Title: Santa Baby
Author: Supercaptain182
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lex is Santa and
Prompt: Christmas song
A/N: Based on Eartha Kitt's (R.I.P) classic
version of Santa Baby.
With Christmas a few days away, one and all were
supposed to be given
a time where they could be thankful for the
blessings in their lives.
Lex was very thankful, but not for the things one
would automatically
assume a billionaire would be thankful for.
No, he had something—someone more valuable than
all the wealth in the
world. He loved Clark. Was stupidly, head over
heels in love with
Clark. That didn't mean he hadn't considered
killing him after placing
the red cap with white, extra furry, white lining on
his
head.
Really, the indignity of it all.
Lex Luthor and Santa Claus didn't resemble each
other in the slightest.
Lex was about to say something vaguely insulting
and take the Santa
cap off when lights in his study dimmed and the
sweet sounds of
doo-wop filtered through the room from his
discretely positioned
speakers. A green wreath with little white
Christmas lights embedded
within it twinkled ever so subtly from its perch
over the fireplace.
He really needed to work. Knowing his father,
Christmas wasn't a
reason for taking off the day and Lex wanted to
make sure he was
prepared for any of his father's antics. Clark was
trying to be
accommodating, but this Christmas was special and
as such came with it
the task of setting the bar for all others.
Their first Christmas together.
The tree was already decorated and plans for
dinner were finalized and
gifts were discretely hidden. In Lex's case,
wrapped in lead-lined
paper and placed in an underground hiding place
with a guard in the
front.
The tree had been a surprise that Lex had come to
greatly enjoy. The
carols, though, were a little too saccharine for
Lex's taste. He
opened his mouth, "Clark--"
Just as the song began to coo and purr to entice
`Santa Baby' to do as
the singer asked, he saw Clark fill the study's
doorway. It wasn't
unusual for Clark to loom in his doorway. What was
different in this
case was the shirt missing from Clark's golden
torso and the sleep
creased appearance of his trousers. They were
half-buttoned, revealing
the black stripe at the top of the Calvin Klein
underwear that Lex
seemingly begged Clark to wear instead of his
ratty boxers. That
little observation made Lex very excited.
But here Clark was teasing him with a red scarf,
opened trousers, hint
of snug underwear, and bare feet. Yes, Lex did
have a fetish for
Clark's bare feet. They were long, fine-boned, and
beautiful. He had
exceptional feet for a man his size.
Obviously, Lex's mind shouldn't have been
wandering, because Clark was
doing something. More like stalking into the room
with hands stuffed
into his pockets, eyes lowered to the floor with
his shoulders
hunched, bringing attention to the contracting
muscles along his chest
and stomach.
He remained at the edge of his desk, looking so
demurely and
innocently at Lex while the song continued its coy
seduction of Santa.
Lex could infer that he was Santa too and that
Clark was trying to
seduce him, which was more than fine with him.
The chorus hit and the singer crooned for Santa to
hurry down the
chimney tonight. Had Clark really picked this song
for those lyrics?
He could hurry alright, if Clark put himself
within Lex's reach.
Clark was on open display for him and with the
lights at his back as
Clark began to skirt the edge of the desk, Lex
could remark that Clark
looked like a winter angel, cheeks and lips so
flushed and rosy with a
swaying halo of light behind him.
He'd love to take Clark up north and show him the
Northern Lights.
Just to see the look of sheer wonder on Clark's
face.
That thing where Lex's mind kept wandering was
terrible, because Clark
was shifting the scarf along his neck. It was a
slow rub and Lex was
being treated to miles and miles of Clark skin.
His eyes trailed up to
Clark's face.
Why hadn't he been watching Clark's mouth before
now?
Because seriously, Clark miming the words to the
song and calling Lex
`Santa Baby' was kind of hot. No, actually
extremely hot.
Yes, he was leering at Clark, because he couldn't
help it now. Then
Clark was leaning forward, grasping the armrest on
his desk chair and
the scarf hung down freely from Clark's neck. Lex
tugged on it for
good measure. It slipped off Clark's neck and he
slid it around
Clark's back and down to his waist. He yanked
Clark forward and had a
lapful of beautiful and heavy ex-farm boy in his
lap.
Clark' s long fingers traced the white fur lining
on his cap. Lex
could do jolly. Having the only person he loved
without restraint and
beyond reason in his arms was enough to make his
non-existent stomach,
because he refused to say belly, shake like a tub
full of jelly or
maybe some of Martha Kent's winning homemade
preserves.
Though, any thoughts of Martha Kent were sorely
out of place at the
moment. Because really…just no. Soon to be
mother-in-law. Clark didn't
know that part though. He'd wait until after
Christmas dinner to ask
that question.
So, the song wound itself up for its big finale.
The horns squealed
and the singer purred to a peaked crescendo and
then the music crashed
into silence.
Clark's green eyes were framed by the darkness of
his hair and
eyelashes and the interesting shadows of the
Christmas decorations.
"So, how about it Santa?" He whispered
along Lex's cheek. His fingers
stroked the opposite one and slid down Lex's neck
and back up to touch
the frame of the Santa cap with tentative flicks
of his fingertips.
"Are you going to hurry down my chimney
tonight?" Clark purred. Lex
wasn't sure how Clark managed to ask that question
with a straight face.
He tightened his grip on Clark's waist. "That
depends." He said in a
throaty voice. It was roughened from unabated lust
and grew deeper
with every subsequent wiggle that Clark made over
his lap.
"On?"
"If you've been naughty or nice." Lex
looked at Clark from head to
toe, gaze finally stopping on his lips. "I'm
really hoping for naughty."
Clark laughed and kissed him hard and
passionately. Lex really did
love Christmas, especially when he was given
presents like these.
The End