Title: Precious

Author/pseudonym: Margaret Newman/Mererid

Fandom: Smallville

Pairing: Clark/Lex

Category: PWP, opening line challenge

Rating: R

Status: done

Archive: Yes

Series/Sequel: eh

Disclaimers: I don't own them, blah blah blah.

Notes: For Peja

Brief Summary: Clark really hated going to dinner with Lex's friends.

Warnings: brief and silly piece of fic, oh and not beta'd

Precious
by Margaret Newman/Mererid

"Ah....ain't he precious...?"

Clark really hated going to dinner with Lex's friends. They weren't the nicest group of people. But the thing he hated most was when Patrick or Diane would condescendingly make that remark whenever he spoke up. This time it was Rene.

Sure he was young, but he didn't think he was that naive. Three years at college, five years in a relationship with Lex. He had survived two Christmas' with the Luthor clan. One in Toronto at Lionel's sister's home, and one in Virginia at Lionel's latest form of entertainment. Horse-breeding and leggy Southern belles.

"Rene, shut the fuck up." Lex growled, leaning an elbow on the table and pointing his salad fork at the over-educated Cajun queen.

Patrick snorted into his wine glass, barely ducking in time when the fork sailed his way.

"Any of you insult Clark again, and we're gone. I'm tired of making fucking excuses for you." Lex's lips thinned. Everyone went silent.

"Really, Lex. You spent far too much…" Diane flicked her precisely colored hair over her shoulder.

Lex stood up. "I'm sorry, Clark. I should have taken you up on your offer to stay home in bed."

"Well, the offer is still open." Clark shrugged, shoving his chair back from the table. "We can pick up some of that wine you like on the way home, try out that organic berry lube Chloe gave us, and pretend we never left the house."

Lex grinned, enjoying the fact that Clark mentioned the lube in front of everyone but blushed anyway. "I love the way you think." He leaned down and brushed his lips over Clark's, took Clark's hand, and tugged him up.

"Really, Alexander." Patrick snorted. "You aren't serious."

"Did you hear something, Clark? Flies buzzing?" Lex led the way out of the private room of the restaurant.

"I thought it was crows." Clark patted Lex's wool covered butt under the guise of straightening out the tailored jacket. "You know how they squawk."

"I think we'll make do with the wine we have at home." Lex said as he sidled up to Clark in the back of the Mercedes. He slid a hand up Clark's thigh, and cupped the growing bulge in Dockers crotch.

"Yeah." Clark gasped, one big hand fitting around the back of Lex's head, and pulling his lover in for a searing kiss. "Yeah, baby."

END