Title: The Fruit Basket Author: Anna Famdom: Smallville Pairing: Clark/Lex Rating: R Summary: Clark tortures Lex First Line Challenge: What Do You Mean I Have A One Track Mind? Warning: None Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did, so that I could watch them play and not get in trouble for being a Peeping Anna. Beta: Angelee: Big Thank you. All final mistakes are my own, because I probability got prickly about the errors she wanted me to fix. Note from author: No offense was meant to Bubba and his sister, the nurse, in the writing of this story. :0) *** The Fruit Basket "What do you mean I have a One Track mind?" "Come on, Clark, you know exactly what I'm talking about," a very angry Lex tells Clark. "No, Lex, I honestly don't know what you're talking about. All I did was bring you the fruit basket my Mom wanted you to have," Clark told Lex as he looked through the basket that Martha Kent had actually sent to Lex. She was worried about Lex being so scrawny and wanted him to eat better, hence the fruit basket that contained fruit from her own garden and some she had brought from a health store in Smallville. "Did your Mother pick the fruit?" a very suspicious Lex asked Clark. He knew Clark would be up to something since their talk the night before. Lex wanted to wait to take their lovemaking to the next level, even though they had done just about everything else. "Well, I might have made a few suggestions," Clark admitted as he looked in the basket pulling out two small round plums. "Look, Lex, aren't these pretty. They sort of look like ......Ah, well you know." Clark looked pointedly at Lex's nether region. "Clark, I'm warning you." Lex growled. He was uncomfortable with the way the conversation was heading. "They even feel like your......" Clark smiled as Lex tried to make himself more comfortable by rearranging his pants. "Why are you doing this to me?" A hiss was all Clark got for his compliment. "I'm not doing any thing, Lex. I'm just showing you the pretty plums. They even weigh the same as your......" Clark said as he held them in his palms suggestively. "Clark, I'm going to have to kill you. You know that, right?" Lex growled as he rearranged his pants one more time. "I wonder if they taste like you?" He lifted them to his mouth to lick one then to other as Lex looked at Clark in horror. "Clark, STOP IT!" "I wonder if they feel like your......when you're in my mouth?" He put one in his mouth and rolled it around. Suppressing a giggle at the look on Lex's face. "Don't do this to me, Clark." "I'm not doing anything, Lex. All I'm doing is tasting the plums. You want to taste this one?" Clark asked as he pulled the plum out of his mouth. "NO!" "Come on, Lex. It's really good and I don't get colds, so you won't catch anything we haven't already shared." Clark had the puppy dog look on his face and Lex knew he was in really trouble when he saw it. "I don't care about that." "Come on, try it," Clark begged Lex as he got up from the couch heading to the chair Lex was sitting in with his offending plum. "Stay where your are, Clark!" Lex growled. Pointing his finger at him. "Oh, Lex don't be that way," a playful Clark told Lex. "You're trying to torture me, and I don't like it." "How am I torturing you, Lex? I'm just want to share my fruit with you, that's all." Beautiful green eyes looked at Lex innocently. "You're trying to get me to change my mind about what I told you the other night. It's not going to work, Clark, so just quit." "Now, Lex, would I do that to you?" "Damn straight you would, farmboy." "You really don't know me very well, Lex." Clark shook his head. "Yes I do, Clark. That's how I know that you're setting me up and I don't like it one bit." Lex rearranged his pants yet again. "OH, Lex I'm hurt." Clark smiled at his friend. "Your Mother didn't pack the fruit basket, did she?" "Yes she did, Lex. You can call and ask her if you don't believe me," Clark said, heading to Lex very slowly. "Yeah, right. What am I suppost to say, 'Hey Ms. Kent, did you pack the fruit basket Clark brought to me, so that he can torture me with it?' She'll laugh at me and call the loony farm to come get me," snorted Lex as he watched Clark bring one of the plums to his lips and give it a long slow lick. "Ah, Lex don't you trust me? I'm crushed." Clark said as he licked his lips watching Lex's face turn a nice shade of pink all the way to his ears. "I know you, farmboy." Lex stood up from his chair and made his way to the doorframe to lean against it. "Alright, Lex. Damn! If I didn't know any better, I'd think you had fruit issues," Clark said as he turned back to the couch. "Are you going to behave?" Lex asked, not moving away from the door frame. "Yes, Lex. I'll be good. Now come sit down and we'll look through the basket together." Clark smiled innocently at Lex. *Oh, shit, the farmboy's up to something,* Lex thought as he watched Clark going through the basket. "That's okay. I'll stay right here," Lex said, not wanting to move in case Clark noticed that he was hard from his display with the plums. "Look, there's apricots. Oh boy, there's nuts. Hey, Lex, wanna play with my nuts?" a wicked Clark asked Lex. "STOP IT, CLARK!" growled Lex. "OH Lex, look at this. There's even bananas." *Here it comes* Lex thought as Clark pulled out a large banana. "Hey, L...E...X, wanna taste my banana?" Clark asked as he put the tip on the banana to his mouth. "I hate you, Clark. I really, really hate you," Lex hissed at Clark as he walked painfully to the nearest bathroom. "Have fun, Lex." Clark giggled as he left the room. Lex turned to glared at Clark. "Don't you dare use your x-ray thing on me when I'm in the bathroom." "Okay, Lex." Clark giggled at Lex. "God, I hate you, farmboy." Lex turned to continue his painful journey to the bathroom. He could hear Clark giggling as he closed the door. Lex leaned on the sink counter and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Shaking his head he thought, *I can do this! I can do this! I won't let the farmboy get to me.* He turned on the cold water and wet a wash towel he grabbed from the side of the sink. Lex unzipped his pants and lower his boxers to put the towel to his offending body part and hissed from the cold. *Okay think, Lex. You're a smart boy. Think! Okay! Okay! Spending 7-10 years sharing a jail cell with a really big man named Bubba.* Lex thought desperately as he willed the hardness to leave. It worked a little, but not enough to ease the pain. *Okay, this might work.* He rewet the wash towel and gave another hiss as it touched his body. *Ah, Clark's father coming after me with his hugh shotgun.* His body softened more with this thought. *Yes, this is going to work.* Lex rewet the wash towel for what he hoped would be the last time. He gave a small groan as he put it to his body. *Okay, going to the hospital to have my butt looked at by Bubba's sister, the nurse, after Clark's dad shoots me in the ass.* It WORKED. His body was now soft to the level that was tolerable. Lex was really proud of himself as he threw the wash towel in the sink. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror as he pulled his boxers up and zipped his pants. He left the bathroom whistleing softly. He entered the room where Clark was waiting for him and stopped short as Clark brought the tip of a very large stawberry to his lips. With a wicked smile in his eyes he turned and looked at Lex. "You're EVIL, fruitboy!" The end <<