Title: The Tattoo
Author: Coriander
Rated: PG-13-ish
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Summary and/or challenge:Lex gets a pair of wings done in tribal style tattooed on his back. When he shows them to Clark the teen suddenly finds them rather 'nummy' looking and precedes to lick them. (MidKnight)
Part of the ClexFest at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest  
Notes : This was a spur of the moment thing. I have another one, but it was getting long and on my nerves, so I shorten it. I might post the other version of it somewhere sometime... whatever.

THE TATTOO

 "Wow Lex, that's a really cool tattoo"

"Isn’t it? I've been waiting forever to find the perfect one."

"Hmm... I wonder..."

"...Clark?"

"Yes?"

"Did you just lick my tattoo?"

"Yes. Yes I did."

"Ok... May I ask why?"

"Just wanted to see if your skin tasted different when it's been tattooed."

"Ahh... and exactly how would you know? Have you been licking me without my knowing before Clark?"

"No silly!"

"Ok"

"..."

"... Clark!!"

"What?!"

"What? What do you mean what? You just don't do and say things like that and expect me to just  over look it!" You're going to have to explain yourself for this one mister. I've indulged you in your little secrets before, but I'm not going to let this one go! Now exp...oomph!"

*Lex is interrupted by Clark's lips which are now trying to suck his tongue out of his mouth. Not one to look at a gift horse in the mouth, he decided to let go of his argument and just wrap his arms around Clark’s neck. Finally Clark let go of his mouth in order to suck and lick a trail  down his face towards his neck where he stayed for a while.*

"Erg"

*chuckle*

"Um...ahh, don't stop! Why are you stopping?!"

"Well you did ask a question before, and you sounded like you were trying to comment there for a  while."

"Oh... um..."

"Oh very well. I thought the answer was obvious, especially for someone with your intelligence,  But I guess I'll have to spell it out for you. I planned on kissing you and that's how I would  know if you tasted differently. which you do by the way, in case you were interested in knowing.  Now I have to go. I have chores. I'll call you later!"

"um...”

*He watched Clark pick up his bag from the floor and walk out of his office. He was sure that he  had been insulted back there, and also sure that he had to have a serious talk with Clark, but  for the life of him he couldn't gather up enough brain cells or energy to do so. The only thing  going on in his head right now was, "Clark, kiss, lick... gah, tongue, good..." It's ok though,  He'll talk to Clark later. For now, he was going to lie down on his couch, and fantasize that  Clark hadn't left, but had finished what he started.*

END

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