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Friends Don’t Let Friends Wear Plaid Schoolgirl Skirts by Henry Jones Jr. (NC-17)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Length: 5800 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: http://www.sabershadowkat.com/smallville/smallville.html
Why this must be read:
This is another one of those fics that just feels good. Most people, if you’ve spent any time in fandom at all are familiar with the name Henry Jones Jr. This is another fic that might seem just a bit OCC for Lex, but lets all remember that cannon does have him as a party boy and I’d like to think that after a week of dealing with his father, and the crap factory, he sometimes needs to unwind and this is probably a lot like the way Lex would do it. Plus, I have a Lex-is-high kink. :)
Clark tried to wrap his mind around the idea of Lex Luthor, the cool sophisticate, at a rave. The only raves Clark had seen were on television, but he still couldn't picture Lex amongst the writhing, sweaty mass of bodies, dancing and doing drugs (at least, on television the ravers always did drugs).
Lex was the right age to be at a rave, but it was Lex. Lex fenced and quoted history. He went to Dinners with a capital 'D'. He ran his own company, lived alone in a castle (the servants didn't count), and drank old scotch from crystal glasses. Cutting loose to Lex was splurging on a new car and playing billiards or chess. He didn't even own a t-shirt!
Clark saw Lex leaning against the wall outside of Warehouse Fifty-One behind a black El Camino and smiled to himself. Lex was wearing a white shirt and dark striped tie, the only deference to casualness was that the tie was loosened and the top button of his shirt undone. The shirt looked damp, but there were no rips or mesh, no leather, no strange makeup, no weird piercings or collars evident; it was just Lex as usual. Okay, he was sucking on an Icee Pop, half of the flavored blue ice gone from the clear plastic wrapping, and maybe there was a glittery sheen to his face and bare skull - and were those hickies on his neck? - but overall he was still Lex.
Except for the part where he had no pants.
Friends Don’t Let Friends Wear Plaid Schoolgirl Skirts
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Length: 5800 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: http://www.sabershadowkat.com/smallville/smallville.html
Why this must be read:
This is another one of those fics that just feels good. Most people, if you’ve spent any time in fandom at all are familiar with the name Henry Jones Jr. This is another fic that might seem just a bit OCC for Lex, but lets all remember that cannon does have him as a party boy and I’d like to think that after a week of dealing with his father, and the crap factory, he sometimes needs to unwind and this is probably a lot like the way Lex would do it. Plus, I have a Lex-is-high kink. :)
Clark tried to wrap his mind around the idea of Lex Luthor, the cool sophisticate, at a rave. The only raves Clark had seen were on television, but he still couldn't picture Lex amongst the writhing, sweaty mass of bodies, dancing and doing drugs (at least, on television the ravers always did drugs).
Lex was the right age to be at a rave, but it was Lex. Lex fenced and quoted history. He went to Dinners with a capital 'D'. He ran his own company, lived alone in a castle (the servants didn't count), and drank old scotch from crystal glasses. Cutting loose to Lex was splurging on a new car and playing billiards or chess. He didn't even own a t-shirt!
Clark saw Lex leaning against the wall outside of Warehouse Fifty-One behind a black El Camino and smiled to himself. Lex was wearing a white shirt and dark striped tie, the only deference to casualness was that the tie was loosened and the top button of his shirt undone. The shirt looked damp, but there were no rips or mesh, no leather, no strange makeup, no weird piercings or collars evident; it was just Lex as usual. Okay, he was sucking on an Icee Pop, half of the flavored blue ice gone from the clear plastic wrapping, and maybe there was a glittery sheen to his face and bare skull - and were those hickies on his neck? - but overall he was still Lex.
Except for the part where he had no pants.
Friends Don’t Let Friends Wear Plaid Schoolgirl Skirts