Someone had blown up the penthouse. With them in it. They had only survived because Clark was invulnerable and Lex had been underneath him in the full bathtub, stopping them from getting anything more than slightly singed. Lex had wanted to Meglo Cargosia, but Clark had his accident, for which he had offered many, many apologies.
Lex knew that it wasn't just an inadvertent use of heat-ray on Clark's part that left his beloved meglo-ray machine a smoldering heap of slag, but he was willing forgive. While the 'I'm sorry' card from Hallmark had been nice, the blow job in the shower of their hotel room had been better.
The hotel in Metropolis had been nice, but the media attention was driving them nuts by the second day. Paris in the spring had been on the cover of the year old copy of Conde Naste in the lobby, and a few hours later, they were in one of the LuthorCorp jets, winging their way to Paris. Never mind that it was late January.
"I still don't know why we didn't stay in one of the other houses."
"Because if they're willing to blow up one, they'll probably be willing to blow up another, and that's just a pain in the ass, replacing everything."
"Okay," Clark went back to reading his magazine, his glass of ginger ale at his elbow on the tray between the leather seats.
Lex frowned at his paperwork and threw them back in the briefcase. He flicked the overhead light off and leaned the chair back, turning to face Clark as he closed his eyes. He smiled slightly at the sounds of Clark putting away his magazine, the sucking sound as he finished off the ginger ale, the click of the light being turned off. A few seconds later he felt the other chair recline, and Clark's forehead against his. When the steward came to ask if they wanted a snack, she crept away silently, leaving the two cuddled in the chairs, fast asleep.
By the time they were landing at deGaulle, the top floor of the d'Orsay Hotel had been reorganized for them. A room for Clark to work on his on-going articles; a couple of rooms for Lex to conduct business in; and private quarters for Lex and Clark to live in. The rest of Lex's staff had their own rooms, one floor down and strict instructions not to enter unless cleared first.
They slept in the next morning, Lex waking to warm breath on his cock, fingers on his hips, holding him down with a ruthlessness he could truly appreciate. Lips sliding down sensitive skin, tongue laving and licking while one hand slid beneath and a finger slid inside to match each stroke of Clark's tongue.
Lex's hands slid down the sheet, grasping at Clark.
"Urghhh!"
"Clark?"
Lex groaned as Clark moved back, his cock falling from its warm, wet haven as the finger slid out of his ass. "Jeez, Lex. You could have put an eye out."
"Sorry." Lex apologized to the lump under the sheet.
"Okay."
"Clark, could you..."
"Sure." Lex knew there was laughter in that voice, but it didn't matter because Clark's mouth was wide, deep, warm, and he had ten years of learning exactly what Lex Luthor liked in an early morning wake up call. Lex bucked as Clark swallowed, tongue sliding; throat convulsing. He pushed up, finally deep enough to feel Clark's nose against the sensitive skin of his abdomen.
Clark's hand on his balls and Lex exploded, his brain fragmenting into little pieces that only cared about where Clark was and how good this felt. His black leather covered hand wrenching the sheets into tight ropes, real hand curving around the back of Clark's head, holding him ever so gently, not needing to see Clark through the sheet to know exactly what expression was on his face.
One last lick and the lump under the sheet was moving up, dark hair appearing, followed by hazel eyes and wide lips.
" Good morning."
Lex cupped Clark's face as his lover leaned in for a kiss, tasted himself on soft lips and tongue. He carded his prosthetic hand into the dark hair and held on tight. He slid his other hand down Clark's throat, lingering on the broad chest only long enough to twist the flat nipples hard enough that Clark thrust against Lex, moaning. Kept touching his way down, shifting just a bit to get his hand around Clark, adjusting him so that Clark's cock was lined up with his own.
"Clark?"
A shudder that went from the lips that came down on his, echoing in the hard flesh he was holding. Clark balanced himself with one arm, his other hand joining Lex's hand, holding their erections together. They mirrored each other, a slow jack that ended with both hands on a base and cock head, firm squeeze that got Lex as hard as if Clark had never sucked him off.
Hands stroked while Clark thrust down and Lex pushed up, cocks grasped tight, the pressure of body against body creating a sensation of weight that made it better, tighter. Eyes open as sweat made skin slick, sliding down to where their lips met, salty-wet and warm.
Clark reared back, his hand gripping tighter, his eyes clenching shut. "Lex, God, Lex, *please*."
Lex thrust up, his hand sliding to the base and he jerked up, rough despite the slickness of sweat and come that coated his hand, watching as Clark trembled. Lex felt warm come spurt between them; the sensation was enough to push him over, his come mixing with Clark's on his belly. Clark fell on to him, his head on Lex's shoulder, their breathing loud and rough as they continued to jerk as the glow spread through them. Lex wrapped his hands around Clark's back and just stroked the soft skin with both hands.
Lex wasn't surprised when Clark flipped them over, keeping his hands on Lex's hips. It was one of his things, needing Lex to keep him down, loving to be petted like a large puppy. It was one of the smaller pleasures, stroking softly, kissing gently, the same source but nothing like the passion that could end with Clark in leather and Lex with a whip.
"You're thinking of the whip," Clark's voice was husky with restrained laughter.
"Aren't I always?"
Clark pulled Lex against him effortlessly, large hand cupping bald head and pulling it down for a kiss.
"Not always," Clark said when they parted. "Just most the time."
"True."
Clark grinned at him, shifting slightly. "We're squishy."
Lex sighed. "I have a meeting in a half an hour."
"So, no shower sex?"
Lex leaned forward rubbed his nose against Clark's. "Not this morning."
"Humph."
"When did you get to be so insatiable?"
"The day after I told you I had just turned seventeen."
Lex smiled at the memory and wished that he hadn't set up the meeting with the Meglo-Ray people. But he really needed a new one.
Clark twisted underneath him and got out of the bed, still holding onto Lex. With his hand cupped under Lex's ass, holding him against him, front to front, Clark walked them to the bathroom and into the shower stall. A quick shower because anything else would have ended with Lex firmly up Clark's ass and time was short. They got dressed with Lex's assistant briefing him from the other side of the closed door.
"Maggie, have the cars brought around, would you?"
"They're already waiting, Mr. Luthor."
Clark raised an eyebrow. "She's very good, Lex."
"I know. She's almost Smallville meteorite good at that."
Clark shuddered and came over to stand by Lex's side. "Okay. I'll see you in a few hours. No trying it out, right?"
Lex returned his kiss, real hand sliding around to squeeze a convenient cheek. "All right. And this time I am going to get the extended warranty."
Clark sighed, but shrugging it off, smiled. "I'll meet you for lunch then."
They left the bedroom, Lex heading down the hall to his meeting, Clark taking the elevator to the car waiting to take him sight seeing.
Lex was an hour late for lunch, which didn't really bother Clark, but apparently it was annoying the staff of the Café. He had been drinking coffee, that while bad, was still marginally better than his father's, and writing post cards to friends and family back home. Moulin Rouge themes for Lois, Chloe and his mom, the Eiffel Tower for Lionel and his dad. Pete and Lana got the Arc d'Triomphe.
He had written the usual happy tourist comments in the tiniest handwriting he could manage, and was about to run across the street to post them when Lex finally walked in the door. He caught sight of Clark immediately and crossed the room. He sat down across from Clark and signaled the waitress.
Who promptly wandered into the back room.
Lex growled.
"All done?"
"I hate the French, Clark."
Clark sighed inwardly. "What happened?"
"Three weeks. The bastards are going to make me wait three weeks."
"They don't have one?"
"No. Apparently, since I hold the exclusive contract." Lex frowned at Clark. They had made a deal when Lex and Dr. Hamilton had invented the prototype. Lex could use it, within reason, but Meglos could never be sold to anyone else. Clark had used the argument that Lex didn't really want Superman to have to go and fight a bunch of psychotics with Meglos. The argument had convinced Lex, and besides, he liked having toys that no one else had. Unfortunately, Lex also hated to be kept waiting. "They didn't feel it was important enough to make sure they had one they could put together quickly. Instead, they're working on more important things."
"Which are?"
Lex sighed and absently grabbed Clark's coffee cup, taking a sip. He frowned at the cup as he put it down. "Remember a few weeks ago, when we were up and watching TV at three am?"
"You mean the night we broke the chandelier?"
"Yeah. Remember that convection pan thing?"
"The Turbo Cooker?"
Lex gave him a dark look. "Yes, the Turbo Cooker. They are making Turbo Cookers."
"They make infomercial cookware when they aren't building Meglo-Rays for you?" Clark stared at him incredulously.
"Yes." Lex glared at Clark as he started to laugh. "Oh, shut up." He looked around. "I'm hungry, where the hell is our waitress?"
Clark stopped laughing long enough to point to the bar, where the waitress was giving them a look notable for its lack of any kind of pleasantness. She finally tore herself way from the bar and came over to them, holding her pad out and asking them in French what they wanted. Lex looked less than amused, but answered her in kind, his accent perfect. He ordered the daily specials for both himself and Clark, as well as his requisite cappuccino and a refill of Clark's coffee.
The charming woman turned on her heel and Lex turned back to Clark. "I'm thinking we'll see our food in a few days."
Clark shook his head. "I don't think so, they close in about an hour for the afternoon. They've been wanting to get rid of me for awhile now."
Lex looked incensed, but when his cappuccino was placed in front of him he seemed to relax slightly. "So, how was your morning?"
"Good, I went to the Louvre, saw the sights. Got some postcards," he said as he passed them over to Lex.
"Huh." Lex read the message on the postcard to his father. "Wish you were here? Clark. There are many, many things I wish about my father. That he was here is definitely not one of them."
"I think he knows that, Lex. But there are some rules you have to follow when writing post cards."
"And lying about wishing my father was here is one of them?"
"Pretty much." Clark smiled and took a sip of his coffee.
Lex sighed and took a sip of his cappuccino, making a face as he swallowed. "Dear God. Does Lana work here now?"
"That bad?"
"I've made acids in the lab that couldn't eat through stomach lining this quickly." Lex waved the waitress over to their table. In French he told her that the coffee was bad and he would like another. The waitress nodded brusquely and took the cup, heading back to the bar. She returned in a few minutes with another cup, setting it down with a thud and leaving without a word. Lex and Clark just stared at the cup, then back at the door the waitress had gone through.
Lex rubbed his temples and sighed. "I hate the French, Clark." They both looked up as plates of food were plunked down in front of them, Clark watching Lex's expression as a slice of baguette rolled off the table and onto the floor.
Lex sighed and frowned at Clark, who was trying to smother his laughter with a forkful of salad.
The next day, Clark wheedled until Lex agreed to go with him to see some of the sights. A few hours later, Lex was still protesting.
"Clark, I really don't want to go sightseeing."
"Lex, it's not like you have any business meetings planned today."
"How do you know that?"
"A, we're on vacation; B, I hacked your password months ago and I read your schedule for today; C, I want to do this; D, Turbo Cookers."
Lex sighed but followed Clark out of the car. At the entrance, Clark paid their admission, smiling at the lack of crowds. "See, there's no one around. We'll have it all to ourselves."
"That's because it's cold and raining and most normal people are inside eating croissants and drinking hot coffee."
"When did you get to be such a wuss?" Clark turned back to ask Lex as they entered the elevator.
"I'm intelligent and possess common sense, I'm not a wuss. And this high school taunting is not going to work. You do know that, don't you."
"Whatever." Lex gave him a close look, but smiled at the smirk on his face.
They got off the elevator on the first floor and looked down on the city. Well, the little they could see through the fog.
"Clark, it's still raining." Clark raised an eyebrow in Lex's direction at this bit of obviously apparent information. "Come on, let's go up and get something to eat."
Clark followed Lex to the south elevator and watched out the windows as the rain and fog warred for domination in the skies. A few minutes later, he followed Lex out of the elevator and into Le Jules Verne.
Lex applied money and charm and got them into a nice booth; surprisingly, the service was almost good as they ate and drank. A few hours later, they paid and left the restaurant. They waited for the elevator, getting in and settling against the sides, looking out through the glass as the car began its slow descent.
Clark put his long wool coat over the railing, letting it hang as he looked into the gray clouds. He stiffened for a second when he felt Lex behind him, arms sliding around his waist. Relaxing, he leaned back, resting his head on Lex's shoulder, then turned slightly to receive a kiss. Smiled against Lex's mouth as a leather covered hand cupped him, the thumb sliding along zipper, applying just enough pressure to send a tremor through his tall frame.
"Lex..."
"City of Love, Clark."
Clark laughed, a low, waking to passion sound, as Lex's other hand started to work his belt. He thrust his hips forward as Lex unzipped his slacks, a warm hand sliding between the cotton of his boxers and his skin, collecting him, cupping him. Lex's fingers played with the foreskin; his thumb moved across the head as Clark thrust his hips forward, seeking those tormenting fingers.
"Lex..." Clark moaned softly as Lex released him, only to push his slacks and his boxers down to his knees. Clark waited, bare and feeling just a bit vulnerable, for Lex's hands to return to his cock, which was already starting to leak. "Lex?"
Clark heard another zipper being pulled, but didn't turn around. He moved back slightly, standing more solidly with his legs apart, getting harder as his ass brushed against bare skin.
Clark twitched as the pre-come pearled the instant Lex's hands returned to his skin, the touch of leather-covered fingers on his balls, lifting and playing with them. Lex's other hand began to jack him in earnest as Lex folded around him, his teeth biting through the fabric of Clark's shirt as his hands continued their work. Clark grasped the railing in front of him as he pushed backwards, the feel of Lex's erection against the cleft of his ass, sliding as Lex's hands continued their onslaught.
He was muttering low, needy words, when Lex commanded that he come, his hands tight around the metal railing, the only thing stopping him from fragmenting into a million pieces. He covered Lex's warm hand, shaking with every thrust of his hips as he struggled to press deeper into the fingers that were cupped, collecting him as he came.
Clark fell forward slightly, resting his elbows on the railing. He looked into the glass in front of him, and saw Lex, just behind him. Unbidden, he opened his legs further, bent over more, and saw the Lex-reflection smile. Clark turned around, watching with anticipation as Lex mixed his own pre-come with Clark's come, making hard flesh slick.
Lex looked up and caught Clark's green eyes. Clark smiled, the need and passion growing until it almost hurt. The gloved hand pushed him until he was positioned. Finally, slick fingers slipped into the cleft of his ass and deeper, sliding in and around, making him ready. They both whispered softly as Lex's fingers moved inside Clark, his other hand squeezing his own cock tightly.
"Hold still." Clark obeyed, not moving as Lex withdrew his hand and started to press forward, guiding himself, the blunt head breaching the tight entrance. They sighed as Lex pushed hard, finally in to the hilt. "Christ, Clark..." Lex breathed, then began to thrust, slow and steady.
Clark pushed back, forcing Lex deeper, thankful when Lex's real hand slid around his cock, stroking him to another erection in time with Lex's thrusts. He wrapped a hand around Lex's, and fingers entwined, they stroked as Lex began to lose his rhythm, his strokes becoming erratic. He yelled Clark's name, coming hard, taking Clark with him.
Lex slumped onto Clark's back, breathing hard, his hand still wrapped around him. He held on as the aftershocks slammed through them, still inside his lover. Clark rested his head on the rail, the soft wool of his coat a cushion against the hard metal. He stiffened as Lex pulled away, first his hands, then the weight of him off of Clark's back. Clark held still as Lex pulled out, feeling empty, but not alone as he stood to face Lex, pulling him into a rough kiss, letting all the emotion flowing through him show in that one caress.
Clark frowned as Lex pushed him away, but he let Lex wipe him off with a handkerchief, then followed Lex's lead in pulling up his slacks and fastening the fly. He straightened his clothes and turned around to look at Lex. His lover was already fastened and buttoned, only the look in his eyes an indication of what had happened. Clark pulled his coat off the railing and put it on.
Checking that they looked as circumspect as possible, Lex nodded his satisfaction, and they waited for the final few seconds of the ride. An impish gleam in his eyes, Clark leaned forward, pulling Lex into a quick kiss, breaking it and pulling back as the door opened.
He followed Lex out the door, brushing by an old man and a much younger woman in a fur coat who were getting in as they were getting out.
"Lex?"
Lex turned around, his eyes widening at the woman, who was holding her hand against the pressure plate of the door.
"Victoria?"
"Lex." Victoria Hardwick smiled at Lex. Clark knew he was frowning, so he put some effort into putting an unemotional, bored expression on his face. "Lex, I didn't know you were in Paris."
"Yes, we decided to come for a short vacation."
Victoria looked at Clark, then she sniffed delicately in the elevator car, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, I see." Clark had no doubt she did.
"And who is your friend, Victoria?"
Victoria turned to the older man as if she had forgotten him. He was about seventy, bald, tall and gaunt looking. His checks were hollowed in, as if he was sucking on a sour candy. "This is the Viscount. My husband."
Lex didn't even blink. Clark looked again and noticed the large diamond on her hand; Lex must have seen it and figured it out. "A pleasure to meet you, sir."
The older man shook Lex's hand, then Clark's, with just a bit of reluctance. "Pleased," he muttered, then retreated back into the elevator.
"We're just going up to eat..." Victoria looked back at her husband, who was tapping his cane impatiently.
Lex nodded and stepped back. "Nice to see you, Victoria, Sir." Victoria released the pressure plate and the elevator doors closed.
Clark was quiet as they crossed to the other set of elevators. They returned to the car, the silence broken only when Lex told the driver to take them back to their hotel.
"That was..." Clark started.
"... bizarre." Lex finished for him.
Clark looked over at him. "Well, I guess she had a thing for rich bald guys."
Lex turned and looked at him. "They won't be making Turbo Cookers forever. Watch it."
Clark grinned. "What do you think it'd be like?"
"What?"
"Getting gummed by a hundred year old Viscount."
Lex blinked, then started to laugh, not stopping until they had reached the d'Orsay.
Four Weeks Later
"Clark!"
Clark looked up to see Lois dragging Jimmy by his camera strap at top speed from Perry's office. He saved the story he was working on and looked at her through his glasses. "What is it, Lois?"
"Mimes!"
Clark looked at her blankly. "Mimes?"
Lois nodded, her long, dark hair swinging enthusiastically. "Yes, someone's turned everyone in Paris into a mime."
"You're kidding."
"No." She turned to Jimmy, who had somehow escaped her grasp and had gone to his own desk. He was rapidly stuffing rolls of film into a black camera bag. "Come on, Jimmy. Our flight leaves in two hours." Lois turned and went into her little cubicle.
Jimmy strolled up to Clark's desk, a huge smile on his face. "I get to go to Paris, Clark! With Lois!"
Clark returned the younger man's grin. "Just don't get too hopeful, Jimmy."
"Come on, Clark. It's the City of Love." Clark almost choked, remembering the last time he had heard that said.
"Jimmy! We need to go." Lois yelled across the newsroom.
"See ya, Clark."
Clark waited until Lois and Jimmy had disappeared into the elevator, then pulled his cell phone out of a desk drawer. He hit a speed dial button, tapping a pen on the desk until the call was picked up.
"Lex Luthor."
"Hey. You'll never believe this. Lois is on her way to Paris. Apparently, everyone in the entire city has been turned into a mime."
"You don't say. Wow, Clark. That is news."
"Isn't it though." Clark heard Lex laughing softly. "Mimes, Lex?"
"Not fond of them myself, Clark."
"Lex..."
Clark heard Maggie's voice in the background. "I have to get to this meeting. Oh. Clark?"
"Yes, Lex?"
"You might want to suggest that Lois get her story by Thursday."
Clark relaxed slightly in his chair. "All right. See you tonight."
"Bye," Lex said, disconnecting the call.
Clark stood up and went over to the bank of cameras on the other side of the newsroom. They were all live feeds from Paris, showing people motioning silently. There was a shot of a group of people who looked like they were trying to get out of an imaginary box. One man was trying to give an invisible bouquet of flowers to a woman who was yelling at him silently. Shaking his head, and just grateful that this would only last another day, he went back to his desk and opened the story again, determined to finish it off before the paper was put to bed.
He typed for a few minutes, then was struck by a thought.
Picking up the phone again, he dialed another number.
"Luthor-Kent residence."
"Mrs. B?"
"Oh, hello, Clark." Their housekeeper's voice became much warmer as she identified one of her employers.
"Mrs. B, I was thinking. Tonight seems like a nice night for the staff to take off."
Mrs. Bennington was used to their strange hours and even stranger activities. Like all the staff, she received a very generous bonus to not notice certain things. "Very well, Clark. Would you like cook to have dinner prepared?"
Clark opened the bottom drawer in his desk, looking down at the box that had arrived a few days before. Smiling, he took out a card that read, 'Turbo Cooker Recipe # 82: French Toast and Bleu Cheese Omelet'. "That's okay, Mrs. B. We'll cook for ourselves tonight."
"I'll tell cook to be sure to leave plenty of chocolate sauce, then."
Clark laughed, pushing his glasses up and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Thanks, Mrs. B. I'll talk to you later."
"Good-bye, Clark."
Clark put the phone back on the desk and grinned as he read about the versatility of the Turbo Cooker. That it could be used as a serving dish, well, that just made thing even better. Lex would eventually see the humor in it, but Clark decided, as he left the office, carrying his briefcase and his Turbo Cooker, maybe he'd stopped and pick up some more chocolate sauce.
Just in case.
© EAS, March, 2002
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