Clark flicked through his cards and then glanced up to see Lex staring at him.  Staring at Clark's chest, actually.  Involuntarily, Clark folded his arms around himself and then glanced at his cards again and then away.  He looked at the chips on the table and the clothes piled on the spare chair and he had to grin.  This wasn't one game he minded losing.  Much.

"Is that grin indicative of your cards?"  Lex asked, amused.  He held his own cards up to his chest, fanning them out but not looking again at them.  He seemed perfectly relaxed and in his element.

Clark glanced up, eventually getting his gaze up to Lex's face.  All that smooth bare skin on the normally clothed chest was distracting.  And was probably deliberate on Lex's part.  First hand to lose, and then it had been Clark's turn…  "How did I let you talk me into this?" he asked, laughter breaking through his voice.

Lex calmly selected a chip with the word "pants" on it and pushed it into the middle.  "The game's not over yet, Clark.  Make your bet."

There was exactly one chip left on Clark's side of the table and it said "shorts".  He pushed it forward.

They laid down their hands, and then Clark stood up.  "Do you want this fast or slow?" he asked Lex, his thumbs hooking the elastic over his shorts.

Lex leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly glazed.  "Slow.  Slow, please.  And then... another hand?"

Clark glanced over himself, puzzled.  "But there's nothing left to play for."

Lex shoved all his remaining chips into the middle.  "There's always you and me."

It would be slow.  And then Clark would remove all of Lex's clothes, too.  And then it would be the floor, or the bed.  And then it would be fast.  And…  Clark moaned, thinking about the night.  He pushed his shorts an inch down and then stopped.  Slow.  Slow before the fast.  He looked at Lex and the promise there in his eyes and couldn't wait for either.