Lunch time *used* to be for lunch
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hackthis_archiveThe LJ Fairy has whammied me again, and unlike the other instances, this time I know who the girl with the wand is so I can thank her properly. I’m not sure if she wants me to run around pimping her praises, but suffice to say that she always makes me smile and I’m honored that she would do this for me. It’s been a long week and I appreciate it more than I can say. She’s mentioned once or twice that she likes it when I write this, so… LJ Fairy this one is for you.
Smallville feat. Warrior Angel
Superhero vs. Superhero
“That’s seriously repressed sexual tension,” Lex announced triumphantly before taking a sip of water. In the darkened room, the blue bottle reflected a distorted picture from the television. “You can’t tell me Devilicus wasn’t eye-fucking Warrior Angel, Clark. No one can resist the appeal of Warrior Angel.”
The movie dialogue that followed his pronouncement drowned out Clark’s response, and Lex absently dropped the bottle back on the end table, completely missing the coaster. He leaned back against Clark’s side and rearranged Clark’s arm around his shoulders for the eighth time that evening.
The noise from the speakers rattled the windows as flashes of red and lilac whizzed across the plasma screen, and Lex barely took the time to blink lest he miss a second of action.
“I heard that the outtakes were so suggestive they might as well have been X-rated,” he continued. “But of course those didn’t make final cut. I heard they’re on the DVD somewhere. We’ll watch them after the movie’s over.”
There was non-committal grunt from Lex’s right, which he ignored, shifting away just as Clark tried to lean down and kiss him.
“Knowing Hollywood and the ‘Comic Books are Evil’ brigade, I suppose it’s a wonder they even let them kiss,” Lex said, groping around for the bag of Oreos, and letting his hand slide between Clark’s legs in exploration. He made a noise of triumph when his fingers encountered crinkling plastic, yet again drowning out Clark’s groan of frustration. He twisted the top off his cookie without dragging his eyes away from the television, and elbowed Clark in the ribs as he scrambled to sit upright. His favorite scene was coming up, Devilicus was just about to --
“It’s been a long day, I think I’m going to go take a long shower. A long, hot shower.”
There was a pause from Clark, and Lex chuckled gleefully as Warrior Angel went flying through an office window. Devilicus followed him through and hovered over his arch nemesis menacingly. Lex never got tired of the fireworks between them, and seeing the chemistry on screen was almost as good as the sex they'd purportedly had before That Issue.
“A long hot shower. Naked,” Clark said. Another pause. “By. My. Self.”
Lex nodded absently as he licked at his Oreo.
“That’s nice,” Lex parroted. Clark was talking but Lex wasn’t listening. He popped another Oreo in his mouth and reached out blindly for his water.
On screen, Cal was at the precinct getting looked at by Pepper, and damn, Thandie Newton was hot. Lex wouldn’t mind having her look over his injuries. When Clark wasn’t of course.
“I’ll remember this later, Lex.”
A blur flashed by Lex’s face, and he ducked down to keep eye contact with the television screen. He didn’t have to duck far, Bang and Olufsen made very large TVs, and who knew that Jude Law made such a convincing Warrior Angel? Lex had to admit that the Ian Somerhalder guy was kind of hot. He wasn’t who Lex would have cast as Sean, but he was definitely easy on the eyes, and he was young enough to age well for the franchise. Lex certainly could appreciate his 'aethestic appeal,' and the guys at Metro-verse could easily squeeze another three or four sequels out of him without worrying about him going gray or getting a beer gut or whatever befell pretty boys when they stopped being so pretty.
However, the real casting coup as far as Lex was concerned, was getting Sir Ian McKellen to play Nigellus Lawford. McKellen was exactly who Lex had thought of when CalIsKing on 'The Warriors' Chat Group had dropped the bomb that Hollywood was really going to try and make a movie out the franchise. There had been a lot of discussion and lot of threats against Metro-verse if the movie had been less than stellar, but amazingly enough all their fears had been unfounded. The cast was the hottest thing this side of Mars, and the sexual tension was, wow.
Lex had snagged tickets to the premiere, and he’d been on the red carpet with Clark when Jude Law had been kissed by his date, Jonny Lee Miller.
Apparently boy-on-boy was the new black. Not that Lex was complaining.
Lex sighed when Pepper sent Cal home to rest up after the fight with Devilicus. He knew what was coming: the flashback with the kiss. He leaned back expectantly and fell onto his side when he realized Clark was no longer splayed out next to him. Maybe he’d gone to the bathroom.
Pulling the crushed Doritos from under him, Lex stretched out along the sofa. He suppressed a sniff when on-screen Cal pulled out a photo of he and Sean together in happier times. The whole rift was rather depressing, but the movie had dealt with it all rather well in Lex’s opinion. Plus, they’d shown Jude Law kissing Ian Somer-somethingorother. And there had been tongue.
Lex propped himself up on his elbows in an anticipation, and blinked when his view was blocked by a hulking great form. “What the hell are you doing, Clark?” he said, scrambling to the other end of the sofa to try and see some part of the scene.
“You’ve watched this DVD four times today,” Clark’s voice carried over the dialogue, and Lex felt a modicum of panic rising up in his throat. “I want you to come to bed.”
“Later,” Lex said, climbing off the sofa to move around Clark. He’d taken two steps before his way was blocked again. “Clark.”
Lex’s irritation was evident.
“No, Lex.”
Lex reached out to push Clark out his way. He knew it was physically impossible to move Clark if he didn’t want to move, but Lex was missing his movie. This was not acceptable. His fingers slid along Clark’s chest unexpectedly, and Lex’s brain stopped thinking about the sexual tension he was missing on screen.
“Clark, are you… You’re wet.”
“I told you I was going to take a shower.”
“You did?”
“You weren’t listening.”
“I wasn’t?” Lex’s brain whirred and crackled as he tried to remember this conversation, and his eyes shifted firmly from the screen over Clark’s shoulder. Clark’s bare shoulder.
“Clark, are you completely naked?”
“I think taking a shower fully clothed tends to defeat the purpose.”
The scene on the TV changed casting a bright white light over Clark’s wet, naked body, and between the shifting of all his blood elsewhere and his brain overloading, Lex was sure the steam was going to come out his ears any minute. “You’re naked, and dripping all over my floor.”
“Yes, and you should enjoy it because that’s all you’re going to see tonight.”
Lex’s “Excuse me?” was lost in the tailwind of Clark super speeding out the room.
It took Lex three whole seconds to realize what had happened. He opened his mouth once to retort, thought better of it, and opened it again to apologize, before biting down hard. If Clark was going to be that way, fine.
“I have my own superhero!” he shouted, finally. Picking up the remote control, he turned towards the television sadly. “I guess there’s not enough room in the house for both of you,” he said, shutting down the entertainment system with a sigh. “Sorry, Cal.”
He turned back around to toss the remote in the direction of the sofa, and almost toppled over when he found Clark standing in front of him.
“Damn right, there’s only one superhero in this house,” Clark said, reaching out and cupping Lex’s head in his hands, “and he’s not sharing you with anyone.”
Clark pulled Lex forward carefully, but kissed him hard, his tongue demanding entrance in Lex’s mouth. Lex’s hands found purchase on slightly damp skin, and he hummed when Clark nuzzled his neck. Biting down softly on Clark’s earlobe, his lips brushed against Clark’s ear as he spoke. “Not even a fictional comic book character?”
“No, especially not a fictional comic book character.”
“But --”
“No, Lex.”
“You’re a tough one.”
“I bet you say that to all the superheroes.”
“No, just one.”
-finis-
Notes: Bang and Olufsen: Best makers of high end plasma screens and surround sounds you can get. Prices start at $10,000 and they’re worth every fucking penny.
The Jude and Jonny Lee photo: Responsible for more inspiration than you can shake a stick at, said photograph can be found at the end of this HP story, 'Seeing The Light' which was a) written for my birthday by the irrepressable![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearlessdiva and b) is a damn good story. Also the photo is not a manip.
Smallville feat. Warrior Angel
Superhero vs. Superhero
“That’s seriously repressed sexual tension,” Lex announced triumphantly before taking a sip of water. In the darkened room, the blue bottle reflected a distorted picture from the television. “You can’t tell me Devilicus wasn’t eye-fucking Warrior Angel, Clark. No one can resist the appeal of Warrior Angel.”
The movie dialogue that followed his pronouncement drowned out Clark’s response, and Lex absently dropped the bottle back on the end table, completely missing the coaster. He leaned back against Clark’s side and rearranged Clark’s arm around his shoulders for the eighth time that evening.
The noise from the speakers rattled the windows as flashes of red and lilac whizzed across the plasma screen, and Lex barely took the time to blink lest he miss a second of action.
“I heard that the outtakes were so suggestive they might as well have been X-rated,” he continued. “But of course those didn’t make final cut. I heard they’re on the DVD somewhere. We’ll watch them after the movie’s over.”
There was non-committal grunt from Lex’s right, which he ignored, shifting away just as Clark tried to lean down and kiss him.
“Knowing Hollywood and the ‘Comic Books are Evil’ brigade, I suppose it’s a wonder they even let them kiss,” Lex said, groping around for the bag of Oreos, and letting his hand slide between Clark’s legs in exploration. He made a noise of triumph when his fingers encountered crinkling plastic, yet again drowning out Clark’s groan of frustration. He twisted the top off his cookie without dragging his eyes away from the television, and elbowed Clark in the ribs as he scrambled to sit upright. His favorite scene was coming up, Devilicus was just about to --
“It’s been a long day, I think I’m going to go take a long shower. A long, hot shower.”
There was a pause from Clark, and Lex chuckled gleefully as Warrior Angel went flying through an office window. Devilicus followed him through and hovered over his arch nemesis menacingly. Lex never got tired of the fireworks between them, and seeing the chemistry on screen was almost as good as the sex they'd purportedly had before That Issue.
“A long hot shower. Naked,” Clark said. Another pause. “By. My. Self.”
Lex nodded absently as he licked at his Oreo.
“That’s nice,” Lex parroted. Clark was talking but Lex wasn’t listening. He popped another Oreo in his mouth and reached out blindly for his water.
On screen, Cal was at the precinct getting looked at by Pepper, and damn, Thandie Newton was hot. Lex wouldn’t mind having her look over his injuries. When Clark wasn’t of course.
“I’ll remember this later, Lex.”
A blur flashed by Lex’s face, and he ducked down to keep eye contact with the television screen. He didn’t have to duck far, Bang and Olufsen made very large TVs, and who knew that Jude Law made such a convincing Warrior Angel? Lex had to admit that the Ian Somerhalder guy was kind of hot. He wasn’t who Lex would have cast as Sean, but he was definitely easy on the eyes, and he was young enough to age well for the franchise. Lex certainly could appreciate his 'aethestic appeal,' and the guys at Metro-verse could easily squeeze another three or four sequels out of him without worrying about him going gray or getting a beer gut or whatever befell pretty boys when they stopped being so pretty.
However, the real casting coup as far as Lex was concerned, was getting Sir Ian McKellen to play Nigellus Lawford. McKellen was exactly who Lex had thought of when CalIsKing on 'The Warriors' Chat Group had dropped the bomb that Hollywood was really going to try and make a movie out the franchise. There had been a lot of discussion and lot of threats against Metro-verse if the movie had been less than stellar, but amazingly enough all their fears had been unfounded. The cast was the hottest thing this side of Mars, and the sexual tension was, wow.
Lex had snagged tickets to the premiere, and he’d been on the red carpet with Clark when Jude Law had been kissed by his date, Jonny Lee Miller.
Apparently boy-on-boy was the new black. Not that Lex was complaining.
Lex sighed when Pepper sent Cal home to rest up after the fight with Devilicus. He knew what was coming: the flashback with the kiss. He leaned back expectantly and fell onto his side when he realized Clark was no longer splayed out next to him. Maybe he’d gone to the bathroom.
Pulling the crushed Doritos from under him, Lex stretched out along the sofa. He suppressed a sniff when on-screen Cal pulled out a photo of he and Sean together in happier times. The whole rift was rather depressing, but the movie had dealt with it all rather well in Lex’s opinion. Plus, they’d shown Jude Law kissing Ian Somer-somethingorother. And there had been tongue.
Lex propped himself up on his elbows in an anticipation, and blinked when his view was blocked by a hulking great form. “What the hell are you doing, Clark?” he said, scrambling to the other end of the sofa to try and see some part of the scene.
“You’ve watched this DVD four times today,” Clark’s voice carried over the dialogue, and Lex felt a modicum of panic rising up in his throat. “I want you to come to bed.”
“Later,” Lex said, climbing off the sofa to move around Clark. He’d taken two steps before his way was blocked again. “Clark.”
Lex’s irritation was evident.
“No, Lex.”
Lex reached out to push Clark out his way. He knew it was physically impossible to move Clark if he didn’t want to move, but Lex was missing his movie. This was not acceptable. His fingers slid along Clark’s chest unexpectedly, and Lex’s brain stopped thinking about the sexual tension he was missing on screen.
“Clark, are you… You’re wet.”
“I told you I was going to take a shower.”
“You did?”
“You weren’t listening.”
“I wasn’t?” Lex’s brain whirred and crackled as he tried to remember this conversation, and his eyes shifted firmly from the screen over Clark’s shoulder. Clark’s bare shoulder.
“Clark, are you completely naked?”
“I think taking a shower fully clothed tends to defeat the purpose.”
The scene on the TV changed casting a bright white light over Clark’s wet, naked body, and between the shifting of all his blood elsewhere and his brain overloading, Lex was sure the steam was going to come out his ears any minute. “You’re naked, and dripping all over my floor.”
“Yes, and you should enjoy it because that’s all you’re going to see tonight.”
Lex’s “Excuse me?” was lost in the tailwind of Clark super speeding out the room.
It took Lex three whole seconds to realize what had happened. He opened his mouth once to retort, thought better of it, and opened it again to apologize, before biting down hard. If Clark was going to be that way, fine.
“I have my own superhero!” he shouted, finally. Picking up the remote control, he turned towards the television sadly. “I guess there’s not enough room in the house for both of you,” he said, shutting down the entertainment system with a sigh. “Sorry, Cal.”
He turned back around to toss the remote in the direction of the sofa, and almost toppled over when he found Clark standing in front of him.
“Damn right, there’s only one superhero in this house,” Clark said, reaching out and cupping Lex’s head in his hands, “and he’s not sharing you with anyone.”
Clark pulled Lex forward carefully, but kissed him hard, his tongue demanding entrance in Lex’s mouth. Lex’s hands found purchase on slightly damp skin, and he hummed when Clark nuzzled his neck. Biting down softly on Clark’s earlobe, his lips brushed against Clark’s ear as he spoke. “Not even a fictional comic book character?”
“No, especially not a fictional comic book character.”
“But --”
“No, Lex.”
“You’re a tough one.”
“I bet you say that to all the superheroes.”
“No, just one.”
-finis-
Notes: Bang and Olufsen: Best makers of high end plasma screens and surround sounds you can get. Prices start at $10,000 and they’re worth every fucking penny.
The Jude and Jonny Lee photo: Responsible for more inspiration than you can shake a stick at, said photograph can be found at the end of this HP story, 'Seeing The Light' which was a) written for my birthday by the irrepressable
fearlessdiva and b) is a damn good story. Also the photo is not a manip.
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Date: 2003-08-02 10:44 am (UTC)