Fic: Truth or Dare

[sinderella81]

Title: Truth or Dare
Author: cinderella81and lexalicious70
Rating: R
Characters: Clex, Jonathan, Martha
Disclaimer: Not Mine!  I just like to play!
Summary:  A missing scene from 'Prodigal' ... Lex, Clark, a bottle of wine, a game of Truth or Dare, and some sexy and surprising truths
Warnings: Crack ahoy!!!!!!!
 

Clark opened his eyes in the darkness of one am. Crickets chirped in a chorus outside, and Clark lay awake as he focused on the other noise downstairs, the one that had awoken him. After a moment, it sounded again. Clark knew the noise well; it was the creaky springs in the tired old sofa downstairs. Clark sat up and swung his feet out of bed, and then got up to tie his plaid robe over the tee shirt and boxers he slept in. Their house guest was restless, it seemed.

 

Clark padded down the stairs and paused as he reached the fourth riser from the bottom. Lex was sitting up on the couch, thumbing through one of Jonathan's farming magazines. He was still dressed in a pair of Clark's pajama pants and a tee shirt, both of which were too big for him. The tee shirt shifted with Lex as he pulled his bare feet up under his thighs and showed his pale, smooth collarbone and slender neck. 

 

"Couldn't sleep?" Clark asked as he padded down the rest of the steps.

 

Lex started and turned. "Clark . . . " he nodded. "I'm sorry if I woke you."

 

Clark shrugged and made his way over to the couch, sitting next to Lex. "Don't worry about it," he said. "Something on your mind?"

 

"I was just contemplating my future, now that I'm no longer a Luthor." He ran a hand over his bare scalp. "But Lucas is a fool if he thinks he can trust my father." 

 

Clark sighed softly. "You'll land on your feet," he said. "You're smart and brilliant; you'll always succeed." He blushed a bit and ducked his head.

 

Lex smiled. "Thank you, Clark. That means a lot to me. You and your parents have been very generous in letting me stay here."

 

"You're my best friend," Clark whispered, scooting a bit closer to Lex.

 

"I've never really had friends before," Lex replied. "But if a friend is someone you can trust and count on, then I'm glad to call you one, Clark." Lex sighed and tossed the farming magazine aside. "God . . . I wish I'd smuggled at least one bottle of Glennlividt out of the mansion before Lucas had me escorted out." 

 

"My dad has a bottle of wine stashed in the pantry, behind the oatmeal," Clark said with a sly smile.

 

Lex blinked and then smiled. "Why Clark Kent. Are you offering me a dollop of your father's good wine?"

 

Clark blushed and ducked his head as he gave Lex a nod.

 

"That's very hospitable of you, but I can't be responsible for getting you in trouble with your father."

 

"Oh come on," Clark said. "I dare you."

 

"You dare me?" Lex flashed him a rare grin. "Well, I can't let it be said that Lex Luthor, despite his father's insistence that I no longer bear that name, has ever backed down from a dare."

 

Clark gave Lex a grin and offered him a hand. "Let's go then," he said.

 

Lex took the hand as he uncurled himself from the sofa like a big cat. He followed Clark into the kitchen. 

 

Clark dug around in the pantry for a couple of minutes before coming back with a grin. "Found it!"

 

Lex looked down at the bottle. It was a white wine from a local vineyard that sold at any local farmer's market for about twenty-five dollars a bottle. Lex smiled. "That's an excellent brand," he said. 

 

"I wouldn't know," Clark replied, easily removing the cork.

 

Lex found a couple of glasses that didn't feature daises or ripe tomatoes, and set them on the counter as he sat down.

 

Clark poured a healthy dose in each glass, setting the bottle between the two of them.

 

"I suppose we should drink to something," Lex said as he picked up his glass, and then a small smile quirked the corners of his lips. "To friends," he quipped with a slight tilt of his head.

 

"Best friends," Clark said, his cheeks pink as he sipped his wine.

 

"Best friends. Prosit." Lex wished his friend good health in an old Russian toast, and drank deeply from his glass. The wine was too sweet and a little tangy, but he drank anyway, not wanting to offend his most gracious host. The young man was smiling at him, pink-cheeked, the very picture of home-grown innocence, yet the teen had an aura about him that seemed to transcend his simple surroundings.

 

Clark drank deeply from his glass as well, feeling his blood start to warm from the wine. He'd never actually gotten drunk, and really had no idea how alcohol would affect him. He watched the yellow kitchen lights cast a golden glow on Lex's ivory skin, making him almost glow.

 

"I really am grateful to you all for letting me stay here." Lex sipped his wine again and smiled. "Want to hear a secret, Clark?"

 

Clark took another drink of wine and nodded. "Sure," he said, giving Lex a bright smile.

 

"This is the first sleepover I've ever been to."

 

"Really?" Clark said. "You've never been to a sleepover before?" He downed the rest of his glass and poured himself another glass of wine.

 

Lex shook his head. "My father never trusted my care to anyone but himself or Pamela, my nanny. Not that I had any friends to invite me over, but even if I had . . . " Lex shook his head and refilled his glass as well. "I'm sorry, Clark. You must be quite bored with my poor little rich boy stories."

 

"Not at all," Clark said, drinking deep from his glass. He was starting to feel a bit giddy, and his skin felt all warm. "I like hearing about your life ... I want to know all about you."

 

"There isn't much to know." Lex sipped his wine. "I'm an only child, as you know already, my mother is dead, and my father is a cold and distant man who sees his relationship with me as a game of chess."

 

"Your dad's an asshole," Clark said, downing the rest of his wine and filling his glass yet again.

 

Lex blinked in surprise and then chuckled. "While I'm surprised at your choice of invective, I'd have to agree."

 

Clark giggled a bit and took another sip of wine. "Thish stufsh pretty good," he said, giggling again when he heard his own slurring.

 

Lex chuckled. "Indeed it is. Clark . . . is the first time you've ever had alcohol?"

 

"I've had sipsh of wine before," Clark slurred. "But never more than just a glash."

 

Lex grinned. "A glash, huh?" 

 

Clark giggled and nodded, downing the rest of his glass of wine. "We should play a game," he said.

 

"A game? What kind of game?" Lex refilled his glass and sipped.

 

"Um ... Truth or Dare," Clark said, moving to fill his glass yet again. "It'll be fun!" he yelled, then quickly covered his mouth.

 

"And just exactly how does one play that?"

 

"You've never played Truth or Dare?" Clark asked. "You ashk me if I want Truth or Dare. If I say Truth, you can ask me any queshion you want and I have to ansher. If I say Dare, you can make me do anyshing."

 

Lex grin widened. "Is that right?" He sipped his wine and licked his lips. "All right . . . allow me to begin." He fixed Clark with a stare. "Truth or Dare, Clark?"

 

Clark was silent for a moment. "Truth," he said, crossing his arms across his chest as he tried to look serious; it didn't work and he burst into giggles.

 

Lex felt his own face warm at the sight of Clark's giggling. "Do you really love Lana Lang?"

 

Clark shook his head. "She'sh weird," he said. "Do you know that she visits her parents' graves and talks to them? Like all the time? And she loves hershelf way too mush."

 

Lex smiled. "Interesting. Your turn now." 

 

"Trush or Dare?"

 

"Truth." Lex took a long pull of wine. 

 

"Why do you hang out wish me? I'm jusht a shilly teenager."

 

“Hmm." Lex sipped from his glass again. "Because I find you honest, refreshing and genuinely sweet." 

 

"Shweet?" Clark said, swaying a bit on the stool.

 

“Very sweet," Lex nods. "You bring me extra produce when you can, make sure I get your mother's best white and lavender tulips for my study, and unlike everyone else, you don't treat me like the town pariah."

 

Clark blushed bright red and looked down at his glass. "You're a good guy," he whispered. "I like being wish you."

 

"I'm glad, Clark," Lex smiled. "My turn now. Truth or dare?"

 

"Trush!" Clark said as he almost toppled off his stool.

 

Lex's grin became slightly naughty. "Do you have any fantasies, Clark?" 

 

Clark blushed and ducked his head, blushing bright red.

 

Lex reached out and touched Clark's hand, only to find that he was swaying a bit on his own stool. Damn . . . for farmer's market wine, the stuff had a kick. 

 

"Lotsh of fantashies," Clark said, looking up at Lex from under lowered lashes.

 

"Really? Why Clark Kent!" Lex gave him a wink, his head starting to feel light. 

 

Clark giggled and toppled off the stool, landing in a heap on the kitchen floor. He rolled onto his back and giggled. "I fell," he said.

 

"Clark!" Lex tumbled off his own stool and went to one knee next to his friend. "Are you hurt?"

 

Clark continued to giggle and shook his head. "Nope, I'm fine," he said, giving Lex a silly smile.

 

Lex tugged Clark into a sitting position. The teenager's smile was so silly that it caused Lex to burst into laughter as well, a sound so foreign to his own ears that it made him start. 

 

Clark rested his forehead against Lex's and gave him a soft smile. "Lex, you're pretty when you laugh," he murmured.

 

"So are you, Clark," Lex said with a smile. "And thank you." He ran a hand through Clark's hair. "So soft," he murmured.

 

Clark leaned into the touch, purring softly. "Feelsh good," he whispered.

 

"It's your turn, Clark. Ask me . . . truth or dare?" Lex heard his voice as if down a long tunnel. 

 

"Truth or Dare?" Clark whispered.

 

"Truth," Lex swallowed.

 

"Do you love me?"

 

"Oh, Clark." Lex swallowed again and touched the boy's dark hair. "Yes. I do." A sudden, helpless giggle escaped him. "Want to hear another truth? I have a hair fetish . . . not surprising, when you, ah . . . when you consider it." Lex licked his lips to help his numb tongue. "You'd look so cute with that hair of yours up in pink curlers, Clark." He burst into giggles again, his lean shoulders shaking.

 

Clark burst into giggles too, pressing a sloppy kiss to Lex's cheek. "Love you," he whispered. Then his brain registered the rest of what Lex had said. "P-p-pink? C-c-curlers?"

 

Lex nodded, unable to stop giggling. He knew what he was saying, but his brain's filter was apparently clogged with wine. "Yep. It'd make your curls even more noticeable." 

 

Clark curled up in Lex's lap. "Anything to make you happy," he whispered. His brain was screaming at him to shut up and run away before he did something stupid, but he just didn't seem to care.

 

Lex chuckled. "Oh, don't tempt me, lad. If your mother had some curlers around, I just might!"

 

Clark giggled. "Close your eyes," he whispered.

 

Lex closed his eyes and swayed, his center of gravity misplaced as the wine continued to fog his head.

 

Clark giggled again and sped up the bathroom, grabbing his mom's monstrous bag of curlers and sped back down to the kitchen. "Kay, open," he said.

 

Lex opened his eyes and burst into snorting, muffled laughter as he put both hands over his mouth. "Christ, Clark!" He gasped, his eyes bright.

 

Clark gave Lex a proud smile as he set the bag in Lex's lap. "I'm speshul," he slurred.

 

"Ineed . . . ideed . . . that is, indeed you are, Clark." Lex opened the bag and crooked a slender finger at his friend. "Come here."

 

Clark giggled and scooted over to Lex. He gave a playful shake of his longish hair before turning around and giving Lex full access to his hair.

 

Lex worked quickly with both curlers and the bobby pins he found in the bag, bursting into fresh giggles now and then. When his supply was down to his last two curlers, he turned Clark around and put one on each side. He examined Clark seriously for a moment, and then broke into helpless laughter once more. 

 

Clark was incredibly patient. Once Lex was done though, he gingerly pressed his hands to his head, and burst into gleeful giggles. "Feelsh funny," he murmured.

 

"Yeah?" Lex reached up and touched Clark's cheek. His giggles tapered away as he realized the kind of trust Clark had just showed in him. "Well . . . you don't look funny. You look . . . very cute."

 

"Cute?" Clark whispered.

 

"Very cute," Lex nodded. Clark's full red lips were now inches from his own. Lex felt his body flush with heat. "Clark . . . "

 

"Lex," Clark breathed, before he pressed his lips to Lex's.

 

"Mmmhh!" Lex's body surged forward and he returned the kiss, tasting wine and Clark both mixed together, and he groaned against the teen's mouth. 

 

Clark wrapped his arms around Lex, pulling him closer. After a few moments, he pulled back, resting his forehead against Lex's. "I ... um ... have a fantasy of my own," he whispered, his hands sliding under Lex's sleep shirt.

 

"You--- oh! Clark!" Lex gasped as Clark's big, thick fingers found his nipples and stroked over them with inexperience but enthusiasm. "What . . . ah, what's your fantasy? Will you tell me?"

 

"It involves you without a shirt and whipped cream," Clark whispered.

 

"Whipped cream?" Lex gasped again, caught between laughter and lust as Clark stroked his nipples again. "Do tell."

 

Clark blushed. "I wanna cover your nipples in whipped cream and lick it off," he murmured.

 

Lex's cock jerked hard at the words, obviously very interested. He groaned softly. "Christ, Clark . . . "

 

"Like that idea?" Clark murmured. He gave Lex a grin as he began to strip out of his clothes. "Things might get messy," he whispered.

 

Lex tried to get a grasp on his inhibitions, but they slid away like liquid and vanished. He watched, transfixed, as Clark stripped, and then the big, warm hands were tugging at his clothes as well. Lex squirmed out of his borrowed clothes and found himself naked and sitting up against the kitchen cabinets with Clark kneeling before him like some perfectly carved Greek statue come to life.

 

Clark giggled and began to poke at Lex's chest and arms. "You have freckles," he said, tracing patterns on Lex's skin.

 

Lex felt his cheeks heat with a blush and gave a half-hearted scowl. "I know. I hate them."

 

"Love them," Clark murmured, leaning down and licking at a few of them.

 

Lex shuddered and touched Clark's head. "I suppose they went better with the red hair." 

 

Clark felt Lex's fingers tugging gently at the curlers, reminding him that they were there. "I love them," he said again, before going quickly to the fridge to grab the whipped cream.

 

Lex watched Clark opened the fridge, his skin tattooed with the moistness of Clark's tongue.

 

Clark bent over and poked around in the fridge, searching for the whipped cream. He was oblivious to his nakedness, and the fact that his ass was right in Lex's face.

 

"Christ," Lex chortled, and rubbed the bridge of his nose with two fingers. Clark's rear end was the most perfectly formed thing he'd ever seen. 

 

Clark found the whipped cream and made his way back to Lex. "Found it," he said.

 

Lex looked up at him and grinned. "Truth or dare, Clark?"

 

"Dare," Clark breathed.

 

The grin widened. "Show me your deepest, darkest fantasy." 

 

Clark gave Lex a wicked grin and covered Lex's chest in whipped cream, creating two little towers over each nipple.

 

Lex gasped at the cold chill of the white cream, but his cock was still flushed and trembling against his flat belly. "Clark . . . oh, God . . . "

 

When both nipples were sufficiently covered, Clark set the whipped cream aside. He gave Lex a devilish smile, leaned down and began to lick and suck at the whipped cream.

 

"Oh, Cl--!" Lex clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from shouting, his eyes wide and bright as his watched Clark's curler-covered head bob and work. An erotic thrill jolted through Lex and his cock gave an eager throb. 

 

Clark hummed happily, flicking Lex's nipples with his tongue as he worked to get rid of all the whipped cream. "Delicious," he panted.

 

Lex writhed and moaned, biting the heel of his hand to keep his moans muffled. 

 

Clark gave Lex a smile, a bit of whipped cream on his lips. He shifted down and wrapped his whipped cream covered lips around Lex's hard cock.

 

Lex's hips arched up hard and Lex reached down with one hand to fondle the curlers in Clark's hair, the contrast in texture between silk and foam sending electric pulses straight to his erection. He pulled his hand from his mouth and panted. "Clark . . . wait . . . I'm . . . "

 

Clark removed his mouth from Lex's cock and shifted further down, reaching up to stroke Lex's cock gently. "Come on," he panted. "Come on me."

 

"Clark!" It was a gasp caught on pleasure that was sharper than a shard of broken glass. Lex's body trembled and then went into helpless spasms, his cock pumping and shooting. It landed in thick spatters across Clark's hair and dripped down his bangs.

Clark whimpered softly, coming as soon as he felt Lex explode all over him. He shook with the force of it, and was near tears from the beauty of the experience.

 

Lex trembled with aftershocks as he watched Clark come, his ribs heaving with exertion. He pulled Clark to him and kissed him hard before settling the younger boy against him and sliding his arms around him. 

 

"My secrets are yours," Clark finally whispered, wiping at the tears on his face.

 

"Plenty of time for more truth in the morning, Clark," Lex whispered, though his heart filled with hope at the thought that Clark would finally entrust him with whatever secrets he'd kept hidden. "Sleep now."

 

"M'kay," Clark mumbled, resting his head on Lex's chest. He wrapped his arms tight around Lex and let himself drift off, lulled to sleep by the sound of Lex's heartbeat in his ears.

 

The sun rose bright and hot early the next day, and Martha smiled as it let in bright rays of light across her kitchen. She glanced over her shoulder at Jonathan, who was coming down the stairs behind her. "Pancakes, sweetheart?"

 

"Sounds like a great idea," Jonathan replied. They both reached the landing and stopped, staring at the scene before them; Clark and Lex wrapped around each other naked, Lex with remnants of whipped cream on his chest and Clark's head covered in curlers and ... something else. "Are those my curlers?" Martha whispered.

 

Jonathan glanced around and then picked up the empty liquor bottle that lay on its side. "Yeah. And this was my bottle of homemade wine, mixed with a bit of white lightning." He tipped it upside down, and a single drop leaked out.

 

"Oh my," Martha said softly. "Um ... how would you like to handle this?" She glanced back at the boys and smiled; she couldn't deny that they looked adorable together.

 

Jonathan set the bottle in the trash, his mind already accepting what his heart had already known for months. He vanished into the living room briefly and returned with a patterned blanket, which he settled gently over the two boys. His foot struck the empty whipped cream can and he bent to retrieve it. He calmly handed the can to Martha, his mouth twitching into a wry smile. "Better add it to the grocery list . . . along with some new curlers."