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hackthis_archiveA little birdie said she’s not feeling well, so I wrote this to try and make her smile. A little sugar to help the medicine go down.
Tinged with a Kiss
Notes: Inspired by Smashing pumpkins covering Thin Lizzy’s ‘dancing in the moonlight’
It was the chocolate’s fault: Clark will swear that until the end. Although whether ‘the end’ will turn out to be the end of the movie, the end of the bag of chocolate, or just the end of the night, Clark’s not sure.
He’s always had an unnatural love of sweets, anyway. Everyone knows that. So his behavior can’t be traced back to the movie or the night, or the fact that Clark’s sitting next to Lex in the semi-dark watching some random movie that Clark thinks he might’ve wanted to see. It was probably his suggestion that they watch a movie together, anyway, but it’s not a date. That’s what Clark had told himself when he showered and shaved and changed, and then told his dad that he was going to the Talon and maybe to Pete’s afterwards. Clark's love of candy is why he lied and lied until nobody could figure out where he was and if he was even supposed to be in the same time zone.
Because it’s not a date. Right.
Yes, the candy’s responsible for it all. That’s Clark’s story, and he knows he’ll be sticking to it. Chocolate and sticking though? Chloe would roll her eyes and say ‘uh huh,’ in that ‘Clark, you’re so dense way,’ but Clark has always taken Lex for an M&M’s kind of guy, or something else tidy and neat with as little mess as possible. Lex sitting next to Clark on the sofa devouring mini-peanut butter cups as though they’re something else entirely doesn’t process well in Clark’s imagination. Which, after some consideration, is probably not a bad thing because there’s a lot of chocolate, and it’s messy, and it makes Lex reek of peanut butter and other lickable stuff.
Clark's imagination may come fizzling out his ears if he ever gets a full grasp on this image, and wouldn't that be a diffcult explaination?
Besides, he remembers reading somewhere that chocolate’s a replacement for sex, so really, Lex should be more forthcoming with the sharing because who could be more in need of sex than a sixteen year-old boy? It not as though Clark doesn’t have soda and Dots and popcorn, very buttery and slick popcorn, within an arm’s reach, but that not the same as Lex’s chocolate. So if Clark decides then and there that he very much wants Lex’s chocolate, who can blame him?
It smells so good, and there’s Lex happily – or as happy as Lex tends to get – shoveling one piece after another into his mouth and the chocolate must’ve been a bit soft because Lex has smears of it on his lips and on his fingers, and damnit, Clark’s hungry. He wants chocolate and there it is, just waiting for him and taunting him, and it’s really quite simple for him to reach out and re-divert Lex’s peanut butter into his mouth.
Quite possibly too simple.
Okay, so he stole chocolate from Lex, but at least he’s nice enough to suck Lex’s fingers clean and leave them better than he found them. Lex should be thanking him for that instead of staring at Clark as though Clark just took his lollipop. It’s not as though they’re kids and Clark just ate the last cupcake. Except that’s what the look on Lex’s face is like. Or something like it. But really, if Clark hadn’t cleaned off Lex’s fingers with his mouth then Lex might’ve gotten chocolate on his really expensive pants, and Clark couldn’t have that at all – although, perhaps it might’ve been interesting to try and lick it off.
Clark likes licking chocolate.
And he does have every intention of explaining this to Lex, he even opens his mouth to say so, but then he’s stopped, and the first thing that pops into Clark’s head, besides 'chocolate is good,' is that boys kiss differently from girls. Kissing Chloe had been all bubble gum and wispy hair, and kissing Lana had been about innocence, all light and fair. Kissing girls involved hair and lip-gloss and leaning far enough down so that the other party involved could meet Clark half way. Kissing a boy, not that Lex actually is a boy, is just completely different. Lex’s lips aren’t slick with paint just chocolate, and there isn’t any hair to get in the way. There is a considerable transference in the chocolate department, but Clark likes Reese’s Peanut Butter cups anyway. That’s what’s gotten him to the point where Lex is smearing wet, chocolatey fingers on his face anyway. So with all the kissing involved, Lex couldn’t possibly mind if Clark licked that smear of chocolate off Lex’s face, right? Or if Clark licks his own thumb and then uses it to rub Lex’s lips clean, he’s really only helping Lex out. Besides, Clark really likes chocolate, and there’s a lot between them; Clark wouldn’t want to leave a mess. Chocolate can be tricky like that.
Tinged with a Kiss
Notes: Inspired by Smashing pumpkins covering Thin Lizzy’s ‘dancing in the moonlight’
It was the chocolate’s fault: Clark will swear that until the end. Although whether ‘the end’ will turn out to be the end of the movie, the end of the bag of chocolate, or just the end of the night, Clark’s not sure.
He’s always had an unnatural love of sweets, anyway. Everyone knows that. So his behavior can’t be traced back to the movie or the night, or the fact that Clark’s sitting next to Lex in the semi-dark watching some random movie that Clark thinks he might’ve wanted to see. It was probably his suggestion that they watch a movie together, anyway, but it’s not a date. That’s what Clark had told himself when he showered and shaved and changed, and then told his dad that he was going to the Talon and maybe to Pete’s afterwards. Clark's love of candy is why he lied and lied until nobody could figure out where he was and if he was even supposed to be in the same time zone.
Because it’s not a date. Right.
Yes, the candy’s responsible for it all. That’s Clark’s story, and he knows he’ll be sticking to it. Chocolate and sticking though? Chloe would roll her eyes and say ‘uh huh,’ in that ‘Clark, you’re so dense way,’ but Clark has always taken Lex for an M&M’s kind of guy, or something else tidy and neat with as little mess as possible. Lex sitting next to Clark on the sofa devouring mini-peanut butter cups as though they’re something else entirely doesn’t process well in Clark’s imagination. Which, after some consideration, is probably not a bad thing because there’s a lot of chocolate, and it’s messy, and it makes Lex reek of peanut butter and other lickable stuff.
Clark's imagination may come fizzling out his ears if he ever gets a full grasp on this image, and wouldn't that be a diffcult explaination?
Besides, he remembers reading somewhere that chocolate’s a replacement for sex, so really, Lex should be more forthcoming with the sharing because who could be more in need of sex than a sixteen year-old boy? It not as though Clark doesn’t have soda and Dots and popcorn, very buttery and slick popcorn, within an arm’s reach, but that not the same as Lex’s chocolate. So if Clark decides then and there that he very much wants Lex’s chocolate, who can blame him?
It smells so good, and there’s Lex happily – or as happy as Lex tends to get – shoveling one piece after another into his mouth and the chocolate must’ve been a bit soft because Lex has smears of it on his lips and on his fingers, and damnit, Clark’s hungry. He wants chocolate and there it is, just waiting for him and taunting him, and it’s really quite simple for him to reach out and re-divert Lex’s peanut butter into his mouth.
Quite possibly too simple.
Okay, so he stole chocolate from Lex, but at least he’s nice enough to suck Lex’s fingers clean and leave them better than he found them. Lex should be thanking him for that instead of staring at Clark as though Clark just took his lollipop. It’s not as though they’re kids and Clark just ate the last cupcake. Except that’s what the look on Lex’s face is like. Or something like it. But really, if Clark hadn’t cleaned off Lex’s fingers with his mouth then Lex might’ve gotten chocolate on his really expensive pants, and Clark couldn’t have that at all – although, perhaps it might’ve been interesting to try and lick it off.
Clark likes licking chocolate.
And he does have every intention of explaining this to Lex, he even opens his mouth to say so, but then he’s stopped, and the first thing that pops into Clark’s head, besides 'chocolate is good,' is that boys kiss differently from girls. Kissing Chloe had been all bubble gum and wispy hair, and kissing Lana had been about innocence, all light and fair. Kissing girls involved hair and lip-gloss and leaning far enough down so that the other party involved could meet Clark half way. Kissing a boy, not that Lex actually is a boy, is just completely different. Lex’s lips aren’t slick with paint just chocolate, and there isn’t any hair to get in the way. There is a considerable transference in the chocolate department, but Clark likes Reese’s Peanut Butter cups anyway. That’s what’s gotten him to the point where Lex is smearing wet, chocolatey fingers on his face anyway. So with all the kissing involved, Lex couldn’t possibly mind if Clark licked that smear of chocolate off Lex’s face, right? Or if Clark licks his own thumb and then uses it to rub Lex’s lips clean, he’s really only helping Lex out. Besides, Clark really likes chocolate, and there’s a lot between them; Clark wouldn’t want to leave a mess. Chocolate can be tricky like that.
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Date: 2002-12-16 12:45 pm (UTC)This is brilliant, and makes me hungry.
Since I can't have Lex, I'll settle for some chocolate. *g*
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Date: 2002-12-16 03:40 pm (UTC)This is brilliant, and makes me hungry.
::passes bag of chocolate:: it's not quite as good as the real thing, but it'll do in a pinch. on behalf of my over-worked, over-thinking muse, i'm glad you liked it :)
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Date: 2002-12-16 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-16 03:42 pm (UTC)::rings up another two cents on the reese's endorsement deal:: you are hungry, now you must go by chocolate! ;)
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Date: 2002-12-16 01:07 pm (UTC):::sigh::: Damn, I just love you. If this doesn't help the birdie feel better, I don't know what would.
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Date: 2002-12-16 03:44 pm (UTC):::sigh::: Damn, I just love you. If this doesn't help the birdie feel better, I don't know what would.
::rings up two more cents on imaginary reese's endorsement deal:: i'm glad you liked it! :)
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Date: 2002-12-16 01:13 pm (UTC)Chocolate! Lex! Chocolate-coated Lex!
I loved it. And now I want some chocolate.
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Date: 2002-12-16 03:48 pm (UTC):::sigh::: Damn, I just love you. If this doesn't help the birdie feel better, I don't know what would.
::hits cash register:: i have made six whole cents in my reese's endorsement deal. go me! i'm glad you liked it :)
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Date: 2002-12-16 01:33 pm (UTC)I want chocolate now too. Luckily, I have some candy in the form of one of those chocolate advent calendars. Yay the 16th!
Great story. So cute and sexy, and wouldn't that'd be exactly what goes through Clarks mind when he kisses Lex? What? I'm sorry, I can't hear you. Something about Egypt...
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Date: 2002-12-16 03:54 pm (UTC)I hear Egypt is lovely this time of year. I have a timeshare condo out on the river you know.
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Date: 2002-12-16 01:36 pm (UTC)Oh dear, I side with Clark, it's all the chocolate's fault, really *g*
God, this was good ^_^
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Date: 2002-12-16 03:53 pm (UTC)Naturally it's the chocolate's fault. Of course with Lex in the room it could also be the fault of the sky falling or something. Lex could inspire anything.
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Date: 2002-12-16 01:54 pm (UTC)::snerk:: So very Clark. Delicious as always, hon. :o)
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Date: 2002-12-16 03:51 pm (UTC)When I was writing that line I had this distinct urge to type 'moist and chocolatey goodness'. Dunno where *that* came from ;)
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Date: 2002-12-16 02:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-16 03:50 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. Enjoy your chocolate!
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Date: 2002-12-16 03:02 pm (UTC)Such a rush of endorphins, oh yes. *g*
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Date: 2002-12-16 03:48 pm (UTC)Such a rush of endorphins, oh yes. *g*
lex + chocolate = sure fire hit. that's the kind of math that i know. ;)
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Date: 2002-12-16 04:44 pm (UTC)And now my own sweet tooth is acting up.
*wanders off in search of Ghirardelli's*
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Date: 2002-12-16 08:47 pm (UTC)my sentiments exactly! ;) it's all about preventative measures right? of course i doubt this is what my sex ed teacher was talking about.
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Date: 2002-12-17 03:37 pm (UTC)Well, of course it is. And preventing chocolate from going to waste is a measure I can definitely get behind.
of course i doubt this is what my sex ed teacher was talking about.
Yes, well. You're adapting to the circumstances, something any good teacher would admire, I'm sure.
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Date: 2002-12-16 05:31 pm (UTC)This fic should have NC-17 warning. *g* It contains too much aphrodisiac.
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Date: 2002-12-16 08:49 pm (UTC)I think the same could be said for your icon. Whoa. ;)
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Date: 2002-12-17 01:08 pm (UTC)See, with an opening line like that, you just can't go wrong. And you certainly haven't, this is sweet and light and cute, and I love puppy Clark helpfully cleaning up for Lex, and just the striking visual image of Lex staring at him as though Clark had stolen is lolly is priceess. And then? Then you give up the kisses, and god, right now I wish I had a whole bag for peanut butter cups to call my own. Thank you so much, baby, this definitely lifted my spirits. *hugs*
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Date: 2002-12-17 04:27 pm (UTC)Just trying to do my part to promote cavities and mental health ;) I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2002-12-21 05:38 pm (UTC)