Not Touching
Dedication: To Beth, for writing lovely Meglo ficcie that makes me smile
Notes: My first attempt at a dialog-only fic. Done as an exercise.
"Hey, Lex. Are you busy?"
"Yes, but come in anyway. I can multi-task."
"So... you're going to work while I talk to you?"
"I'm afraid I have to. This report needs to be signed off today."
"Oh... okay... It's just that..."
"Just what?"
"I... never mind. This might be easier to say if you're not looking at me"
"Well, now you've got me curious."
"..."
"Clark?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you actually going to talk, or just pace back and forth in front of my desk for the next few hours?"
"I'm... I want to kiss you, Lex."
"..."
"Lex?"
"I see..."
"And...? Anything to add to that?"
"It's a bad idea, Clark."
"Oh... I see."
"No. Based on your tone of voice, I don't think you do see."
"So... you do want to kiss me?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then what's the problem?"
"The problem is that I wouldn't want to stop there."
"Oh... you mean the kissing would lead to more?"
"Exactly."
"What if... what if I said that's what I wanted. The 'more', I mean."
"That would make a bad idea even worse."
"Why? If you want to, and I-"
"There's this little thing called an 'age of consent' law."
"Age of... I'm surprised you'd let something like that stop you from getting what you want, Lex."
"Why would that surprise you?"
"Well, the way you drive, I had you pegged as a risk-taker."
"Actively pursuing an adrenaline rush is one thing. Risking several years in an orange jumpsuit is quite another. The term is 'jail bait', Clark. Look it up."
"I'm not a moron, Lex. And if I wanted a lecture, I could go home and talk to my dad."
"Bringing your father into this is not helping your case, Clark."
"Right... Sorry. Lex, I... Could you please stop working while we talk?"
"I thought you said this would be easier if I wasn't looking at you."
"I was wrong. Will you stop working now?"
"I could say something here about the unique teenage perception that the world should stop turning on their say so, but I won't."
"Very funny, Lex. I'm trying to have a serious, life-altering discussion with you, and you're reading some stupid report."
"No, I'm not."
"What? It's not a stupid report?"
"No. The report is stupid. I meant I'm not reading it. I closed it the minute you started talking about kissing me."
"Then what are you focusing on so intently?"
"Solitaire game."
"You're... I'm standing here, telling you that I want you, and you're playing a *game*?"
"Yes."
"Thanks, Lex. You're really boosting my confidence here."
"Good. I'm glad you took the compliment as intended."
"You know damned well I was being sarcastic, and... compliment?"
"Yes."
"How is being ignored a compliment? Can this Lex-specific logic be explained to the non-Luthor in the room?"
"You're talking about wanting me, Clark. I need a distraction so I can keep my hands to myself."
"Oh..."
"Getting the picture now?"
"Yeah... But this 'breaking the law' thing... is that what's really stopping you?"
"That's part of it."
"What's the rest?"
"I think it's best to not discuss my motivations, Clark. Let's just state the facts. I want you, but I'm not going to touch you."
"You're not going to -- period; end of sentence. And I don't get a say in this?"
"That's right. You don't. Orange is not my color."
"But... let's look at this logically. The age of consent law is all about power, right? The contention that the adult in the relationship has control over the minor."
"Boiled down to the basics, yes."
"Well... what if there's proof that you couldn't possibly control me? That there's no way you could make me do something that I didn't want to do?"
"How exactly would you prove something like that, Clark?"
"..."
"Clark?"
"Well, I *am* bigger than you."
"That remains to be seen."
"If you're not planning to touch me, it's really not fair to flirt with me and look at me like that, Lex."
"I never said anything about being fair, and I've looked at you like this before."
"I know... And if you weren't planning on doing anything about it, why were you always looking at me... that way?"
"Like a person who's allergic to dairy and still craves cheesecake -- just because I can't have something, that doesn't mean I don't covet it."
"Covet... Wait a minute. You're trying to distract me from the jail-bait discussion."
"My gambit is apparently not working very well."
"Lex, you have to admit that no court would believe you could physically force me to... you know."
"Yes, I do know. And physical strength is not the point. It's more a matter of manipulation. Cases filed strictly as statutory rape all involve consensual sex. And there's not a judge in this county that wouldn't believe the evil spawn of Lionel Luthor coerced the sweet son of Jonathan Kent into having sex."
"But... I'm the one who brought it up. This was *my* idea."
"And you don't think your father would see that as me manipulating you into taking the initiative? That I didn't set this up as a 'forbidden fruit' scenario, knowing that telling a teenage boy he can't have something is the surest way to make him want it more?"
"Now who's bringing my father into this? And I... wait. Is that what you're doing? Telling me no so I'll want you to say yes?"
"What do you think?"
"If that's what you're doing, I think... I think it's working."
"Clark... I'm not playing a game with you. I'm tempted, believe me. But it's not going to happen."
"So... you're saying no? Not ever?"
"I'm telling you... not yet. Not until you're older."
"I... I see. You won't touch me."
"Not won't, Clark. Can't. There's a difference."
"Okay, you can't, but I... hmm.... Lex? Will you turn off the computer and come over here?"
"I'm not changing my mind, Clark."
"I know... I just. Please? Can you just do this?"
"Fine..."
"Is the computer is shutting down?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to come over here?"
"Should I be suspicious? You're looking at me like..."
"Like cheesecake?"
"Exactly."
"Lex, I just want to hug you. Friends hug, right?"
"Depends on what kind of friends they are."
"Come on, Lex. Two fully clothed people hugging does not result in an arrest warrant. Even in Kansas."
"Well... I suppose that's true."
"So, I can hug you?"
"... Yes."
"Good..."
"Um... Clark? What just happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, a second ago I was standing up; hugging you. Now, I'm sitting on top of my desk. How did that happen?"
"You don't remember?"
"No... I remember. I'm just trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you grabbed my ass and lifted me up so that I am now sitting on top of a rather uncomfortable pen and pencil set."
"Oops. Sorry about that. Let me move those from underneath you."
"Clark... that felt very much unlike helpful behavior."
"What did it feel like then?"
"It felt like you pushing things out of the way and then groping my ass again."
"And that's not helpful?"
"Not to my self control, it's not."
"Well, you see... I was thinking..."
"That... *Christ*! ... That doesn't feel like 'thinking', Clark."
"What does it feel like?"
"It feels like... It feels like you're dry humping me on top of my desk."
"Don't you... does it feel good to you? It's getting me hot."
"I... Clark..."
"Can you elaborate, please? Maybe a verb or adjective to go with the nouns? 'Cause I'm feeling a little naked here."
"*Fuck*... Please refrain from using the word 'naked' again, okay?"
"Why...? Oh."
"Stop looking smug."
"Can't help it."
"Clark... we have to stop..."
"But Lex... think about it. You're not touching me. There are your hands, palms flat against the desk. I'm touching you. No law breaking happening here."
"I'm not... Shit, that feels.... I don't think this is sticks to the intent of the law..."
"You said you can't touch me, right? Well that prevents you from pushing me away. Just keep your hands to yourself and enjoy this."
"The 'keeping my hands to myself' is becoming damned near impossible, Clark. Especially with you nibbling on my neck like that, and ... *God*..."
"Hmm.... I have an idea..."
"Clark?"
"Yeah?"
"Taking off my clothes will not help the control problem I'm having."
"I'm not taking them all off. Just your tie."
"What are you...? You're tying my hands? I never expected kink from you, Clark."
"Not kinky. Practical. You can't touch me and get yourself in trouble now. And I can do this..."
"Umm... you said... unbuttoning my shirt goes with the whole clothes removal thing."
"Just a few buttons so I can..."
"*Fuck*..."
"Liked that, huh? You want me to bite it instead of just licking?"
"Practical, my ass. You are kinky. And, yes. Bite it-... Unh!..."
"*God*... Lex... I can't... can't hold back much longer..."
"Just do it.... faster... yeah... harder..."
"Lex... Lex... oh... oh, God... I'm..."
"Clark... come on.... that's it... that's... *fuck*... Yes ..."
***
"Wow..."
"Yeah..."
"Lex... how long?"
"'Til what?"
"'Til I can think again."
"Not sure. I'm still working on it."
"Yeah... I'm pretty much stuck on 'wow'."
"You tie a really good knot, Clark."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. I tested these thoroughly."
"Then it's good that I'm good at it."
"I just hope you're as good at untying them, because I've lost the feeling in my fingers."
"Sorry. Too tight?"
"Not before. Now, yes."
"Almost got it... There. Better?"
"Yes. Oh, shit. I have a meeting at the plant in twenty minutes. I need to get changed so I don't go in looking like..."
"Like someone who's just been thoroughly debauched by a farm boy?"
"..."
"Lex? Didn't you say you had to hurry?"
"Yeah... I'm just coming to terms with the fact that you just said 'thoroughly debauched'."
"Don't make fun of me, or I won't let you not touch me again... You... you do want to, right? Again... like, soon?"
"Clark..."
"Lex, it's okay. I'll just get out of your way, and-"
"I was going to say, tell your parents that I need another produce delivery tomorrow."
"But I just brought you two bushels of... oh."
"I'll donate it to the shelter or something, but I want it delivered here."
"Right... I'll make you my last stop."
"Good idea."
"Well... I'll... bye, Lex."
"Clark?"
"Yeah."
"I'll look forward to not touching you tomorrow."
~The End~