Drabble, The Urge to

[sinderella81]

I felt the urge to drabble, so I sought out arianstarrfor a prompt. and she gave me Lex waking up half naked in a hotel room ... and this is what you get!!!

Title: The Wrong Drink
Author: cinderella81
Rating: G
Pairing: Lex/Clark/Oliver
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 387
Summary: Lex gets the wrong drink, and gets a nice reward ... drabble prompt from arianstarr... lex wakes up half naked in a hotel room

Lex moaned softly, and turned towards the warm body in the bed. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at a broad tan back that was definitely not female. He started to squirm a little, and heard the body in front of him moan.

 

“Lex, not now … I’m still worn out from last night,” Lex heard the body murmur. Lex turned to look around, and found himself definitely not in his bedroom. He was in a hotel, wearing just his dress shirt. He ran a hand over his head in confusion. What was he doing in a hotel, and where in the hell was he?

 

The last thing he remembered was some dinner party in Metropolis. Lana had been at his side, as always. He remembered drinking a glass of champagne, and then nothing. He finally really looked down at who he was sharing a bed with, and almost swallowed his tongue. Sleeping peacefully beside him was none other than Clark Kent. Clark sighed softly, turned over, and met his gaze.

 

“Hey there gorgeous; how is it that you can be awake right now after everything we did last night?” Clark asked with an evil grin. 

 

“I don’t remember last night,” Lex said slowly. He looked down and saw the myriad of love bites all over his legs. He struggled to remember how he came to get them, but drew a blank. He was startled when Clark placed a hand on his thigh.

 

“I didn’t think you had that much to drink,” Clark said, worried.

 

“I didn’t. I remember having one glass of champagne that Lana handed me,” Lex said, rubbing his head again in confusion.

 

“Ah, then Lana must have handed you the wrong glass. She started taking drugs recently. She said that she needs them to get through the parties,” Clark said, kissing Lex on his forehead. “You sure you don’t remember?” Lex shook his head. 

 

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Oliver stepped out, wearing a bath towel wrapped around his waist. “He doesn’t remember?” Clark shook his head slowly. Oliver dropped the towel, and stalked towards the bed, a predatory grin on his face. “Then what do you say you and I remind him?”

 

Lex looked at Oliver and Clark, and thanked whatever deity made Lana hand him the wrong drink.