The Plan

Lex was supposed to be so good at planning, but he may have met his match.

Melisande said, "I want Drunk!Lex," so here he is. Drunk!Clark couldn't stay away, of course.

Disclaimer: The Lalique is mine. The characters? Not so much.

They were such pretty colors. And again Lex got caught in the swirl of amber and gold with flecks of red that he could see as he looked at the Scotch in the bottom of his glass. He wondered how hard it would be to capture those colors on canvas. He was not a good artist, despite access to excellent art teachers at Excelsior, but he knew pretty colors when he saw them. He giggled. What the fuck? He was giggling. He'd never done that before, especially not when drunk. And he'd been drunk a lot. He was quite good at it in fact. It was just... wrong. Luthors didn't giggle.

A snigger from across the room reminded him that he wasn't alone. Damn. But still, it was Clark who was here. His best, his only friend. He could count on Clark not to publicize this new and alarming tendency to giggle while drunk.

Of course Clark was also three sheets to the wind right now. Lex didn't think there was much blackmail potential in the current situation. As it stood, or in all reality slumped, they were both sloshed, so it was a toss up who would remember what when they were sober. Although Lex was pretty sure he would always remember how Clark looked sprawled across his sofa. Those long limbs spread asunder, hair falling over one bright green eye. The way his jeans hugged his package lovingly like it was taunting Lex. "See? I can touch, but you can't." Lex wanted to be reincarnated as a pair of Clark Kent's jeans. Well, maybe not. A pair of his underwear. Yeah that was better. Snuggled up to Clark's cock all day was where Lex wanted to be so badly....

"Hey, Lex." And Lex's attention was back on Clark's face. That pretty face with those lips that looked like they were made for....

"You need something to drink, don't you Clark?"

Clark grinned and nodded vigorously.

Yes, and Lex could do that. Lalique decanter containing twenty year old Scotch in one hand and lead crystal glass in the other, Lex pushed himself off the wall he had been holding up, and wove his way unsteadily across the library. His fancy schmancy library at his castle. Fuck, he had a castle in Kansas, so yeah, he had a library. Sometimes he wondered about his life. Well, at least his life experience made it such that he could give good advice.

There was not much that Clark could throw at him that he hadn't either experienced himself or couldn't devise a way to deal with. Hence, tonight's topic, the seduction of teenage girls. At least that had been what the topic had started out as. It had veered off into a fairy surreal realm, the seduction of men, and Lex had prided himself on his bland reaction to that bit of news.

Clark Kent was gay? Ok, Clark Kent was gay, and the world was a whole better place to be right now.

Lex grinned. What was he doing? Oh, right. Refill. And somehow he made it the rest of the way though the room without falling, sliding into a seated position on the floor in front of the couch where Clark lay without spilling a drop.

Clark held out his glass a bit unsteadily and Lex filled it, cursing as the scotch splashed over the top and onto Clark's hand.

"Shit, lemme get that, Clark," he said and he slowly started licking the suddenly shaking hand. Lex couldn't countenance the waste of such good liquor, after all.

"Lex." And was that arousal that he heard in Clark's voice? Mouth still on Clark's skin, Lex slowly raised his eyes to look at his friend's face.

"Want me to stop?" he asked huskily.

A slow shake of the head was all that Clark had time for before the glass was taken from him and a warm, lithe Lex crawled off the floor and onto his lap. Lex had retained possession of said scotch drenched hand and was now licking in between the fingers, periodically biting the pads.

Lex was focused, his blue gaze sharp and steady as he devoured Clark's hand. Clark moaned softly and shifted, needing to relieve the pressure of his jeans.

A small smile and another quick bite had Clark rubbing restlessly against Lex.

"Clark," Lex was far from sober, but he was still with it enough to know he needed permission from Clark to let this continue. The hitched breathing and the whimpering coming from his friend made him think that Clark was all for what he was doing, but he needed verbal confirmation before he could go on.

"Please, Lex." Clark's voice was steady, soft but steady. He didn't sound that drunk to Lex.

"Please what, Clark?"

"Please don't stop."

Ok, he could do that. This hadn't been his plan for the evening, but Lex was nothing if not adaptable. He slowly, and with exquisite attention to detail, expertly fellated each of Clark's fingers, swirling his tongue around each digit, sucking the fine scotch off of the even finer skin. When all he could taste was pure Clark, he leaned forward and, still staring Clark in the face, dropped the hand and swooped in for a scorching wet kiss.

Taking his time, Lex explored, tracing his tongue over every available surface inside Clark's mouth. Clark evidently enjoyed it, if the whimpers and moans coming from him were any indication. Lex coaxed Clark's tongue into a slow dance as he settled his body over Clark's and started thrusting against him.

Clark's mouth was addictive, tasting like scotch but with an underlying taste that was pure Clark. Lex wanted more, and he took it, indulging himself in the experience of kissing Clark. Who knew if he would get another chance to do this? Clark seemed willing enough now, but in the clear light of day....

Lex pulled away panting. He buried his face in Clark's warm neck and groaned when Clark helplessly thrust upward, trying to get closer to Lex.

"Oh Lex, don't... just... ah.... don't stop." And Lex was helpless to resist that plea. Sucking and nibbling his way up Clark's neck, Lex whispered, "I've got you, baby. Don't worry."

He nipped at Clark's jaw and swirled his tongue around the whorls of his ear, eliciting another whimper. His hands were busy slipping underneath the flannel shirt and gently kneading the warm skin. God, Clark felt amazing. As he continued whispering encouraging words in his ear, Lex started to slip Clark's shirt off. A sharp bite to Clark's clavicle made him jump and Lex felt a warm spurt in the boy's jeans as his pelvis thrust against him.

"Liked that did you, Clark?" Lex murmured against his skin.

Clark simply moaned inarticulately and started scrabbling at Lex's clothes.

Lex sat up and helped Clark divest himself of his shirt and then settled back down. Ahhh... skin to skin, much better. Maybe if they kept their pants on this wouldn't get too out of hand. That thought lasted until Clark started ripping at Lex's linen trousers.

"Need you, Lex," he moaned, and the last of Lex's reluctance dissipated. Clark was coherent, well mostly, and he was obviously interested in pursuing the evening's new agenda. And who was he to deny them both what they so obviously wanted?

Lex kneeled, straddling Clark's hips, and unzipped Clark's jeans and then unbuttoned his own pants. His manual dexterity was not at its usual level but he managed to get them mostly naked. Clark was not really helping, however. He kept trying to thrust onto Lex's hand and, while Lex appreciated the enthusiasm, he was starting to get a bit frustrated.

"Clark, c'mon help me here," he said. Blur of movement and he was again straddling Clark, only they were both completely naked. Underwear, socks, shoes were all gone. How the hell...? Was he so drunk he was losing time now?

That thought flew away when he saw the look on Clark's face. Open. Needy. Lex could worry about missing time later, right now he needed to have sex with Clark. But what did Clark want to do?

Wait, Lex was an executive, he would make an executive decision. Bending over he captured Clark's mouth with his and slid into place atop his best friend. Cocks aligned, Lex started thrusting, letting his dick slide over Clark's, the friction making both men moan. Lex didn't anticipate this taking long, and he was right. Clark trembled and came after a few moments, spilling sticky warmth between them. Lex lasted a few seconds longer, but that extra time did allow him to look at Clark's sweet face as he came.

They lay there for a few minutes. Lex would have liked to drag Clark into the shower but the room was still spinning and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to hold himself up, much less Clark. The stickiness obviously didn't bother Clark who simply pulled Lex close to him and promptly fell asleep. Lex shrugged. Well, he'd give it a few minutes then he'd wake Clark up so they could pry themselves apart.

~

Nuzzling. Nuzzling and cuddling and warmth and all the things that Lex was not used to waking up to were happening when he finally did wake up. Unfortunately, he was also sober when he woke up. With a clear memory of all of the events that preceded his nap. He groaned softly. Damnit, what had he done?

"Lex?"

And shit, Clark was awake too. But Lex really should have known that by all the nuzzling and cuddling that had been going on. He raised his head and looked into guileless green depths.

"Clark... I'm so sor..." The words were cut off before he could finish his thought. Clark's tongue was back in his mouth, and Lex promptly lost track of the thought, which couldn't have been that important anyway, he conceded to himself. At least, not when compared to what was happening now.

When breathing became an issue, Lex pulled away gasping. Clark started licking his way down his neck, making it very hard for Lex to focus on much else. But, he was a Luthor and he was going to give it a valiant try.

"Clark, we need to... shit, your mouth! need to talk about this..."

Raising his head, Clark shook it. "No talking," he growled, the sound making Lex's semi-hard cock twitch. Each word punctuated with a lick or a suck, Clark explained. "Every time," lick, "we get to a point," suck, "that I think we'll be making out," slow rub, "you find a way to stop us." Clark gathered an unresisting Lex to him. "It was getting frustrating, so I decided that I had to seduce you."

Lex was having a hard time keeping his mind on the conversation, but he did pick up on one point. "You... oh shit... you wanted to seduce me?" he asked, moaning as Clark's large warm hands caressed his butt.

Clark nodded and then stood up, pulling Lex with him. "Yes," he said. "And it took my getting you drunk to make it happen," he smiled.

It was rare for Lex to be speechless, but it seemed to be happening, as he struggled to say something, anything. "Good plan," he finally managed, his arms wrapping themselves around Clark's broad shoulders.

"Wait till you see my next trick," Clark said, grinning. "It involves my getting you very very wet."

~Fin