Title: Looking Good

Author: danceswithgary (danceswithgary@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Clark/Lex

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Spoilers: None

Word Count: 600

Archive: Fine, just let me know

Summary: Lex in flannel. 'nuff said.

"I am not getting into my Porsche like this, Clark!"

"It's just a little...stuff, Lex. It's not going to hurt anything."

"Stuff! This shirt is ruined, and I don't want to even think what that stuff would do to the leather seats. I like that car. I don't want to have to buy a new one. Again. For the third time in the past six months. Come to think of it, remind me again why I'm still here in Smallville, the town that eats Porsches?"

"Because your dad won't let you near Metropolis until 'you learn how to behave in polite company and stop embarrassing me by pissing in the punchbowls'? I'm pretty sure that's what you told me, anyway. Somehow, I really don't see Lionel saying something like that, but that's just me."

"Close enough. I may have exaggerated a bit on the exact phrasing...but that doesn't change the fact that I've just become entirely too intimate with even more disgusting fluids."

"Come on, Doris was just being friendly. She liked you."

"Friendly is a 'moo,' Clark, not regurgitating all over my raw silk when my back is turned. I think it's dissolving!"

"I did tell you not to stand too close, didn't I?"

"I'm afraid I was too busy dodging the still-steaming booby traps on the ground to pay attention to the four-legged walking biohazard."

"Listen, this isn't my fault, Lex. You're the one who wanted to talk to me while I finished my chores. You could have just waited safely up here in the loft."

"Well, forgive me for actually wanting to spend some time with you instead of your telescope, delightful as the view through it might be on occasion."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Did you think I wouldn't notice that particular declension wasn't going to reveal any 'celestial' bodies?"

"Hey! I haven't watched Lana like that in months!"

"Whatever you say, Clark. Listen, I should get going if I have to drive home without a shirt on. I don't want your parents...."

"Wait, Lex. Don't be mad at me, okay? Look, you can wear this...and that way you can stay for a little while longer. We didn't really get to talk, did we?"

"All right, hand it over. You do realize that only you could manage to get me to wear flannel. Red plaid flannel, no less. Just promise me no pictures."

"Mmmm...what? Oh, right. No pictures of you in flannel. Got it. You know, your skin...."

"Earth to Clark. Come in, Clark. Do you read me? Hey, now I know how women feel when someone talks into their cleavage."

"Sorry, Lex, it's just...what about a pre-flannel picture? Uh...never mind. I can't believe I just said that!"

"It's okay, Clark. Somehow, I'm beginning to believe you about the whole Lana thing. It's a pity that I'm a little too chilly to be standing around sans shirt. I'll just button this up and...."

"Gee, Lex, this is so cool. We're dressed just the same. Except...you did that whole tucking thing."

"You know that's the difference between you and me, Clark. I make this look good."

"You're quoting Men In Black? While wearing flannel and standing in a barn? Just don't pull out any 'flashy things,' okay?"

"Never. After all, I wouldn't want you to forget this."

"..."

"Well?"

"Whoa. No problem there. That kiss was definitely unforgettable, Lex."

"Good to hear. Now, about that fire that just started over there in the corner...."

fin

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Notes: Entry in old_school_clex 2008 Clothes Swap Challenge

Standard Disclaimer:  I do not own any of the characters herein. The characters of Lex Luthor and Clark Kent as well as any supporting characters are the property of their creators and DC Comics. Gough/Millar Inc and the WB Network TV own Smallville. Any deviations (or deviant behavior) from the originals, however, is mine.

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