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"Well I was trying not to think about the danger to life and limb, thanks," he shot back dryly "It should be fine though. Should be."

"Nothing to worry about, Tony," he says with a faint smile. "I won't let anything happen to you. Promise."

He nudges him.

"If I didn't have you around to keep me occupied, why... I might just start killing people just to see if it's any fun. I've tried everything else, after all..."

Is he kidding? ...he may not be kidding.

The thing was, Tony actually believed him - not about the killing part (okay, also about the killing part, worryingly), but there was something so confident about Clark, that the world was going to be the way he wanted it and nothing was going to stop him, that it made Tony actually think Clark could/i> keep him safe, even if the car did explode.

"Well then you better keep your promise. You'd go crazy in prison."

He snorts and looks sideways at Tony, clearly skeptical.

"It's adorable that you think I'd go to prison."

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"...no, no you probably wouldn't, would you?" he shakes his head despairingly.

He glances over at Tony.

"Would you?"

"Go to jail for murder?" he thought about it for a second and shrugged "Probably."

He groans and flops back in his seat. They're on the open highway now.

"Oh, come on. Really? Really really? No, you're not that stupid. No."

"Okay," Tony conceded "Maybe I'd be smart enough to get away with it."

That gets a laugh.

"There you go. Exactly. That's what I'm talking about."

He looks over at Tony, looks like he's going to say something, and then shakes his head, clearly giving up on it.

"I was almost tempted to pretend I'd brought you out here to kill you but that's just so laughable, it's not even funny. Far too high profile."

"You wouldn't want to kill me, I make your life interesting. Also, I'm pretty." As soon as he says it he doesn't know why he brought it up, it's only going to make him blush more.

"Don't remind me of that when I'm trying to drive us somewhere," he says with a low chuckle. "Unless you don't mind a slight delay."

A breath in and out.

"Though you're not wrong. I like you alive. And yes, pretty."

He reaches over a hand and settles it half on Tony's shoulder but also, somewhat, on Tony's throat. Around the side of his neck. Possessive. His, in languid, confident sort of way.

Just when Tony thought he'd gotten away with keeping his cool after his own words, Clark had to go and say something like that, because there was really no mistaking what he was implying. Tony had always been curious if Clark was interested in him that way, but he'd always shaken off the little hints or implications, assuming them to just be jokes, but that was fairly unequivocal. If he'd been any doubt before, the sudden curl of warm fingers against his neck confirmed the matter quite firmly, and he could feel the colour rising in his cheeks.

"Hey, it's you that might mind the delay, I thought you wanted to see what this stuff could do," he nudged the bag containing the fuel

That gets a laugh.

"I'm always happy to get waylaid by sex."

"You assume I'd be such a hussy, maybe I'm saving myself for someone special" he joked with mock affront

He looks over, even as the car speeds neatly along the road, and he runs his thumb up the side of Tony's throat as he returns his attention to the road.

"Your heart flutters when I express interest in you. Your skin is warmer, your cheeks are flushed, but only so much as you allow since you're used to controlling that particular reaction, and I'd bet this car itself on the fact that if I offered you the chance to suck me off on the drive there, your hips would shift just at the thought."

He steadies his hand against Tony.

"...you know how to tell people to fuck themselves, Tony. And yet, here we are."

He hated that Clark could tell all that, hated it, but he couldn't deny it, not when Clark would see straight through his lies. He wanted more than anything to not react to those words but they shot straight to his groin and his hips were twitching even before Clark had finished his sentence.

He scowled.

"Maybe it's just been a while," he shot back. Or never.

He looks over at Tony with a very sly smile.

"Then you were saving yourself for me? Is that it?"

"Don't be such an ass," Tony scowled even deeper, though whether he was scowling at the accusation or at the fact Clark had pegged his lack of experience, it was hard to tell.

He laughs again and pulls his hand away from Tony to put both on the wheel, taking a turn onto a smaller, practically abandoned highway. And he pulls aside into the shoulder before turning to Tony.

"Shall we load up the fuel or did you want to do something other than pout about things before hand?"

"Let's load up the fuel and see what this thing can do, serves you right if I make you wait." He realises as soon as the words are out of his mouth that he basically just implied there was something to wait for , clearly it was not his brain doing the talking right now. At least the drive gave him time to get control of himself.

Clark grins wildly at that before tipping his head back towards the fuel supplies. He won't say a thing about Tony's little 'slip'. He doesn't need to.

"Do you need me to pull up the top? Or can we just slip it into the gas tank?"

Is there innuendo in there?

Nooooooo.

Aaaand Tony is getting out the car to give himself some space.

"It'll go in the tank, should mix with the gas in there and give us the boost we need" he calls back, heading to the gas cap.

Clark just waits in the car, letting him have his space, listening but pretending like he isn't.

"Fuck's sake Tony, keep it together," he mutters to himself, blissfully unaware that Clark can probably hear every word "you're acting like - ha - like the desperate fucking virgin I am, yea that's about right. Jesus. Okay, car."

He pours the two bottles of fuel into the tank, chucked the empty backpack back into the car and leaned in
"So, who's driving again?"

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