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Anyway, I've been meaning to do this for a while to get people interested and talking again so here we go

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01. Comment to this post with your prompt. Be as specific or unspecific as you like.
For example: 'Homework' or 'Lex catches Clark spying on him skinny dipping'
02. Please remember that this is an old school Clex comm so nothing from canon that goes beyond the end of season three
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Prompt: Lex thinks Clark is selling his virginity on E-bay.

Was this reply for me? Is so, I'm sorry I'm just seeing it now and thank you so much for the compliment! I appreciate the feedback and knowing that you liked it.

Lex felt the tire go. One moment he was bumping along the so-called shortcut he’d been assured would cut twenty minutes off his trip, and the next, his car was pulling to the right and not acting like the smoothly running machine Lex knew it was. He pulled over to the side of the road, such as it was, and put his head on the steering wheel for a few seconds. This had already been a long assed day, beginning with a lecture, via a phone call, from his father. He really didn’t need this right now. That’s the last time he’d take an alternate route suggested by Nell.

At first it had been wonderful, no other traffic, no houses, he’d really been able to race along, but then the asphalt had run out. Without warning. He’d been happily coasting along and then suddenly he was reduced to dirt and pot holes. Whatever. Lex debated with himself. He should probably call his mechanic; the man would come right out and fix the tire quickly. But this would be a really good opportunity to see Clark.

In the end, it really wasn’t much of a debate. Lex flipped open his phone and started dialing the Kent’s home number. Then he noticed he had no bars. He stared at his phone in disbelief. No bars…what the hell was that all about? He threw that phone as hard as he could, but since the car wasn’t a convertible, the phone just bounced off the door and clattered to the floor. It’s a good thing too. The last thing he needed was some yokel to find his private phone with a full contact list. He certainly didn’t want to go traipsing through the Kansa underbrush for it either.

Lex huffs out an irritable sigh and open his car door. He’ll have to change the tire himself. How hard can it be? People without a high school education do it all the time. He’s got his degrees, his IQ is genius level. He knows he can figure this out.

Ten minutes later he manages to finally find the spare and the jack. He knew they had to be around there somewhere. Who would have guessed that they were in a compartment under the matt in the trunk? He was already sweaty from the high humidity, although the day itself was very overcast so he didn’t have to worry about sunstroke too, and lifting the tire out had left a small streak of black on his lavender silk shirt. It was probably too late to save it, but he decided to strip it off anyway, just in case.

Thirty minutes later he’d managed to loosen two bolts and bend the fender when the recalcitrant jack had slipped. It was at that point he’d started yelling about piss poor foreign engineering, backwards towns that couldn’t tar their roads, his father for sending him to the middle of nowhere, and phones that were stupid enough not to get service when he needed it. He tried to kick his car into submission, but just wound up hurting his foot. After hopping around for a few minutes, he finally started to settle down.

He was no closer to getting his tire fixed than he was when it had blown, and now he was sweaty, dirty, and tired, in addition his foot was sore, he couldn’t call anyone, and he was miles from the nearest main road. The universal appeal for help from a motorist in trouble is a raised hood, so Lex decided to do that next. With the down-to-earth people around here, someone would undoubtedly stop when they saw the hood up, as long as he wasn’t in the picture. In spite of all he’d tried to do for this town, he was still not too popular in this town.
Lex figured he’d sit in the Porsche for a while to cool off and rest. If no cars stopped, then he’d start walking and flag someone down on the main road. Before he could step away from the hood however, he heard the unmistakable sound of a vehicle laboring along the road. He cursed under his breath. He refused to flag the vehicle down. It would be undignified, and if the driver was someone who hated him, then he refused to give that person the satisfaction of knowing they had left the powerful Lex Luthor stranded. So he bent over the engine of the car and pretended to know what he was looking for, just before the other vehicle came into sight.

Unexpectedly enough, he heard it coast to a stop behind him. He stayed bent over. He wanted whomever it was to be a little closer before he stood up, revealing his identity.

“Hey, Lex. Do you need any help?”

Lex was so surprised he stood up abruptly. Unfortunately a piece of the engine came with him. He looked down at the alien looking thing in his hand and then up at Clark. He quickly lowered his hand and moved it behind his back. “Clark?! How did you know it was me, and what are you doing on this road?”

Clark’s question had sounded a little hoarse and Lex looked at him in concern. Maybe he’s getting a cold. Lex looked at his friend closely and noticed that he seemed somewhat flushed. Lex started to think of doctors and specialists he could call in. His friend should get nothing but the best care. Lex looked up at Clark again and realized that he was talking.

“Um..get real, Lex. You uh…you’re the only one I know around here that could ah…could afford to own a Porsche Boxster. And I was um…” Lex can practically hear Clark swallow. He’s not sure what’s wrong with his friend. What’s with the hesitating speech? He seemed nervous, or actually more like he was…no, that couldn’t be it. Clark was…oh right, still talking. “…um, I was just coming back from deliveries. This road make a uh…a great shortcut.”

Lex hadn’t realized how close Clark was getting at first. Not until it was too late to stop him. Now he was trapped from behind by his car, and in front by six-foot plus of very broad farmboy. Lex cranes his neck to look at his friend. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but he doesn’t back up for anyone.

“Clark, is something wrong? You don’t usually stammer this much unless Lana’s around.” He tried to catch the young man’s eyes, but couldn’t seem to do it. Clark’s gaze appeared to be focused down a little.
Before he could glance down at himself though, he saw Clark pop his thumb into his mouth. The sight completely diverted Lex’s attention. When the thumb was released it was glistening with saliva. Lex felt his cock stirring in his pants at the short show. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve such a treat, but he wasn’t going to complain.
“Nothing’s wrong, Lex. You just have…you…here, let me.”

Before Lex can respond, Clark’s wet thumb was rubbing at a spot just under his right nipple. A moan he can’t swallow fast enough escapes past his lips, and Clark’s head shoots up to his face finally. The jerk as he does slides his thumb over the nub of flesh that had stood up for attention at his first touch.

“Clark, Jesus…” Lex stops to clear his throat. “Clark, what are you doing?” He reaches up to grasp Clark’s wrist and hears the engine part he’d been holding clatter back down into the engine. He glanced down quickly to see where it landed, since he had the feeling he’d need it later. He spied it wedged down…shit, how the hell were they going to be able to reach that?

Clark’s wrist started moving again, and Lex decided that he really didn’t need to be thinking about his car right now. So he was holding Clark’s wrist, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to exert any force into stopping his hand. He wound up just holding on as Clark continued to rub over his nipple. He stared into eyes whose pupils are as dilated as he knew his own to be.

“You’re so sexy, Lex. I’ve never seen so much of your skin, and you look so good. Except for the dirt. You’re never dirty, Lex. I want to get it off so I can see even more of your skin.”

Lex remembered the dirt and grease he’d gotten on himself earlier, and suddenly he was very grateful for flat tires and cell phones that didn’t get a signal. Clark’s acting like he’s in a bit of a trance, and Lex is going to follow that path is he doesn’t get him to stop soon. Clark’s diligence on that one spot has gotten Lex harder than he remembered being in a long time, but he’s going to go crazy from the lack of stimulation elsewhere.

“Clark. Clark!” He finally tightens his grip on his friend’s wrist. It doesn’t slow Clark down much, but that combined with his voice seemed to bring him out of his focus on Lex’s skin a little. Clark’s tongue came out to wet his lips and Lex watched its path avidly. Before Clark could speak though, Lex raised his free hand and traced those wet lips with a finger. Clark’s hitched breath hardened Lex’s cock even more.

“What’s going on, Clark? You’ve never shown any interest in anyone besides Lana before.” What was he doing?! Lex tried to remember why he was stopping Clark…damn, he was trying to do the right thing, that’s why. As he looked up at the beautiful face looking down on him, all flushed with desire, Lex was starting to rethink the doing good thing. It hadn’t really been working for him anyway.

“Never mind, Clark. I have more spots on me that need cleaning, not just that one.” Lex reached down and ran a light touch over the denim covering Clark’s crotch. “Are you up for the job?”

At Clark’s whine, Lex squeezed against the sizable bulge he could feel under his fingertips. “Well, Clark?”

“What…what do you want me to do, Lex?”

Lex smiled and lifted Clark’s hand to his mouth. He sucked in the thumb and got it thoroughly wet. Clark was panting when he was done, his other hand clenched into a fist by his side. “First, Clark, you need to clean the other side.”

Yes, to hell with being good. Bad boys had so much more fun, and they didn’t have to even think about changing the tire on any cars.

HOLY... humina, humina, humina! That was fantastic!!

I love Lex choosing to be bad! He so needed to do more of that when Clark was younger and not so twisted up in the game.

Great Job, and thanks for picking my prompt!

Yopu need to prompt something so I can write one for you! ;)

I'm thrilled you liked it! I agree with the bad Lex bit, at least he could have been a little bad. *g*

I love your prompts. They really spark my imagination. I really want to do the ebay one, but have other stories due in the next week, so I'm trying to be good and work on them.

Awww, bless you. I'm terrible at thinking of prompts though, that's why I haven't posted any. You're really good at thinking of fun ideas. I don't know how you can bear to give them up. I've liked all of the ones you posted, and just wish I had the time, or wrote fast enough to do them all.

I laughed a little at the end of this - it reminded me of Monty Python ("Do you want to come back to my place?" / "I thought you'd never ask.") but I swear that's a good thing :) Fun and funny ... great job.

Prompt: Lex is day dreams about world domination and about Clark with him.

Most student athletes practiced to be their best, to use all of their skills and faculties to win, win, win.

Clark Kent practiced to do the opposite.

It wasn't that he didn't want to win. He did. But he had to make sure that he wasn't tapping into his abilities to do it, and that was hard. It was much harder to not use them than to just let go and zip through the water impossibly fast. Clark had been surprised that his father had let him join the swim team, but he supposed that since it wasn't a contact sport, his father might actually trust him not to accidentally kill people.

No bitterness there. Not at all.

Clark breathed in deeply as he pushed his head out from under the water and slicked his hair back out of his eyes. He was practicing in Lex's pool, since the school pool was closed over the weekend, and he could hardly get any good practice in at the public one.

This part of the manor had clearly been designed post-medieval Scotland, so the clean-cut, utilitarian architecture opened up the space, rather than making it feel depressing and claustrophobic, like the rest of the castle. Resting his arms on the side of the pool, Clark looked out and wondered why he hadn’t taken advantage of this room earlier. The summer had been so very hot…

Though he and Lex had been a little strained over the summer. It was a thing. More and more it seemed like there was a growing awkwardness between the two of them that neither could articulate or even approach rationally. So they ignored it.

It kept getting bigger, though.

For example, Lex had come by a few times on the days that Clark was practicing in here. He hadn't come into the room. He'd just stood at the door, watching Clark swim with a blank look on his face. Clark only knew he was there because… Well he'd felt as though someone were there. He'd sensed Lex, and after turning his head in that direction, he could see through the wall that blocked the doorway from his sight.

Sometimes Lex's tongue would peek out over his lower lip, or his eyes would narrow, but Clark couldn't read what he was thinking. Clark tried his best not to stare at where Lex was lurking behind the wall, watching Clark with his hands in his pockets and his eyes creased just slightly.

Clark ducked under the water to do a few more laps. His technique was getting better, since he rarely had to come up for air. That wasn't something he could control, though, so he just tried not to stay under for a ridiculously long time, though and rolled with it.

When he popped out of the water again, Clark looked over at where Lex had been and frowned slightly when he saw Lex walking away. It must not be very interesting when Clark was under water, where Lex couldn't see.

"Hey."

"Afternoon, Clark. Did you have a good swim?" Lex tilted his head to the side and watched Clark closely.

Clark had changed into a t-shirt and jeans. His speedo was nothing to be going around a drafty castle in. He closed in on the desk where Lex was sitting. "I think I'm getting better."

"Well, I'm glad, then." Lex made a single nod and looked up at the lanky boy.

Clark paused a moment. "Why don't you ever come swim?"

"Oh, I don't want to get in your way. Besides, I have work to do," Lex breezed.

Clark scowled and leaned against the side of Lex's desk, looking down on his friend. There was something there… Something about the way he looked. Clark wanted to lean closer, to take him in.

"You wouldn't be in my way," Clark said, trying to think of an excuse. "It might even… help."

Lex lifted his chin and narrowed his eyes. "How so?"

"You could… race me. Maybe."

"I don't have a swimsuit," Lex admitted.

"What? How…" Clark sighed in exasperation. "I'm sure you have a swimsuit. You have a pool, right? And you use it, so how would you go swimming without a swimsuit?"

"You… simply go swimming without your suit." Lex shrugged. "Or much of anything else, actually."

"I… But you can't…" Clark was about to say that you couldn't do that, but obviously, you could. And Lex could, if he wanted to. It was his pool. Clark considered telling Lex to buy a freaking swimsuit. It wasn't like money was an option, but for some reason, he held his tongue that day.

***

Lex always told himself that he wouldn't be going back to watch Clark. He knew it was wrong to spy on the young man. He knew that he should be more forthcoming, or eschew his feelings altogether.

And yet, whenever Clark came over to practice, Lex found his steps taking him down to the pool.

He leaned against the wall, a small smile on his lips as Clark did his laps, coming up for air occasionally, and pushing his dark, wet hair out of his eyes. The young, sinewy body moved so effortlessly that Lex had a hard time believing that Clark was real at times. He was fixated by the muscles moving fluidly under the sun-kissed skin.

When Clark pushed himself out of the pool, Lex's eyes bulged, and he stepped back, and then tripped over his own feet, tumbling out of his hiding place and onto the stone floor.

Tall. Glistening. Naked. Clark stood at the edge of the pool and looked over to Lex grinning ear to ear.

"Wanna swim?"

Prompt: fanboy!Lex

... Is he mistaken?

I love it ! : ) lol

Prompt: Clark bemoans not being on the football team even after hothead and Lex reveals his own failed attempt to be on a school team at excelsior (not fencing team).

LOL. Love it!! What could be finer than watching Clark swimming in a Speedo?

Clark is hopelessly confused when Jonathan gives an oblique sex talk, and asks Lex for clarification

I wanted to leave that open to the author. I can see some great storylines either way, but my fave would be no, he's not mistaken.

Woo Hoo! Great Job! I love how brazen Clark chose to be at the end, and Lex so flabergasted, perfect.

>:)

Thank you :D

Lol. Sometimes you have to take drastic measures with stubborn Lexes! Thank you. I'm glad you liked ;D

Hehe. Indeed. Lex concurs!

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