Fic: Boys Gone Wild

[sinderella81]

Title: Boys Gone Wild
Rating: Um ... PG-13? *shrugs*
Characters: Clark/Lex
Disclaimer: Not Mine!  I just like to play!
Summary:  Clark goes to a club and gets approached by the people from Boys Gone WIld ... 
A/N:  This is written for krissielee- I told her about my dad seeing a commercial for 'Boys Gone Wild' and we thought it would be funny/cute if Clark was on it ... Thanks a bunch to lexalicious70for helping me finish this - I couldn't have done it without you!!

“Why are we here?” Clark asked, tugging at his shirt.

 

“Because it’s Friday night, we’re 18, and in college away from our parents,” Pete said, giving Clark a look. He’d been surprised when he’d entered his dorm that first day at MetU and found Clark standing there. It had taken them all of 5 minutes before they were laughing and joking just like the old days. Now they were waiting in line to get into an over 18 club because Pete convinced Clark that they needed to relax.

 

“But, I have to study,” Clark said.

 

“Please, you’re passing all your classes with flying colors,” Pete said. “Let’s have one night where we don’t worry about grades.”

 

Clark sighed and looked around, feeling underdressed and uncomfortable in the throng of people waiting to get into the club. He didn’t notice the two girls bouncing over to him and Pete.

 

“Are you two, like, trying to get into the club?”

 

Clark turned to see two buxom blondes bouncing in front of him and Pete.

 

“Yes, yes we are,” Pete said with a sly grin. The two blondes hung on to Pete a bit, complimenting him on his black jeans and dark blue fitted shirt. They then turned to Clark.

 

“Honey, you’ll never get in like that,” one of the blondes said seriously.

 

Clark looked down at his clothes. It was laundry day, so all he had to wear were his old jeans, one size too small, faded and a bit ripped, and a red t-shirt that had been washed one too many times and shifted up his lean torso when he lifted his arms.

 

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Clark asked.

 

“You won’t get into the club honey. Let Marcia work her magic and they’ll be begging you to be in their club,” Tiffany, the other blonde, said with a grin.

 

Clark gave Pete a pleading look, but Pete just shook his head. “You know I want to get into this club, man,” he said. “And if they’re willing to help … probably because they really want to get in … then let them.”

 

Clark groaned and sighed. “Fine, but Pete, you owe me big time,” he said.

 

Marcia squealed and clapped her hands. “All right, hold still,” she said. She handed Tiffany her bag and pulled out a pair of small scissors. “Now, your jeans are just perfect, but your shirt … “ She used her small nail scissors to help her rip the sleeves of Clark’s shirt. Then she snipped off the collar and created a v-neck shirt that exposed Clark’s defined pecs.

 

Clark’s eyes went wide when he saw what had been done to his shirt; it was one of his favorites. He jumped when he felt Marcia’s hands in his hair. “What are you doing?” he asked.

 

“Hold still,” Marcia said, ruffling Clark’s curls and creating the perfect bedhead. “Now, for the final touch … “ She dug a small pencil out of her purse and began to line Clark’s eyes.

 

Clark flinched and pulled back from the incoming pencil. “Hey, whoa! Don’t poke me with that thing!”

 

Marcia rolled her eyes. “Oh please! I’ve been doing this for like, years,” she said. “Now, stop moving!”

 

Clark sighed and closed his eyes, trying to keep from flinching … again.

 

“There,” Marcia said, smudging the eyeliner a bit. “Perfect!”

 

Throughout the whole process, the line had been steadily moving and now the four of them were all at the front of the line. Tiffany and Marcia batted their eyes at the bouncer, who gave them each a sly smile, gave Clark an obvious once over and let all four of them in.

 

“Told ya!” Tiffany said with a wink as they entered the club. “Now if you’ll excuse us, there are rich men in here just waiting for us! Laters!” Tiffany pulled Marcia deeper into the club, leaving Clark and Pete alone.

 

“Cool, let’s go dance,” Pete said.

 

“I don’t know,” Clark said.

 

“Come on,” Pete said. “We didn’t come to this club to just stand around.”

 

 “Fine,” he said, and dragged Pete onto the dance floor. “Ten minutes.”

 

Pete sighed but soon the rhythm of the music had him bouncing around on the dance floor, oblivious to Clark’s obvious embarrassment.

 

Clark danced a bit, but spent most of his time on the dance floor trying to avoid groping fingers.

 

“Hey!” Clark felt the tap on his shoulder and turned to see a tall man with dark hair and a clipboard.

 

“Yes?” Clark asked.

 

“We’re shooting a DVD here tonight,” the man said. “’Boys Gone Wild’; ever hear of it?”

 

Clark shook his head. “Nope,” he said.

 

“It’s not porn, if that’s what you’re wondering,” the man said. “Just guys without their shirts, and we want you.”

 

“Sorry, I don’t think so,” Clark said.

 

“It’s all very tasteful,” the man said. “You only do what you’re comfortable with.”

 

“Sorry, I just don’t think I could do that,” Clark said. Actually, he really wanted to … he found the idea exciting.

 

“We’ll give you $500 just to take your shirt off,” the man said. His boss saw this kid dancing and had told him to do whatever it took to get him shirtless on the DVD.

 

“$500?” Pete said. “Clark, man … that’s … “

 

The man with the clipboard was beginning to look desperate.

 

“Clark, $500 is like a month’s worth of pizza,” Pete said. “Come on, please?”

 

Clark sighed; $500 could definitely help him out in the textbook situation.  “Fine,” he said.

 

“Great,” the guy said. “Just sign this release.”

 

Clark took the clipboard and looked the release over. “Um … with a few edits,” he said, and quickly marked up the release. He didn’t want his face everywhere because of this, so he tried to make sure they could only use if for the one DVD.

 

Once it was signed, the man took the clipboard back. He noticed all the markups and sighed; his boss was not going to be happy, but oh well. “All right,” he said, and motioned for the videographer. “Shirt off.”

 

Clark glared at Pete, but took his shirt off and tossed it on the ground. Pete gave him a pat on the back. “Just pretend that no one else is here,” he said.

 

Clark took that to heart. He closed his eyes and pretended that he was alone in the club. Just the smoke and the music and him. His hips started to sway and he started to dance. In his mind’s eyes he saw Lex standing in the doorway, just barely visible through the hazy smoke. Lex was giving him a seductive smile, dressed in charcoal slacks and a tailored silk purple shirt. 

 

Without realizing it, girls around him started to crowd, wanting to get closer to this shirtless Greek god.  Without warning, the sprinklers went on, drenching Clark’s golden skin. Clark felt the water, and in his mind the sprinklers went on too, drenching him and Lex in water. He watched as Lex started to unbutton his shirt, exposing his wet, pale ivory skin to Clark’s gaze.

 

When the sprinklers finally turned off, Clark came out of his daydream. The videographer and ‘Boys Gone Wild’ guy had left, leaving Clark in the midst of a group of girls and Pete. “Um … Pete,” Clark said.

 

“What, man?” Pete asked, enjoying the attention he was getting from the girls.

 

“I … um … I need to go,” Clark said.

 

“What about your money, man? And the girls?” Pete asked.

 

“They’re sending me the money, and … “ Clark blushed bright red, still half hard from his daydream about Lex. “You can get home right?”

 

Pete nodded. “Sure man, of course,” he said.

 

Clark nodded, grabbed his ripped shirt and rushed off. He arrived back at the dorms moments later, and rushed to the shower, where with just a few thrusts he came whimpering Lex’s name. He quickly got into sleep pants and crawled into bed, where visions of wet Lex followed him to sleep.

 

                                                *           *           *          

 

“So, how’s college life treating you?”

 

Clark gave Lex a smile as they relaxed on the couch in Lex’s entertainment room. Clark was down from MetU for the weekend and was spending his Saturday night with his best friend.

 

“It’s going good,” Clark said. “Nothing too stressful … at least not yet.”

 

Lex chuckled and passed him a bottle of water. He’d missed his best friend while Clark was away at college. He practically lived for the weekends when Clark came home from school. “So, have you done anything exiting?” he asked.

 

“Well, there was this one night … “ Clark trailed off as he was distracted by the television. There on the screen were boys upon boys showing their chests. Clark’s eyes went wide.

 

“What’s this?” Lex asked, turning and looking at the television. 

 

“Um … ‘Boys Gone Wild’,” Clark whispered. This was not what he wanted to happen. He never wanted Lex to know that he had done that video.

 

“Really,” Lex said, reaching for the remote to change the channel. He stopped however, when he saw a familiar face. That wasn’t … couldn’t be … Yes, it was Clark on the screen, shirtless and wet and … dancing. Oh God, he was dancing; Lex didn’t think he’d ever seen Clark’s hips move like that.

 

“Um … they approached me at the club … offered to pay me $500,” Clark said, rushing a bit. “I really needed the money for books and I marked up the release so they could only use it on this one dvd and can you just please say something?”

 

Lex took a deep breath and leaned forward, pressing his lips to Clark’s. He straddled Clark’s hips and deepened the kiss, moaning when he felt Clark respond and eagerly return the kiss.

 

Clark groaned happily, gripping Lex’s ass as they kissed. He whimpered a bit when Lex pulled back.

 

“I’m going to buy every one of those fucking dvds,” Lex murmured, before giving Clark another hard kiss.

 

“Lex,” Clark said with a chuckle. “You can’t do that … it’d cost a fortune.” Although, he quite enjoyed Lex’s sudden jealousy and possessiveness. “So … does this mean that we’re together?”

 

“I have a fortune,” Lex said, playing with Clark’s shirt. “And do you want to be together?”

 

Clark smiled and whipped his shirt off. “Are you kidding? Of course I do! I jerk off to thoughts of you,” he said, before blushing bright red.

 

“Really … “ Lex murmured, pressing kisses to Clark’s chest.

 

“Yeah,” Clark whispered. “I … I’ve been in love with you for so long … “

 

“You too?” Lex asked with a smile.

 

Clark nodded shyly.

 

Lex touched his face. "I don't mind you being a boy gone wild, Clark; but you're my wild boy. As a spoiled child of privilege, I should tell you that I don’t play well with others . . . nor do I share." Lex wrapped his arms around Clark's lean waist. "Let's go upstairs."

 

Clark cocked his head. "Upstairs?" 

 

"I want to see my wild boy uncensored," Lex said with a seductive smile.

 

Clark grinned and took Lex's hand as they went up the stairs together. "Lucky for you I happen to own the rights to that version." 

 

Comments

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

*g* Jealous Lex is the best!

As for the 'Boys Gone Wild' commercial ... they usually show it on BRAVO or LOGO ...