crack_van | Smallville / Popslash (NC-17)

It's the fifteenth, and that means Crossovers!! A lot of fandoms have crossed over with Smallville - the show lends itself to crossover weirdness - but this one really is the strangest of all. *G*

Title: Context
Pairing: Clark/Lex, Lex/Justin, Clark/Lance
Author on LJ:

addictedkitten
Author Website: addicted
Why this must be read: I know nothing about Popslash beyond having heard of N*SYNC and having a vague idea who the people are. But that doesn't take away one bit from the fact that this story is hilarious. It's fun and smutty and outrageously plausible. The author has self-described it as: "blowjobs on jaguars and kisses in kitchens: these are a few of my favorite things." With a lead up like that, how can you not want to read it?

If you need more temptation, try this:
Justin seethed, vowing to get a better car, even if he had to call Mr. Jaguar himself. He was tired of this. He was Lex's age, and he knew he had more money, and fuck tact. Luthor needed to be shot down, and right now. "At least," he said coolly, "I didn't need my daddy to make my fortune for me."

Lex's eyes narrowed, and before Justin could even blink, he was slammed on his back on the hood of the Jag.

"You have no. Idea. What you're talking about," Lex bit off.

"Don't I, Mr. Luthor?" Justin said, shifting beneath Lex's touch, the hood of the car cold and smooth against his back. "It must be hard. Living in his shadow." He smiled an infuriating smile, pleased to have the upper hand. "Poor little rich boy."

Lex glared. Like fuck he had the upper hand. "I could make a call and blot out your existence, Timberlake. I could break your neck and bury you and they'd never find the body." He pushed harder, shoving his knee between Justin's legs.

"What's stopping you?" Justin said, breathless.

With one hand, Lex worked at his belt buckle. "I think you have far better uses than that."

Read the story: Context