Working Title: His Part (of His World)
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Smallville
Character/Pairing: Clex (Clark/Lex) Fluffy Goodness
Rating: R/M for nudity and suggested sexual content
Challenge: #88: Hot Water
Warning(s): Total fluff that might or might not make sense as I wrote it in the wee hours of the morning yesterday
Word Count: 374
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC comics and all other rightful owners, none of whom are the author, and are used without permission.


"Somebody save me!" he belts as hot water pelts his body. He's running his hands over his own body, washing his head and chest, when a pair of strong arms circles around his waist and yanks him backward.

"Save you? From what? You don't look like you need saving to me, sweetheart, unless . . . " Eager fingers trail down his ribs. "Could the mighty Lex Luthor be afraid of . . . the Tickle Monster?!"

"Clark," he says, laughing, "you wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, but I would!" his lover's hot voice blows into his ear as he assures him a split second before following his words with fingers playing rapidly over Lex's body.

Lex doubles over with laughter. His foot slips on the soapy water in the tub. He falls backwards into the man he loves. "Aha, so that is what you need saving from!"

"Clark!" Lex's voice is shrill and demanding but still filled with laughter.

He can feel his young lover's arousal behind him, and already his mind is calculating. He'd had time for a fifteen minute shower, but what he wants to do with Clark will take a great deal longer.

"Let the meeting wait," Clark urges, almost as though he's read his mind.

"What will they say?"

"When did you start caring?" Lex smiles. Clark certainly knows him, but then, he has since they were teenagers just beginning to find their way in life and carefully building a precarious friendship.

He leans back into him. "You're right," he admits, turning his head and placing a kiss on Clark's strong neck. "You're absolutely right." He used to be so concerned with ruling the world. Maybe he's starting to grow old, because he's grown tired of the meetings filled with government debauchery, plans, and new angles. He no longer cares to rule the whole world. He only wants his piece of it, and that piece stars the man he now starts to take as his again. After all, he muses before his mind ceases all coherent schemes, what's the point of having the power and fortune to rule the world if you didn't get to enjoy that which you love most in it? That, he silently promises both himself and Clark, will never happen.

The End