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roxyTitle: coming soon—and this time, I mean the boys. Soon. Really
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lex/Clark/ Whit
Rating: PG-13-ish for naughty thoughts
Summary: It's PWP, really.
The Previous Parts are here, and they're not pawing through your lingerie—done that and wearing it.
Whit felt like he was flying—Lex was driving just—crazy fast, and it was so much damn fun, he couldn't stop laughing. Lex whipped the Porsche around a corner so fast that Whit heard the tires squeal, and felt the car try to slew and Whit threw his head back and laughed some more. "You're going to kill us, you crazy son-ofa-bitch!" he shouted, half admiring, half scared shitless. Hell, if Lex was cool with it, than so the fuck was he.
"No I won’t," Lex grinned. "I'm an excellent driver…" he said it with an odd inflection, and Whit looked at him, before snorting, laughing again.
"Yeah, you're an excellent driver, Rainman." Lex was funny…who would have thought that? He always looked so fucking serious, like he was sucking a lemon or something…he turned his head towards him and Lex had his eyes on the road, and a big grin on his face, and he looked—twelve. Whit felt something warm flip in his chest. Poor fucker—he probably hardly ever had just a plain old good time. Always at the plant—and he probably spent lots of time at those balls and shit, fund-raisers like Dad had to go to once in a while. He bet even though Lex's fundraisers were probably bigger, fancier, they sucked as much ass as the ones Dad had to attend. And when he wasn't doing that shit, he was hanging at the Beanery--with Clark. Mr. Excitement.
Whit shook his head. Lex was a young guy, hell, Lex was a pretty damn hot guy really, even he could see that; he should be partying on weekends, not working, or fuck, driving some kid around in his car.
"Faster?" Lex asked, with a little sideways smirk that made Whit smirk back.
"Fuck yeah—" Whit's head flew back and hit the headrest, and they were tearing down a straight away, long trails of beige dust fanning out behind them, tires bouncing over the uneven road surface. Whit was whooping, his heart was hammering in his throat, blood was racing through his veins and—shit. Heading south. He couldn't help it, something about flying down this road, in this hot car, Lex's maniacal grin—fuck. He was getting hard, and it was confusing—was it the car or the guy? Lana claimed everyone had someone on the planet they were gay for…was Lex his someone? 'Cause when she'd said that, he thought it was a prelude to her edging him into a threesome…he kinda thought she meant Chloe which was hot yeah, way hot but….
Kinda hoped in the smallest tiniest most ignored corner of his mind that she meant Clark.
But Lex?
Lex slowed right before the road took a big curve to head back into Smallville, and Whit licked his lips…he was going to do it. He was going to find out if Lex just wanted a co-pilot, or--
Lex said, "Let's go over to the Kent farm and pick up Clark—he'd like this too."
"Hunh?" Whit heard the confused outrage in his voice and tried to cover. "Clark? But--sure. Sounds like a *ton* of fun."
Lex looked over at him. "It's not like I don't know you guys have a competition of sorts over Lana. Maybe you two could talk, with a neutral party between you, you might come to some sort of agreement, hmm?"
between you. Whit felt a little shiver race all the way down his spine…and lower. Fight back…Whit growled, "What's it to you? I mean, excuse me but it's not like I don't know who *you* think is the right guy for her."
Lex reached over and jabbed a leather gloved finger into the side of Whit's knee. It was like being stabbed with a hot poker. "Are you sure about what I'm thinking?"
Whit locked his hands together and shoved his arms between his knees, right over where the shiver lodged. How did the guy manage to make that sound so dirty? He concentrated on killing his hard-on before they pulled up in the Kent driveway.
V
Lex roared towards the Kent farm. This was going to be…fun. He couldn’t wait to see Clark's face. He was going to flaunt this jock like a god damn flag. If he'd really seen what he thought he'd seen earlier…
He glanced over at Whit. There seemed to be something going on that he wasn't picking up on. Lex frowned. He was misreading something. Whit resolutely glowered through the windshield. Damn. They passed the Kent truck on the way, and Lex sent a silent prayer of thanks skyward that he was doing the speed limit. He and Whit waved as the drove past, and Jonathan sent a pained smile his way. Martha looked entirely more cheerful, even blew Lex a little kiss. He smiled. He'd never admit it, but he saved up all the little moments Martha treated him like family. Whit said, "I didn’t see Clark in the truck. He must be home alone."
Lex nodded. "Or he's over at your girlfriend's house since he knows you're with me."
"No he doesn't know that and why would you say such a thing?"
Lex shrugged. "I'm a dick?"
Whit scowled…and pissed himself off by laughing. "You're funny. Almost as funny as you think you are. You should be punished."
The car swerved slightly, and Whit looked over at Lex curiously. He glanced back. "Rabbit," he explained.
TBC
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lex/Clark/ Whit
Rating: PG-13-ish for naughty thoughts
Summary: It's PWP, really.
The Previous Parts are here, and they're not pawing through your lingerie—done that and wearing it.
Whit felt like he was flying—Lex was driving just—crazy fast, and it was so much damn fun, he couldn't stop laughing. Lex whipped the Porsche around a corner so fast that Whit heard the tires squeal, and felt the car try to slew and Whit threw his head back and laughed some more. "You're going to kill us, you crazy son-ofa-bitch!" he shouted, half admiring, half scared shitless. Hell, if Lex was cool with it, than so the fuck was he.
"No I won’t," Lex grinned. "I'm an excellent driver…" he said it with an odd inflection, and Whit looked at him, before snorting, laughing again.
"Yeah, you're an excellent driver, Rainman." Lex was funny…who would have thought that? He always looked so fucking serious, like he was sucking a lemon or something…he turned his head towards him and Lex had his eyes on the road, and a big grin on his face, and he looked—twelve. Whit felt something warm flip in his chest. Poor fucker—he probably hardly ever had just a plain old good time. Always at the plant—and he probably spent lots of time at those balls and shit, fund-raisers like Dad had to go to once in a while. He bet even though Lex's fundraisers were probably bigger, fancier, they sucked as much ass as the ones Dad had to attend. And when he wasn't doing that shit, he was hanging at the Beanery--with Clark. Mr. Excitement.
Whit shook his head. Lex was a young guy, hell, Lex was a pretty damn hot guy really, even he could see that; he should be partying on weekends, not working, or fuck, driving some kid around in his car.
"Faster?" Lex asked, with a little sideways smirk that made Whit smirk back.
"Fuck yeah—" Whit's head flew back and hit the headrest, and they were tearing down a straight away, long trails of beige dust fanning out behind them, tires bouncing over the uneven road surface. Whit was whooping, his heart was hammering in his throat, blood was racing through his veins and—shit. Heading south. He couldn't help it, something about flying down this road, in this hot car, Lex's maniacal grin—fuck. He was getting hard, and it was confusing—was it the car or the guy? Lana claimed everyone had someone on the planet they were gay for…was Lex his someone? 'Cause when she'd said that, he thought it was a prelude to her edging him into a threesome…he kinda thought she meant Chloe which was hot yeah, way hot but….
Kinda hoped in the smallest tiniest most ignored corner of his mind that she meant Clark.
But Lex?
Lex slowed right before the road took a big curve to head back into Smallville, and Whit licked his lips…he was going to do it. He was going to find out if Lex just wanted a co-pilot, or--
Lex said, "Let's go over to the Kent farm and pick up Clark—he'd like this too."
"Hunh?" Whit heard the confused outrage in his voice and tried to cover. "Clark? But--sure. Sounds like a *ton* of fun."
Lex looked over at him. "It's not like I don't know you guys have a competition of sorts over Lana. Maybe you two could talk, with a neutral party between you, you might come to some sort of agreement, hmm?"
between you. Whit felt a little shiver race all the way down his spine…and lower. Fight back…Whit growled, "What's it to you? I mean, excuse me but it's not like I don't know who *you* think is the right guy for her."
Lex reached over and jabbed a leather gloved finger into the side of Whit's knee. It was like being stabbed with a hot poker. "Are you sure about what I'm thinking?"
Whit locked his hands together and shoved his arms between his knees, right over where the shiver lodged. How did the guy manage to make that sound so dirty? He concentrated on killing his hard-on before they pulled up in the Kent driveway.
V
Lex roared towards the Kent farm. This was going to be…fun. He couldn’t wait to see Clark's face. He was going to flaunt this jock like a god damn flag. If he'd really seen what he thought he'd seen earlier…
He glanced over at Whit. There seemed to be something going on that he wasn't picking up on. Lex frowned. He was misreading something. Whit resolutely glowered through the windshield. Damn. They passed the Kent truck on the way, and Lex sent a silent prayer of thanks skyward that he was doing the speed limit. He and Whit waved as the drove past, and Jonathan sent a pained smile his way. Martha looked entirely more cheerful, even blew Lex a little kiss. He smiled. He'd never admit it, but he saved up all the little moments Martha treated him like family. Whit said, "I didn’t see Clark in the truck. He must be home alone."
Lex nodded. "Or he's over at your girlfriend's house since he knows you're with me."
"No he doesn't know that and why would you say such a thing?"
Lex shrugged. "I'm a dick?"
Whit scowled…and pissed himself off by laughing. "You're funny. Almost as funny as you think you are. You should be punished."
The car swerved slightly, and Whit looked over at Lex curiously. He glanced back. "Rabbit," he explained.
TBC
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