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Jingle Bells
[by victoria p.]

Rating: R, to be safe

Summary: Lex and Clark have a disagreement. Mild wackiness ensues.

Notes: Thanks to Jen, Dot, Meg and Pete'n'Melissa. Happy Birthday, Bethy! Happy Holidays everyone else!

Date: December 16, 2002

"I don't want to hurt you, Lex."

"Do you really think you could, Kent?"

"Do you really want to find out, Luthor?"

Clark and Lex stared at each other, steely blue eyes meeting agate-hard green ones. Each waited for the other to blink first.

Long seconds passed in silence.

Finally, Clark said, "Put on the hat, Lex."

Lex looked at the hat. Lex looked at Clark, whose face looked set in stone.

"No."

"Don't make me make you put the hat on, Lex."

Lex gestured with both hands. "Bring it on, Clark."

Clark pounced. There was no other way to describe it. He leapt onto Lex, fingers flexed for tickling.

Lex rolled away, but couldn't go too far without falling off the bed. Clark grabbed and pinned him, on knee on either side of his thighs, and tickled his ribs until they were both red-faced and squirming with laughter.

"Are you gonna put the hat on?"

Lex bucked his hips, catching Clark by surprise. They rolled until he was on top, and he pinned Clark's hands above his head with his left hand, while his right hand snaked under Clark's shirt to return the tickling with interest.

After a minute or two, Lex lowered his face to Clark's and whispered, "I am not wearing the hat."

"That's what you think," Clark said, and flipped them over. "If you want to be part of the Christmas party, you have to wear the hat."

"It's got bells on it."

"Of course it's got bells on it!" Clark responded. "You're playing an elf!"

Lex tried to buck Clark off again, but Clark was resolved, his body set and unmovable.

Lex sighed.

"Fine, I'll wear the damned hat, but I'm not putting on the shoes."

Clark's face lit up with unholy glee. "You wanna bet?"

And the tickle fight recommenced.

***

Two hours later, Clark was dressed as Santa, complete with a pillow stuffed under his red velvet coat and a big white hairy beard glued to his rosy cheeks. Lex stood beside him, a pained look on his face. Not only was he wearing a hat with bells on it, his shoes were green and curled at the toe. He'd absolutely refused the tights, until Clark brought out the heavy artillery and put that luscious mouth to use. With Clark's lips wrapped around his cock, Lex would have agreed to anything, and wearing tights at the Smallville General Hospital Christmas party was only the latest crazy thing he'd agreed to.

But making the kids happy made Clark happy, and making Clark happy made Lex happy, so in the end, it was worth it.

Especially after he destroyed Chloe's camera, and no pictures of the event were available for the press.

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