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Jailbird by Aelita (NC-17)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aelita
Author Website: Insanity Lair
Why this must be read: This story's just fun from beginning to end, although it has moments when it drifts into slightly deeper territory. Clark's lost another bet, and best buddy Pete takes off to let Clark deal with the consequences ... namely ending up in a Metropolis jail in a rather questionable outfit. Lex comes to bail Clark out and the exchange between them is priceless. And since I own my issues, I'll say that I love this story particularly for Clark's inner monologue on the benefits of skirts: "They are the best invention since space shuttles. He is going to have this skirt bronzed, he's sure Lex knows someone who can do that, and fuck anyone who doesn't understand." You've got to admire a man who knows what he likes. *G*
"Clark, I know I've been a little busy for the last few weeks but you know I'm always here for you. And if you needed the money that badly..."
What?!
"What?" Lex motions at the file. Fuck. Well, at least that killed any stirring he had in his pa... skirt. "No, Lex it's not what you think."
Lex's voice is schooled, lacking any kind of judgment or emotion, and Clark hates when he sounds like this. "So, if not for money, were you selling yourself for pleasure?"
"No! I wasn't." And this conversation just went to hell faster than a speeding bullet.
"Prostitution, Clark."
"I wasn't..." He must be tired because he completely fell for it. He crosses his arms on his chest, which takes a couple of tries because his breasts keep getting in the way, and scowls at Lex, who is very obviously biting his lip to keep from laughing. "Bastard."
"No, that would be my father." At Clark's surprised sound, Lex finally lets out a lazy chuckle. "Family tree can be very telling, if you know what you're looking for. But we digress. So, you're not a lady of the night. Tell me."
"It's a long story."
"It's not as if it's 4 am on a Tuesday night and I have better things to do. Like sleeping."
Read the story: Jailbird
Don't forget to feedback the author!
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Author on LJ:
aelitaAuthor Website: Insanity Lair
Why this must be read: This story's just fun from beginning to end, although it has moments when it drifts into slightly deeper territory. Clark's lost another bet, and best buddy Pete takes off to let Clark deal with the consequences ... namely ending up in a Metropolis jail in a rather questionable outfit. Lex comes to bail Clark out and the exchange between them is priceless. And since I own my issues, I'll say that I love this story particularly for Clark's inner monologue on the benefits of skirts: "They are the best invention since space shuttles. He is going to have this skirt bronzed, he's sure Lex knows someone who can do that, and fuck anyone who doesn't understand." You've got to admire a man who knows what he likes. *G*
"Clark, I know I've been a little busy for the last few weeks but you know I'm always here for you. And if you needed the money that badly..."
What?!
"What?" Lex motions at the file. Fuck. Well, at least that killed any stirring he had in his pa... skirt. "No, Lex it's not what you think."
Lex's voice is schooled, lacking any kind of judgment or emotion, and Clark hates when he sounds like this. "So, if not for money, were you selling yourself for pleasure?"
"No! I wasn't." And this conversation just went to hell faster than a speeding bullet.
"Prostitution, Clark."
"I wasn't..." He must be tired because he completely fell for it. He crosses his arms on his chest, which takes a couple of tries because his breasts keep getting in the way, and scowls at Lex, who is very obviously biting his lip to keep from laughing. "Bastard."
"No, that would be my father." At Clark's surprised sound, Lex finally lets out a lazy chuckle. "Family tree can be very telling, if you know what you're looking for. But we digress. So, you're not a lady of the night. Tell me."
"It's a long story."
"It's not as if it's 4 am on a Tuesday night and I have better things to do. Like sleeping."
Read the story: Jailbird
Don't forget to feedback the author!