The last broadcast : SV, HP, dS
Aug. 13th, 2004 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hackthis_archiveYou know that thing when you're eating sushi and you use too much wasabi, and you head gets this horrific pain and all your nerve endings start firing like you stuck something sharp up your nose and you think fire is going to come out your mouth?
It's a great feeling, isn't it?
I told![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serialkarma she needed to humanize Benton Fraser, and lalejandra just wanted some dS, so I wrote How to Fall in Love and Survive for them. I also wrote HP yesterday (Politik)
And there’s this. Now I can go on holiday.
Smallville
PWP – NC-17
Six-Thirteen in the Morning
Lex is sleeping. Correction: Lex was sleeping, but he’s finding it very hard to sleep or breathe or do any of the things that should come naturally when Clark is rubbing against his hip in such an extremely lascivious manner.
Actually, Clark’s not rubbing against Lex’s hip, he’s thrusting against it, because there’s really no other word for the way Clark’s cock is burrowing against the curve of Lex’s hip; and with an arm full of naked nineteen year-old boy rocking against him, Lex can be extremely honest.
He could be a lot more things if he could get his brain to fire properly, however, it’s proving to be extremely difficult to have a coherent thought with Clark’s cock dragging back and forth wetly against Lex’s skin.
Clark’s extremely hard, and Lex doesn’t even have to look underneath the sheets to see this, but he looks anyway, because he can; and this is all wonderful. It’s great, except that Lex isn’t even sure that Clark is awake right now.
Well, Lex isn’t sure that Clark’s brain is awake right now, but Clark’s hand is pretty firm on Lex’s waist and Clark’s dick is certainly at attention, which is all fine by Lex.
A brief glance at his alarm clock is proof that Clark shouldn’t even be conscious right now, and even though the curtains have been pulled, it really doesn’t appear to Lex that Clark is conscious. His eyes aren’t open, but his lips are parted, and he’s panting in Lex’s ear. Wherever Clark is, he’s clearly enjoying himself; and Lex can’t quite figure out how to proceed, because it’s clear that Clark’s in the middle of a very good dream, where apparently, he’s engaging in some serious frottage. Lex almost wishes he was there, but that seems a bit stupid because he’s already got a hard, naked Clark groping him and thrusting against him, and Clark’s hands are everywhere.
Lex always knew that Clark dreamed vividly, but this is the first time that he’s experienced that first hand. There’s a curl of jealously attempting to make itself known, but considering the noises that Clark’s making and the way he’s groping around for Lex’s cock, Lex refuses to believe that Clark is dreaming about anyone else but him. Or Brad Pitt.
Lex makes an incoherent noise as Clark’s fingers curl around his dick and begin stroking him erratically, and between the way Lex is thrusting into Clark’s grip and the way he’s writhing on the bed, there is no way that Clark’s still sleeping.
Lex’s hands are scrabbling for purchase on Clark or the bedding when he feels the wet splatter of Clark’s orgasm, and he’s taken severely off balance when Clark moves from next to him to over him in one blink.
Clark eyes are half-lidded with sleep, but he kisses Lex as though he’s been thinking about it for hours. He tastes of sleep and toothpaste, and his tongue is thick in Lex’s mouth.
Lex moans around the kiss as Clark’s hand jerks him off ruthlessly. Clark’s wet and sticky against him and the sheets are getting tangled between them, it’s kind of uncomfortable but Lex can’t actually bring himself to dwell.
He bites down on Clark’s lip as Clark’s thumb presses against the sensitive underside of his cock, and when he comes it’s white bliss instead of black lightning.
He shudders through the aftershocks as Clark strokes him lazily. Eventually, Clark collapses to his side and plants a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Morning,” he says finally, curling himself against Lex’s shoulder.
Lex takes a deep breath and exhales for a long time. “It is, isn’t it?”
-end-
It's a great feeling, isn't it?
I told
serialkarma she needed to humanize Benton Fraser, and lalejandra just wanted some dS, so I wrote How to Fall in Love and Survive for them. I also wrote HP yesterday (Politik)And there’s this. Now I can go on holiday.
Smallville
PWP – NC-17
Six-Thirteen in the Morning
Lex is sleeping. Correction: Lex was sleeping, but he’s finding it very hard to sleep or breathe or do any of the things that should come naturally when Clark is rubbing against his hip in such an extremely lascivious manner.
Actually, Clark’s not rubbing against Lex’s hip, he’s thrusting against it, because there’s really no other word for the way Clark’s cock is burrowing against the curve of Lex’s hip; and with an arm full of naked nineteen year-old boy rocking against him, Lex can be extremely honest.
He could be a lot more things if he could get his brain to fire properly, however, it’s proving to be extremely difficult to have a coherent thought with Clark’s cock dragging back and forth wetly against Lex’s skin.
Clark’s extremely hard, and Lex doesn’t even have to look underneath the sheets to see this, but he looks anyway, because he can; and this is all wonderful. It’s great, except that Lex isn’t even sure that Clark is awake right now.
Well, Lex isn’t sure that Clark’s brain is awake right now, but Clark’s hand is pretty firm on Lex’s waist and Clark’s dick is certainly at attention, which is all fine by Lex.
A brief glance at his alarm clock is proof that Clark shouldn’t even be conscious right now, and even though the curtains have been pulled, it really doesn’t appear to Lex that Clark is conscious. His eyes aren’t open, but his lips are parted, and he’s panting in Lex’s ear. Wherever Clark is, he’s clearly enjoying himself; and Lex can’t quite figure out how to proceed, because it’s clear that Clark’s in the middle of a very good dream, where apparently, he’s engaging in some serious frottage. Lex almost wishes he was there, but that seems a bit stupid because he’s already got a hard, naked Clark groping him and thrusting against him, and Clark’s hands are everywhere.
Lex always knew that Clark dreamed vividly, but this is the first time that he’s experienced that first hand. There’s a curl of jealously attempting to make itself known, but considering the noises that Clark’s making and the way he’s groping around for Lex’s cock, Lex refuses to believe that Clark is dreaming about anyone else but him. Or Brad Pitt.
Lex makes an incoherent noise as Clark’s fingers curl around his dick and begin stroking him erratically, and between the way Lex is thrusting into Clark’s grip and the way he’s writhing on the bed, there is no way that Clark’s still sleeping.
Lex’s hands are scrabbling for purchase on Clark or the bedding when he feels the wet splatter of Clark’s orgasm, and he’s taken severely off balance when Clark moves from next to him to over him in one blink.
Clark eyes are half-lidded with sleep, but he kisses Lex as though he’s been thinking about it for hours. He tastes of sleep and toothpaste, and his tongue is thick in Lex’s mouth.
Lex moans around the kiss as Clark’s hand jerks him off ruthlessly. Clark’s wet and sticky against him and the sheets are getting tangled between them, it’s kind of uncomfortable but Lex can’t actually bring himself to dwell.
He bites down on Clark’s lip as Clark’s thumb presses against the sensitive underside of his cock, and when he comes it’s white bliss instead of black lightning.
He shudders through the aftershocks as Clark strokes him lazily. Eventually, Clark collapses to his side and plants a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Morning,” he says finally, curling himself against Lex’s shoulder.
Lex takes a deep breath and exhales for a long time. “It is, isn’t it?”
-end-
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Date: 2004-08-13 12:51 pm (UTC)HAhahahahaha! I told you I crack myself up!
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Date: 2004-08-13 01:22 pm (UTC)What a fantastic way to wake up!
I love your icon!!!
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Date: 2004-08-13 01:29 pm (UTC)*loves you ridiculously for writing them so well*
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Date: 2004-08-13 01:44 pm (UTC)Good Morning to PORN!
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Date: 2004-08-13 03:03 pm (UTC)Ever.
*drools*
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Date: 2004-08-14 02:40 am (UTC)niiiice way to wake up
Date: 2004-08-14 09:37 am (UTC)Beautiful, hot morning getting off. Ummmmmm-mmmmmm.
Yes, indeed. Thanks for posting this little gem.
*hugs*
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Date: 2004-08-17 04:00 pm (UTC)Sigh ...
Date: 2004-08-22 07:19 am (UTC)Enjoy your holiday!
noelle:o)
P.S. I've friended you, hope that's all right with you.