DISCLAIMER - Not mine, I couldn't afford the motor and household insurance bills. I promise I'll scrub them down and give them back to DC comics, the WB and anyone else who does own a slice of them when I'm done with them. Story, such as it is, copyright Karen Colohan, July 2003.

Author's notes - This is the second of my ficlets on request and it's for Celli. All she said was Lex gets shot. This was the bunny that resulted.

Lex gasped, stunned by the stinging impact on his chest. Looking down, he saw the dampness spreading out from where he'd been hit. It soaked into the dove grey silk of his shirt, plastering it to him. Still speechless with shock, Lex looked up to meet his assailant's eyes.

The green depths sparkled with barely restrained amusement as Clark stood ready to unleash another ice cold blast from the oversized water pistol that he was toting with impressive skill. Lex's mouth worked, but still no words came out. He definitely hadn't been prepared for an ambush the moment he stepped out of his car onto Kent property.

Clark was grinning broadly as he watched Lex. His gaze slid from Lex's face down to his torso, apparently to assess the damage. Slowly, his expression changed and he appeared to be caught by the way the water darkened silk now clung to Lex's body. It made Lex's nipples - taut and erect thanks to the icy water - startlingly clear and Clark seemed fascinated by the sight. His lips parted in a soft gasp.

Now that he was getting over the shock of being doused with water, Lex decided that it was time for him to take control of the situation. He stalked towards Clark, whose mouth was still slacked open. Lex narrowed his eyes, the look in them promising revenge. Clark was apparently sufficiently diverted by his drenched state that Lex was able to get closer to him than he'd expected.

Lex reached for the water pistol, trying to grapple it away from Clark, but the sneak attack put Clark instantly back on guard, his distraction forgotten. His finger tightened on the trigger, discharging another blast of water. The angle of the pistol was such that this time Lex's expensive slacks were the casualty.

As the icy spray caught him directly in the crotch, Lex let out an undignified yelp and jumped back out of harm's way. It took him a moment to realise that Clark was now staring at him in even more blatant appreciation. Glancing down, he discovered why. The soaked material was draped most revealingly, outlining Lex's cock in perfect detail. Apparently, even though it had just been subjected to an impromptu cold shower, it was enough to impress Clark.

Lex looked up, a knowing expression on his face. Clark's cheeks flushed as he realised that he'd been caught looking.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, Clark?" Lex asked, his voice low and now full of an entirely different kind of promise.

Clark held his gaze steadily despite his obvious embarrassment. "Why don't you come inside and get out of those wet clothes?" he suggested. "Then we can discuss it."

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