Lex/Adam. NC-17.
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hackthis_archiveOkay, I have a confession to make: I don’t find Ian Somerhalder ovary-crampingly pretty. (Wendi, breathe, I’m not done yet.) He’s nice to look at don’t get me wrong. Definitely preferable to some possibilities, but I think it’s some sort of image overload. Too much happening at one time in one place: too much with the cheekbones and the eyes and the mouth. It’s like whoa, maybe we need to turn the dial back to 11.
I say this only to point out that, yes pretty, but IMO not pretty like, say, Jude. Or Cillian Murphy, but still not hard on the eyes. However. When you put Adam next to Lex, and they’re together, all smirking mouths and sharp blue eyes, dude, forget prettiness, you get The Hot. And lemme tell you, one can get a lot of mileage out of The Hot. Hence all the porn and no plot. Well, maybe a little plot, but do you know how hard it is to write something when one keeps stopping to say ‘dude, that’s hot’?
Smallville
Flammable Situations
It’s only afterwards, with Adam panting on his back on the piano bench, and the salty-sweetness of semen and hard kisses in his mouth, that Lex realizes what a good thing he’s finally found.
Adam doesn’t trust him; he certainly doesn’t love him, and there are no illusions about what’s really happening here. Lex is not going to fall in love with Adam Knight; they are under no pretences about happily ever after. Their devotion is not going to inspire touching documentaries by GLAAD thirty years down the line.
Theirs is a mutually beneficial relationship, superficially based on attraction, and they both understand that.
They can fuck and fight and no one will get hurt because that’s all it is: sex. Hot, dirty, messy sex that they can have anytime they want, providing they can stop sniping at each other long enough to use their mouths for other things. And it’s amazing how predatory Adam can look, stretched out on his back with his shirt pushed up under his arms and his pants down around his ankles. Lex can’t think of a lot of people who could pull off something like that, perhaps one or two, but Bruce is in Gotham, and Adam is here, *now*.
That makes all the difference in the world.
Lex’s cock twitches much sooner than he expected as Adam‘s eyes narrow, and his fingers trace over the huge lovebite Lex left on the inside of his right thigh. It’s not really love though, so calling it a lovebite isn’t just a misnomer; it’s an oxymoron. Clark would’ve called it a hickey, but Adam isn’t Clark, and someone groans as Adam’s fingers trail up the inside of his thigh until they’re tracing over his cock and his stomach.
When Lex’s licks his lips thoughtfully, Adam’s nostrils flare. It’s not the most attractive look ever, but Adam’s pretty mouth and glittering eyes make up for a lot.
Adam’s fingers swirl around one nipple and then the other, and this time, it’s most definitely Lex who’s growling. He’s already reaching for the tiny bottle of lube and one of the foil packets resting on the piano keys when Adam says, “Fuck me, *now*.”
Lex smirks. “Did you think I was planning on doing something else?”
*
It never occurs to Lex not to fuck Adam Knight every chance he gets, because good sex is so hard to get where he’s at these days. So when he goes to the Talon, and again, finds Chloe Sullivan digging around underneath the bed instead of Adam sprawled out *on* it, it takes considerable fortitude for him not to yell at her to get out because he‘s got people to screw.
Lex knows how to improvise better than anyone else he can think of, though, and when he leaves the apartment, and he finds Adam at the foot of the stairs, all sharp appraisals, bright blue eyes and too tight red tee shirt, he cuts his eyes towards the back office without saying another word.
Silently, Lex begins counting in Japanese as he cuts across the room to tell Lana that he’ll be using the office for bit. She smiles benignly, and deep inside, Lex isn‘t sure whether to pity her or be appalled by the pointlessness of it all. Lana will never be what Adam needs, no matter what Adam wants to believe. Lana’s no better for Adam than she was for Clark, and Adam’s not a small-town boy, soon enough he’ll realize that.
Lex opens the door to the office on the count of sixty and closes it behind him on sixty-one. The counting stops at the sight that greets him in the tiny eight by ten room: Adam’s clothing is strewn all over Lana’s desk, and he’s sprawled, naked, in what Lex thinks must be a rather cold, plastic chair.
Adam wears naked well though, and his cock juts out proudly, as though flying a flag that dares Lex not to salute how gorgeous Adam is.
Lex can’t help but be amused at the accident potential as he pulls a slate-colored sweater over his head. “What if I had been Lana?”
“We wouldn’t be having this conversation then, would we?” Adam says running a hand down his stomach and over the length of his dick.
Lex can’t remember the last time he met someone who did seduction so casually. He may have to give serious consideration to keeping Adam, and Adam’s smirk isn’t as infuriating when he’s stretched out so casually. In fact, if Lex’s cock could get any harder, it probably just did.
“Don’t take pointless chances,” Lex says absently as he removes his pants and boxers, and drapes them over the only other chair in the room. It’s rather strange to be standing in his socks, naked, in the Talon office, but the floor is cold, and Lex is a practical man.
“Come here,” Lex says, riffling through the pockets of the olive cargo pants Adam’s left on the desk.
“What the hell are you doing?” Adam’s question is fully-loaded as he explodes out the chair and pushes Lex away from his belongings. He glares angrily at the intrusion, and Lex steps back to the wall, just because.
The force of Adam’s assault isn’t nearly as hard as Lex knows it could be, and he lounges against the wall harmlessly, allowing Adam to study him as much as he wants. The weight of Adam’s gaze causes Lex’s cock to twitch unmercifully, but it’s Adam who absently rubs at his groin, dropping his pants back on the desk.
“You can’t tell me you don’t have any ‘provisions’ with all the pockets in those pants.” Lex gestures towards the desk while Adam frowns.
Adam shakes his head. “You could’ve just said ‘did you bring any condoms?’”
“It seemed easier to do it myself.” Lex shrugs before stepping away from the wall and approaching Adam slowly. His reflexes spring into action when Adam tosses the pants at him.
“Back left pocket.” Adam rolls his head on his neck and arches his back before gripping the sides of the desk and bending over enticingly. The bare curve of his ass makes Lex’s throat go dry.
“Hurry up,” Adam says. “We haven’t got all day.”
*
Lex straightens his clothing and leaves the office ten minutes after Adam has gone upstairs to his room. Lana is nowhere to be seen, which works well enough for Lex since he’s not sure how successfully he muffled all the noise they made. At one point Adam was riding his dick and grunting like a rabid bull, and when Lex tried to muzzle the noises, Adam bit his hand.
Lex is curiously investigating the bite marks Adam left on the juncture of his right hand when he bumps right into Clark. The phrase ‘deliciously painful irony’ immediately springs to Lex’s mind as he imagines Clark in Adam’s place and how close they once were.
It’s much easier to carry on a conversation with Clark when Lex is getting sucked off at least five times a week though, and the smile he gives Clark is as real as they come to Lex these days.
“I’ve been looking all over for you,” Clark says, shaking his head, with a wry grin.
“Well, you’ve found me.” Lex slides his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels, expectantly.
Whatever Clark says is muted by Lana’s voice coming from above them, and Lex and Clark glance towards Adam’s apartment in time to catch a glimmer of a shirtless Adam showing Lana the door.
Clark looks beautiful, even when he‘s completely shocked, and Lex bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing in the face of mistaken assumptions versus the actual truth.
Watching Clark watching Lana watching Adam, who’s performing for Lex, is like one of those Spanish telenovelas that Lex can’t help watching in the middle of mundane work days.
*
Adam and Lex. Lex and Adam. The concept of them being anything more than two guys who fuck hasn’t gained a lot of ground in Lex’s head, but everyday that passes and they‘re still together in their mutually dysfunctional sexual agreement, is another day for Lex to give the idea more consideration.
Adam is tough and bright, and he doesn’t pretend that he doesn’t want Lex when he does. There’s no holding back when they’re together, whether it’s fucking or fighting or some variation thereof. Lex needs someone who gives their all to everything they do, and with Adam there’s never a thought that he’s not 100% invested in the moment.
It never occurs to Lex that fucking Adam might be A Bad Idea, after all, they’re not looking for forever, they’re fine with right now.
-end-
Notes: You know, most people just sleep it off when they’re hungover. Cookies for the people that find the Sublime lyric in the story. Un-beta'd.
Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
happyminion and her #2 Crush, to rosenho for her “pretty” appreciation, and to slodwick for making pretties.
I say this only to point out that, yes pretty, but IMO not pretty like, say, Jude. Or Cillian Murphy, but still not hard on the eyes. However. When you put Adam next to Lex, and they’re together, all smirking mouths and sharp blue eyes, dude, forget prettiness, you get The Hot. And lemme tell you, one can get a lot of mileage out of The Hot. Hence all the porn and no plot. Well, maybe a little plot, but do you know how hard it is to write something when one keeps stopping to say ‘dude, that’s hot’?
Smallville
It’s only afterwards, with Adam panting on his back on the piano bench, and the salty-sweetness of semen and hard kisses in his mouth, that Lex realizes what a good thing he’s finally found.
Adam doesn’t trust him; he certainly doesn’t love him, and there are no illusions about what’s really happening here. Lex is not going to fall in love with Adam Knight; they are under no pretences about happily ever after. Their devotion is not going to inspire touching documentaries by GLAAD thirty years down the line.
Theirs is a mutually beneficial relationship, superficially based on attraction, and they both understand that.
They can fuck and fight and no one will get hurt because that’s all it is: sex. Hot, dirty, messy sex that they can have anytime they want, providing they can stop sniping at each other long enough to use their mouths for other things. And it’s amazing how predatory Adam can look, stretched out on his back with his shirt pushed up under his arms and his pants down around his ankles. Lex can’t think of a lot of people who could pull off something like that, perhaps one or two, but Bruce is in Gotham, and Adam is here, *now*.
That makes all the difference in the world.
Lex’s cock twitches much sooner than he expected as Adam‘s eyes narrow, and his fingers trace over the huge lovebite Lex left on the inside of his right thigh. It’s not really love though, so calling it a lovebite isn’t just a misnomer; it’s an oxymoron. Clark would’ve called it a hickey, but Adam isn’t Clark, and someone groans as Adam’s fingers trail up the inside of his thigh until they’re tracing over his cock and his stomach.
When Lex’s licks his lips thoughtfully, Adam’s nostrils flare. It’s not the most attractive look ever, but Adam’s pretty mouth and glittering eyes make up for a lot.
Adam’s fingers swirl around one nipple and then the other, and this time, it’s most definitely Lex who’s growling. He’s already reaching for the tiny bottle of lube and one of the foil packets resting on the piano keys when Adam says, “Fuck me, *now*.”
Lex smirks. “Did you think I was planning on doing something else?”
It never occurs to Lex not to fuck Adam Knight every chance he gets, because good sex is so hard to get where he’s at these days. So when he goes to the Talon, and again, finds Chloe Sullivan digging around underneath the bed instead of Adam sprawled out *on* it, it takes considerable fortitude for him not to yell at her to get out because he‘s got people to screw.
Lex knows how to improvise better than anyone else he can think of, though, and when he leaves the apartment, and he finds Adam at the foot of the stairs, all sharp appraisals, bright blue eyes and too tight red tee shirt, he cuts his eyes towards the back office without saying another word.
Silently, Lex begins counting in Japanese as he cuts across the room to tell Lana that he’ll be using the office for bit. She smiles benignly, and deep inside, Lex isn‘t sure whether to pity her or be appalled by the pointlessness of it all. Lana will never be what Adam needs, no matter what Adam wants to believe. Lana’s no better for Adam than she was for Clark, and Adam’s not a small-town boy, soon enough he’ll realize that.
Lex opens the door to the office on the count of sixty and closes it behind him on sixty-one. The counting stops at the sight that greets him in the tiny eight by ten room: Adam’s clothing is strewn all over Lana’s desk, and he’s sprawled, naked, in what Lex thinks must be a rather cold, plastic chair.
Adam wears naked well though, and his cock juts out proudly, as though flying a flag that dares Lex not to salute how gorgeous Adam is.
Lex can’t help but be amused at the accident potential as he pulls a slate-colored sweater over his head. “What if I had been Lana?”
“We wouldn’t be having this conversation then, would we?” Adam says running a hand down his stomach and over the length of his dick.
Lex can’t remember the last time he met someone who did seduction so casually. He may have to give serious consideration to keeping Adam, and Adam’s smirk isn’t as infuriating when he’s stretched out so casually. In fact, if Lex’s cock could get any harder, it probably just did.
“Don’t take pointless chances,” Lex says absently as he removes his pants and boxers, and drapes them over the only other chair in the room. It’s rather strange to be standing in his socks, naked, in the Talon office, but the floor is cold, and Lex is a practical man.
“Come here,” Lex says, riffling through the pockets of the olive cargo pants Adam’s left on the desk.
“What the hell are you doing?” Adam’s question is fully-loaded as he explodes out the chair and pushes Lex away from his belongings. He glares angrily at the intrusion, and Lex steps back to the wall, just because.
The force of Adam’s assault isn’t nearly as hard as Lex knows it could be, and he lounges against the wall harmlessly, allowing Adam to study him as much as he wants. The weight of Adam’s gaze causes Lex’s cock to twitch unmercifully, but it’s Adam who absently rubs at his groin, dropping his pants back on the desk.
“You can’t tell me you don’t have any ‘provisions’ with all the pockets in those pants.” Lex gestures towards the desk while Adam frowns.
Adam shakes his head. “You could’ve just said ‘did you bring any condoms?’”
“It seemed easier to do it myself.” Lex shrugs before stepping away from the wall and approaching Adam slowly. His reflexes spring into action when Adam tosses the pants at him.
“Back left pocket.” Adam rolls his head on his neck and arches his back before gripping the sides of the desk and bending over enticingly. The bare curve of his ass makes Lex’s throat go dry.
“Hurry up,” Adam says. “We haven’t got all day.”
Lex straightens his clothing and leaves the office ten minutes after Adam has gone upstairs to his room. Lana is nowhere to be seen, which works well enough for Lex since he’s not sure how successfully he muffled all the noise they made. At one point Adam was riding his dick and grunting like a rabid bull, and when Lex tried to muzzle the noises, Adam bit his hand.
Lex is curiously investigating the bite marks Adam left on the juncture of his right hand when he bumps right into Clark. The phrase ‘deliciously painful irony’ immediately springs to Lex’s mind as he imagines Clark in Adam’s place and how close they once were.
It’s much easier to carry on a conversation with Clark when Lex is getting sucked off at least five times a week though, and the smile he gives Clark is as real as they come to Lex these days.
“I’ve been looking all over for you,” Clark says, shaking his head, with a wry grin.
“Well, you’ve found me.” Lex slides his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels, expectantly.
Whatever Clark says is muted by Lana’s voice coming from above them, and Lex and Clark glance towards Adam’s apartment in time to catch a glimmer of a shirtless Adam showing Lana the door.
Clark looks beautiful, even when he‘s completely shocked, and Lex bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing in the face of mistaken assumptions versus the actual truth.
Watching Clark watching Lana watching Adam, who’s performing for Lex, is like one of those Spanish telenovelas that Lex can’t help watching in the middle of mundane work days.
Adam and Lex. Lex and Adam. The concept of them being anything more than two guys who fuck hasn’t gained a lot of ground in Lex’s head, but everyday that passes and they‘re still together in their mutually dysfunctional sexual agreement, is another day for Lex to give the idea more consideration.
Adam is tough and bright, and he doesn’t pretend that he doesn’t want Lex when he does. There’s no holding back when they’re together, whether it’s fucking or fighting or some variation thereof. Lex needs someone who gives their all to everything they do, and with Adam there’s never a thought that he’s not 100% invested in the moment.
It never occurs to Lex that fucking Adam might be A Bad Idea, after all, they’re not looking for forever, they’re fine with right now.
-end-
Notes: You know, most people just sleep it off when they’re hungover. Cookies for the people that find the Sublime lyric in the story. Un-beta'd.
Dedicated to
happyminion and her #2 Crush, to rosenho for her “pretty” appreciation, and to slodwick for making pretties.
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Re:
Date: 2004-02-17 05:37 pm (UTC)Wow, what lovely feedback. I'm so pleased that you enjoyed the story so much. I went on something of a Lex/Adam tear immediately after 'Hereafter' so, it means a lot to me to know that other people recognized the potential as well.