lex..."
"Come on, you know you look cute in them. You have the ass for them."
Clark looked at him consideringly. "All right. Tights. But that means you really have to consider not using the meglo."
Lex stood up and started to get his things together, stuffing papers into his briefcase. "Of course I'll consider it." He came around the small table and gave Clark a deep kiss. "I'll be back early then, for the tights." He grinned as Clark shot him a look, and headed back into the penthouse, handing his briefcase to his secretary as they went out the door.
Clark was in the study when Lex got home, working on his article on toxic waste dumps. Luckily, Lex truly did believe that poisoning the planet was rude and for the most part, not at all cost effective. So while Clark could point to Cargosia as a culprit, he had no evidence against LuthorCorp.
Clark gave him a smile as he hit the 'send' key. Lex crossed to the bar and grabbed one of his ever-present bottles of blue water. Opening it, he took a deep drink, then looked Clark up and down.
"There should be tights in this picture. Yet I see no tights."
"Don't be weird, Lex."
"Thus speaketh the tight-boy."
Clark made a face at him and crossed to where Lex was standing, leaning one shoulder against the wall. He took the bottle and took a drink. "I'm going. And just for that, you don't get to help." Clark pushed the water back into Lex's hand and left the room.
Lex was rubbing the chalk on the pool cue when Clark returned. Lex had never quite figured out why this outfit could make him hard in three second flat, or why Clark never looked less than masculine in it. Then again, his six foot three of muscled farmboy looked masculine in just about everything Lex had ever enticed him to try.
Well, almost, but the less said about that Wonder Woman costume, the better.
"Ready to go?"
Lex looked him up and down, from the red boots, up the long legs encased in blue, the red trunks, the big yellow 'S' that spread over Clark's broad chest, and the red cape that floated behind him.
Lex loathed it. Ugliest damn thing ever, and with that S, well, Lex could kill Jonathan Kent for not letting his son play letterman football. Compensation, the shrinks would call it.
Unfortunately, as ugly as it was, the suit still clung to Clark like a glove, making him indeed, super looking. Even if Lex always heard the voice of his first valet every time he saw the thing, 'The clothes make the man, Master Lex'. Oh, how right and wrong you were, George.
Lex threw the cue down on the green felt and grabbed his jacket. He handed Clark his cell phone, watching as it was stuffed into the small bag Clark was carrying. Clark wandered over to the bar and grabbed a few bottles of water, adding that to the bag. They wandered out to the terrace and Lex wrapped his arms around Clark's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His arms pulled tighter as Clark lifted off the terrace, into the sky. They were a hundred feet from the terrace when Lex wrapped his legs around Clark's waist, and breaking the kiss, just watched as Metropolis faded into the clouds.
They were in Sierra Madrigal in ten minutes, the flight as uninteresting as flying without a plane could be. Clark set them down about fifty feet from the LuthorCorp plant. The sounds of the rain forest were constant, a lively murmuring of insect, animal, and vegetation.
"Do you want to be seen?"
"Not really, why?"
"Some of your guards are headed this direction." Clark looked into the forest, and Lex knew he was looking with X-ray eyes. "Seems pretty tame in this part, Lex. Just some little things."
Lex was already headed into the forest, not in the mood to deal with lower level minions tonight. "It's the small things that kill you, Clark." He looked back. "Well, not you, but the rest of us."
They were between fifty and one hundred feet inside the green boundaries when Lex stopped, sitting down on a fallen tree.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" Clark asked, sitting next to him, breathing in the air that just seemed… green.
"It's wild. Untamed." The trees were cutting off all signs of light as the day faded, just a red glow to be seen through the trees as darkness fell.
Clark snorted. "You didn't used to think that was a bad thing."
"I've grown up since then."
Clark turned to look at him. "I don't believe you."
Lex sighed. "Clark..." the rest of what he was going to say was lost as lips found his and he was pulled to the ground, coming to rest on top of his tight-clad lover. The sounds of nature started to fade as Lex felt strong hands pushing at his jacket. He reared up, pulling the buttons free and throwing it behind him. Clark's hands were already at his tie, getting it loose enough to pull free, the buttons of his purple shirt flying into the night.
Lex stopped Clark as he tried to open his pants. "Not yet." Lex undid the clasp that held the cape, then ran his fingers down Clark's bright blue suit, finally finding the small zipper. Pulling the little metal tab down, he leaned forward, kissing the tanned skin as it was revealed.
When the top of the suit was finally open to Clark's waist, Lex slid his fingers under the tight fabric and pulled the red trunks down, smiling as Clark bucked up as the fabric pulled tight over his erection. The zippers on the boots were next, the boots following the rest of their clothes into the plants around them. Lex had a momentary thought about what could crawl into their clothes, but then decided Clark could check before they re-dressed. The tights and trunks followed the boots.
When he turned back, Clark was staring at him, heat in his eyes as Lex bent, kissing the head of Clark's cock, licking off the leaking pre-come. Hard and wanting, Lex stood and started to undo the fly of his slacks, only to have Clark come to his knees, still on red cape, pulling off the top of the uniform in almost desperate movements. Clark leaned down and pulled expensive loafers off, tossing them on the clothing pile; he slid his hands up Lex's legs, cupping his erection.
Clark nuzzled Lex through the cloth, then leaned back again and let Lex open the fly and push pants and boxers down his legs. Clark held still as Lex balanced himself with a hand on Clark's shoulder as he stepped free of the last of his clothes. Finally, both naked, Clark extended a long arm and grabbed the bag he had carried with them from Metropolis. The water bottles clanked against each other as he pulled it to him and opened it, pulling out a tube and giving it to Lex.
Clark grabbed Lex's hands and pulled him down, lying back on the cape. Lex settled between Clark's legs and pressed down, rubbing himself against Clark as he searched for and found warm lips, his leather clad prosthetic hand never losing its grip on the tube. His real hand slid down started to stroke Clark as he kissed his way down the sparsely haired chest, pausing to torment nipples with nips and licks.
"God, Lex, now..."
Clark shimmied against him, pushing up, straining as Lex laughed softly. Lex flipped the top of the tube and squeezed some of the contents onto his real hand. He sniffed, and leaned back on his haunches. "Coconut?"
His only reply was a moan from Clark, who was watching intently as he slid his hand over himself, the lube warm and slick. Lex squeezed a bit more out, then threw the tube to the side and opened Clark's thighs even wider. Settling closer, he traced down the line from the base of Clark's cock, up to the tip, pressing a finger to the slit.
The whimper as he slid another finger inside, tight warmth all around him, made Lex's own cock twitch, the scent of green and coconut and sex all around them. The prosthetic hand on Clark's hip, Lex pulled his fingers free and finally began pressing his cock into Clark, not knowing if the tremors were starting in him or in Clark. But it really didn't matter once he slid home.
Leaning forward, he moved his hips, thrusting up, stroking against Clark's prostate, his name falling off into a moan assurance enough that it was good. Moving faster, his real hand sliding between them to wrap around Clark's cock, able to think just enough that his stroking inside and out formed a kind of rhythm, Lex rode Clark. Their world was no bigger than this green bubble they were currently inside, the scent of moss and plants the scientist part of Lex's brain would find interesting once he stopped focusing on his cock and the man beneath him. The sounds of the jungle lost in the more intimate sounds of breathing and moaning and pleas for 'more' and 'deeper'.
Clark jerked violently inside his fist, wetness between them as he came, and Lex followed him over, thrusting deep and coming hard. Lex knew that Clark needed him close after, needed him to weigh him down, keep him grounded. He spread himself over Clark, pressing close; sweat and come slick on their skin and rapidly turning tacky.
It was Lex's own needs that made him search out Clark's lips, kisses and fingers in his dark hair as Clark started to move again, one hand on Lex's ass, pulling him tighter, the other just stroking down his neck to his back and up again.
The humid air was beginning to make them uncomfortable when Clark finally started to move under Lex, and he pulled back, pulling free as Clark's hands fell away.
"See, Lex. You don't really want to raze this place, do you?"
"That isn't a fair question at this point, you know." Lex lay on his side next to Clark on the red cape.
"Lex - "
"Shut up, Clark."
A low chuckle and Lex twisted slightly to lay his head on the broad expanse of chest as it vibrated.
Lex closed his eyes, already planning exactly how to hack into the GOP database -- a parking ramp would work just fine.
© EAS, January, 2002
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