Fic: Drunk!Clark Doesn't Back Down

[sinderella81]

Title: Drunk!Clark Doesn't Back Down
Rating: R ?
Pairing: Clex!!
Disclaimer: Not Mine!  I just like to play!
Summary:  Drunk!Clark doesn't back down from anything ... especially a dare!
A/N:  Inspired by a conversation with herohunter  via comments on her buzzcut boys GIP post ... 

Thanks to krissielee  for the quick read through! 

“Come on!” “Wimp!” “Pussy!” “He dared you! Do you back down from dares?”

 

“Hell no!” Clark said, swaying as he yelled, raising a fist in the air. “I don’t back down from a dare!” He didn’t know how many drinks he’d had; his friends from school had surprised him and they were celebrating his birthday. One of the older kids bought 5 kegs of beer and his cup had never been empty. Now they were all playing Truth or Dare, although there were more Dares than Truths.

 

“Then do it!”

 

“I will!” Clark said, and plopped down into the chair that one of his friends had set up in the backyard. “Clark Kent doesn’t back down from a dare! Pete, start them up!”

 

Everyone cheered as Pete stepped behind Clark and ran the clippers over his head. Front to back, back to front, long curls dropped around Clark until there was only half inch long stubble. Pete turned off the clippers and stepped back, letting Clark feel his head. Clark ran his hands over his head for a minute, then smiled.

 

“Fuck yeah!” Clark said, then promptly passed out.

 

“Ah shit,” Pete said. “Who’s the designated driver?” He saw a couple of jocks raise their hands.

 

“We have a game tomorrow, so no drinking for us,” one of the jocks said as they hoisted Clark up between them and carried him to their van, where they drove him to the penthouse.

 

Clark was mostly awake by the time they reached the penthouse, and he somehow managed to make his way up without breaking anything. He snuck into the penthouse and swayed through the hallway until he reached his and Lex’s bedroom. He kicked off his shoes, struggled out of his clothes and climbed into bed, passing out.

 

                                                            *           *           *          

 

Lex sighed, wrapping his arms tight around Clark. He didn’t remember his lover coming in the night before, but he knew that Clark had been celebrating his birthday with friends at school. He pressed his face into Clark’s neck. 

 

“Mmmm, morning,” Lex murmured.

 

“Morning,” Clark replied in a whisper.

 

“Have fun last night?” Lex asked, eyes still closed.

 

“I think so,” Clark mumbled.

 

“You think so?” Lex asked.

 

“Don’t remember some of it,” Clark admitted.

 

“Must have been fun,” Lex said, pulling back and finally opening his eyes. “Holy shit!” he yelled.

 

Clark winced. “Ouch,” he said. “Not so loud.”

 

“Clark,” Lex said, much softer. “What happened at that party?”

 

“I told you, I don’t remember a lot of it,” Clark admitted. “We were drinking, and then we started playing Truth or Dare and … “ His eyes widened as his memories started coming back. His hands slowly moved up to touch his head, and he gasped.

 

“Did someone dare you to do that?”

 

“I … I think so,” Clark said, running his hands back and forth over his head.

 

“Can I … can I feel it?” Lex asked softly. At Clark’s small nod, he reached up and gently placed his hands on Clark’s head. It didn’t feel prickly at all; it was soft, like velvet. He sighed and began to run his hands over Clark’s head, back and forth, side to side. He leaned up and rubbed his cheek on Clark’s head. “Soft,” he whispered.

 

Clark moaned, leaning into Lex’s touch. “Feels good,” he murmured. “Don’t stop.”

 

“Wasn’t going to,” Lex replied, lost in the sensation of Clark’s hair under his fingers. He kept one hand going on Clark’s head, and let the other trail down to his cock, stroking fast.

 

Clark groaned and began stroking his own cock, fast and hard. That, combined with the sensation of Lex’s hand on his head and soon he was coming. “Fuck!” he yelled, his free hand going to grasp his head. 

 

Lex came too, collapsing on top of Clark. “You okay?” Lex whispered, kissing Clark’s cheek.

 

“I have a massive headache, but other than that,” Clark said. “No more drinking and playing Truth or Dare.”

 

Lex chuckled. “I think you look stunning,” he said. “Your cheekbones stand out and all I see are those beautiful eyes. And your hair is soft, like velvet, so springy and – “ he cut himself off and blushed a bit.

 

Clark smiled and gave Lex a gentle kiss. “Thank you,” he murmured.

 

“Only telling the truth,” Lex said. “Now, why don’t you lie back down. I’ll come back in a bit with some aspirin and some hot tea and toast.”

 

Clark nodded and laid back down in the bed, pulling the covers up over him.

 

Lex chuckled and padded to the kitchen to make the some hot tea and toast. When he went back into the bedroom, he smiled at his lover, who was fast asleep with the covers tucked under his chin. He set the tray on the dresser and climbed back into the bed with Clark, stroking Clark's shorn hair until he too drifted off to sleep.