roxy. sv fic post: porn without...porn so far.

Title: coming soon--the title i mean
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lex/Clark/ Whit
Rating: PG so far
Summary: It's PWP, really.

From the sheltering shade of a stand of Ailanthus Altissima at the edge of the McDowell's parking lot, Lex watched the football team and various school-spirited volunteers swarm around the Porsche, eager to earn dollars and mostly to touch a really hot car—the closest most of them would ever get to a car like it. They were practically drooling to touch it, and normally he'd have enjoyed laughing in their faces and leaving them gagging in a cloud of dust but his best friend was volunteering and if it helped to make Clark a little more acceptable to the assholes in this town, than fine. He was willing to sacrifice his paint job. God Clark, what I do for you…would like to do to you… Granted the grey Porsche was hardly his favorite, and he'd been meaning to dump it anyway….

The quarterback was directing the team, and carefully making sure no one not on the team was approaching the car which meant Clark was shoved to the back of the group waving sponges and chamois…Lex was not pleased.

There would be no Clark in a tight white t-shirt and denim cut-off shorts, cut off *very* short, getting drenched in water and fluffy thick suds in slow motion, soaked clothing sucking lovingly to his tall, lean, hard…Lex blinked. Well. That had been an interesting excursion into fantasy land. He coughed slightly and shifted, put his hands in his pockets. Sadly, in reality, Clark was dry as a bone and wearing his usual red tee and baggy old jeans. Shame.

No, instead of Clark wet and shining in the sun, it was the quarterback--Whitney, as Clark insisted on reminding him--washing his car. *He* was the one in the white (too big t-shirt) rubbing against his car, in polyester basketball shorts (way too big). Rubbing. Dragging, actually. Pressing his…um. Whit leaned over and Lex got a good long look at what was actually a pretty nice ass. Not too bad at all. No wonder the Lang girl was having some trouble choosing. Soaking wet, blonde hair falling over his forehead, almost clear t-shirt clinging to his nipples, caressing sculpted abs…hunh. Not too shabby. Not Clark by any means but not bad--not bad at all. Whit stood upright and Lex glanced down. Well, look at that… Wet polyester and a nice package made for a happy afternoon…

Clark came bounding past, with a bucket of fresh water and a couple of towels around his neck. He tossed a towel to Whit and Whit caught it by reflex…and smiled, rather more, Lex thought, than getting a thin grey scrap of terrycloth called for. He raised an eyebrow, pursed his lips, and moved back further into the shade, to watch.

Clark was smiling…*smiling* at Whit as he wiped his face. Clark looked pleased, especially pleased as Whit tipped his head back and slowly rubbed the towel over his face like—like—cheap amateur porn. Not that Lex had a lot of experience with cheap porn.

Lex was not smiling. And Whit…Whit seemed…confused/pleased. Lex observed, and seethed. Clark watched, and smiled. Lana came up and broke whatever spell had been trying to coalesce in the McDowell's parking lot. It was an odd experience, Lex thought, to want to…hug her.

Whit strolled over to Lex, all cocky smile and thick blonde hair. "Your car's done," he said. "All done." He looked back at the car like he was looking back at a fabulously skilled stripper. "It's a beautiful car, Mr. Luthor."

"Do me a favor Whit, call me Lex. You make me feel like an old man." High school bastard. Mr. Luthor, my ass…

"Okay," Whit grinned—he was turned to Lex, but his eyes kept darting sideways, looking at the car. "Beautiful…" he murmured.

From across the lot, Clark was watching them, the tiniest bit of a frown pushing his lower lip out a bit. Something rose up in Lex, and seized the reins of good sense. "You want a ride?" Lex asked Whit and winced inside. good lord....

Whit gasped "For real? Hell yeah, I want a ride—you're going to let me get in the car? I mean—not filthy and sweaty like this I know but…wow."

filthy…sweaty… "Come over later on, and we can take it out. Sound good?"what the fuck…

"Fu—heck yeah!" Whit grinned. "Thanks! Oh, and that's ten bucks for the wash."

Lex smirked. "Here's twenty. I saw that you gave it…special care."

He drove off with the sight of Clark in his rear view mirror, looking a little of angry—a lot angry. He hadn't even told Clark good-bye…he had to reach down and adjust himself—imagining Clark jealous made him happy. And horny.

TBC.

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