Black Leather and Claws

Black Leather and Claws

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville, Batman Returns, or Catwoman…even though I really wish I did. I would be one extremely rich bitch.

Summary: Jason is one pissed off pussycat and Lex doesn’t know what to do. This is going to have male/male parings…so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. It really is that simple, I promise you. There will also be some foul language just because I do so enjoy using it. XOVER, OC, MM, LANGUAGE.

Chapter Seven

“Ah,” Clark yelled when he walked through the door and took off running across the room, “I left the bathwater running again!”

Jason snorted and made his way into Clark’s tidy apartment. It was just a little bit bigger than his and it was so…Zen. He shook his head. Clark is just as scatterbrained as he is. That was a plus, he guessed. He sat his shopping bags down and took a look around.

There was an old style Japanese incense burner on the small wooden table in front of the sofa, and a good sized meditating Buddha on another table in the corner. He saw some silk wall scrolls with Quan Yin and another with pink cherry blossoms.

“Sorry about that,” Clarks said walking back into the living area with his slacks soaking wet, “One day I’ll come back and find the place burning to the ground.”

Jason could not help but to eye how the wet material clung to those long muscular legs. He shook his head and laughed, “You’re wet.”

“Oh,” Clark said looking down at himself and frowned, “Make your self at home while I go and change into something dry.”

Jason nodded and plopped down on the sofa while Clark stepped out of the room again. He leaned back and sighed. What was he doing? He did not have time for this.

Wait! Clark dated Lex. The two have a past together. Well, well, well, this could be fruitful. This would be some perfect ammo against Lex. He was going to find those files…tonight! Oh, he was such a clever kitty cat.

Clark came walking back out in a pair of faded jeans and a white muscle shirt. He looked yummy enough to pounce and sink claws into.

“So,” Clark said as he sat down in the sofa chair across from him and sat the voice recorder on the table beside the incense burner, “Tell me about the charity.”

Jason watched him prop his bare feet up on the table and fought with himself. He wanted to pounce across the table, rip that shirt off of him, and crush his mouth against his.

Snap out of it!

“Lex will be auctioning off a piece from his own personal collection of treasures,” Jason said, “The sword that belonged to Alexander the Great. The money raised will be used to fund Aids research in hopes of finding a future cure.”

Clark nodded, “That is very generous of Lex.”

“It is,” Jason agreed and kept the darkness from showing in his voice.

But, Lex does nothing for free, Clark…as I’m sure you know.

“Will you be there,” Clark asked without meaning to let that question slip out.

“I think so,” Jason said with a secret smile, “Why?”

“Curiosity,” Clark said.

“Ah,” Jason smiled at him then, “Curiosity killed the cat.”

“I’m no cat,” Clark said and sat up.

“This charity will benefit those who have been diagnosed with full blown aids,” Jason told him, “As well as try and give their loved ones hope for the future.”

Clark nodded, “Anything else?”

Jason continued for some time and then said, “That about covers it.”

“Lex actually sent me an invitation to go,” Clark said, “And I am wondering…”

“Wondering,” Jason asked with a big white grin.

“If you would like to accompany me,” Clark finished and had to take a deep breath.

“I will probably have to be there,” Jason said, “So, yes. I’ll accompany you, Clark.”

“And what if you didn’t have to be there,” Clark asked looking into his green, green eyes.

Jason reached across the table and turned the voice recorder off, “I’d be kissing you until you didn’t want to go either.”

Clark actually gulped when Jason stood up with a fluid like grace. He watched how those muscles moved under his thin silk shirt as he stalked around the table. Was it getting warm in here?

He was holding his breath and almost jumped through the ceiling when Jason straddled his waist. Those creamy white hangs gripped his shirt and he was jerked up to stare into those emerald depths.

“Do you like this shirt,” Jason whispered in question and suddenly ripped it open which caused his prey to jump, “Oops.”

Clark’s blood ignited when those smooth white hands touched his bare chest and that devil red mouth was only an eyelash length from his. Those green eyes were so luminous and mesmerizing that Clark felt like he was on fire.

Jason moved his hips ever so slightly and it was enough to make Clark let out a delicious moan. Clark’s balls felt as if they had been put on to boil.

Jason was just about to kiss him when a knock suddenly came at Clark’s door. He dropped his head and Clark actually groaned. The magic had so been shattered.

Jason stood up and chuckled at the yummy bulge in Clark’s front. Clark spun around and fixed himself which had him laughing, too. Why wasn’t he blushing? He should be blushing. Hell, he should be mortified. Have you no shame, Kent?

Not anymore…bitch.

The knock came at the door once more, only harder this time.

“I’m coming,” Clark yelled and Jason really did almost choke on a snort. This was fucking hilarious.

“Smallville,” the voice yelled, “You open up right this instant! Or I’ll rear back, and throw, and napalm your door down!”

“What is it,” Clark hissed as he cracked the door open to peek out at her, only for her to throw the door wide open, and march in while dragging Chloe right behind her.

Both young ladies stopped when they saw the drop dead gorgeous blonde standing next to Buddha with his hands on his hips. He looked as though he had just stepped from the pages of a high fashion editorial.

“Hi,” Jason said with a crest white smile that could blind that one god.

“I see you have company,” Chloe said and Lois squeezed her arm, “Ouch…”

“Who is this,” Lois asked with suspicion in her voice.

“Smooth, Lois,” Chloe sighed only to cringe when her arm was squeezed again, “Hey!”

“I’m Jason Lyle,” Jason said and gave them the royal wave, “Howdy do.”

Clark chuckled and then glared at Lois, “What is it?”

“You left work without giving me a legitimate reason,” she said and let go of Chloe who began to nurse her abused arm.

“I didn’t realize I had to give you every detail of my personal life,” Clark hissed in annoyance.

“Don’t be silly,” Lois chided as she went to the kitchen to get herself a juice from the fridge, “Only the important stuff.”

“Here they go,” Chloe said as she looked through some of Clark’s magazines.

“What,” Jason asked.

“Excuse you,” Clark roared, “This is my house!”

“That,” Chloe said with a long sigh.

“I’m a guest, Smallville,” Lois snapped right back with equal volume, “And guests get drinks!”

“Oh, my,” Jason said as he watched the two snarl and snap at each other’s throats like a pair of vicious hounds.”

“Don’t worry,” Chloe said with a smile, “Blood has yet to be drawn.”

Jason snorted. That could be loads of fun. He wondered if Clark would let him lick his battle wounds.

“Oh, yeah,” Lois yelled, “I’m leaving!”

A door slammed with a loud bang.

“Lois,” Clark snapped in rage, “You’re in the closet!”

“I know that,” she hissed as she stormed back out with a big jacket of his in hand, “It’s chilly out.”

“Nice meeting you, Jason,” Chloe said and rushed out after her cousin, “Bye, Clark.”

Clark slammed the door behind them and spun around to lean back against it. He let out a sigh and slid down to the floor.

Jason glided over and knelt down in front of him, “Lois Lane?”

“Bane of my existence,” Clark sighed and Jason noticed that he looked a little tired.

He put his hands on Clark’s knees and smiled, “I need to get back. Lex is probably beating someone with a hot poker right now.”

Oh, how that brought back such sweet, sweet memories to Clark.

“Come on, big guy,” Jason said and helped him up.

“Let me give you my number,” Clark said and he nodded and gave him his, too.

A few minutes later, Jason had his coat on and his bags in hand.

“Give me a call,” Clark asked, “When next you’re free?”

Jason put a finger to his lips, kissed it, and then put it to Clark’s, “Will do, Mr. Reporter.”

Clark smiled and watched Jason leave swinging his shopping bags to the hum of Hickory Dickory Dock. That boy was lava hot and spicy as hell.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.