Title: Obstacle

Summary: Lex helps Clark get what he wants.

Pairing: Oh, but telling would spoil my fun. It is m/m slash, though. And Lex is involved.

Rating: I'll go with PG-13 It started out as G, but then Lex decided he needed to a certain car.

Spoilers: Pilot and "Metamorphosis." At least that was my goal. If anyone sees more eps being spoiled, just let me know, and I'll change this as necessary.

Distribution: Please ask.

Disclaimer: Much as I wish the world were a different place, these characters are not mine. They belong to Tollin-Robbins, the WB, and Siegel and Schuster. And probably a few other companies I don't know about. I'm fairly certain none of these entities would be too thrilled with what I've decided these characters need to do.

Notes: Originally posted to ClarkLex 23 November 2001. Words this piece made me add to Microsoft spellcheck: blowjob, handjob, Lex, Luthor, Smallville, Beanery.

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  Clark wanted Lana.

  The reasons why were more than a little... unknown, but Clark wanted her, and as far as Lex was concerned, Clark should have anything he wanted. Even if it wasn't Lex.

  The only problem was Whitney. Boring, blond Whitney. Lex had encountered more personality in a bottle of water, and, truthfully, Lana and Whitney seemed perfectly suited for each other, but...

  Clark wanted Lana, and Lex's goal was to provide Clark with everything he wanted, even if what Clark wanted wasn't the son of the most powerful man in Smallville. And so Whitney was an obstacle, and obstacles are meant to be removed.

  Which brought Lex to the football field one particular afternoon.

  There were, of course, easier ways to force Whitney out of the picture, but Clark had made it clear -- in his actions if not his words -- that he was not interested in telling Lana that the present love of her life was not quite the nice guy everyone else saw. Tattling now would not help Lex's cause, nor would threatening to tell Lana.

  So. Revealing one little secret wasn't the trick here. Blackmail? Not an option.

  But distracting the football star with other preoccupations? Not a problem.

  And Lex had managed to time his arrival to coincide with the end of practice. Carefully carelessly, he strolled onto the field as the players jogged off, surreptitiously searching out one soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend of a certain former cheerleader, smirking to himself as heads turned his way. Of *course* heads turned. Tailors loved him, and his clothing reflected that fact. And, as an added bonus, it also apparently acted as a magnet for the person he was searching out. It just would not do for a Luthor to make a point of tracking down a mere high school football player, but if that teen sought Lex out, well, who could blame him?

  "Luthor!" And Whitney stopped, clearly at a loss for words. Lex's smirk deepened. The Luthor magnetism worked. He had long been able to attract people he wanted, even if they had no clue *why* they were drawn to him.

  "Whitney. Practice over?"

  "Yeah."

  Ah, poor Whitney. Conversational skills were clearly not something football stars worked at developing. "Why don't you go take a shower? Than I'll give you a ride home."

  "That's okay. I --"

  "Whitney." Lex's tone clearly demanded that he be obeyed. "Go shower and then meet me at my car. The silver one." The one he selected the previous week after the car dealer gave him mediocre head in the front seat, thus demonstrating the usefulness of the adjustable steering wheel, but there was no need to tell Whitney about *that*. He could find out about the steering wheel on his own.

  "But --"

  "Now." Cobra eyes came in handy, especially when you were attempting to mesmerize someone into helping you commit a felony. Or maybe it was a misdemeanor. Just how old was this kid, anyway? Then again, did it really matter? "I'll be waiting."

  ~~~

  An hour, a short drive into a densely wooded area, one enthusiastic if unskilled blowjob (from Whitney for Lex), and one half-hearted but entirely skilled handjob (from Lex, performed on Whitney, because it *was* only fair, and what if Lex decided he wanted a repeat? Selfishness has its place, but its place as not in a car in a remote area alone with a horny and disheveled teenager who might not be so inclined at a later date, especially if he had poor memories of the experience) later, Whitney's phone rang. The display identified the caller as Lana. "Don't answer it, and we can christen the back seat."

  ~~~

  This time, the phone ringing was Lex's. Clark. Reporting that Lana was upset at being stood up by her boyfriend, but things were okay because Clark was consoling her with hot chocolate at the Beanery, but now she was moving into debating breaking up with Whitney, and this discussion would take a while, but it was going really, really well, so could Lex please not tell Jonathan and Martha about the missed produce delivery? The boy didn't even pause for breath, and wouldn't *that* be a useful skill in the land of Lex?

  "I'm sure I can live without my apples today, Clark."

  "Great. Thanks, Lex. I owe you one."

  As Lex turned off the phone, he glanced down at the sweaty form beneath him. "Well. Lana is preoccupied in beautiful downtown Smallville. Shall we join her?" Whitney yawned, stretched and grimaced, and Lex chuckled. "I'll take that as a no." Lex carefully tucked himself back in his pants before climbing out of the back seat and into the front. "All right. What's your address?" The protesting noise from the backseat made him grin. "Okay, but you'll have to change the sheets before you go."

  Whitney might not be what Lex wanted, but since when had that ever been an obstacle to fun?

  ~~~ the end ~~~