i am SO not in charge around here...
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happyminion about many things and randomly i offer to write her something. an offer i've been known to make every now and then, even though i can't always deliver... but then she tossed out something i couldn't say no too.
skinny dipping.
man, that's evil.
Lex is not a voyeur. By nature he’s an exhibitionist, but he’s never really had much choice. Lex has always been in the center of the crowd, for a long time now he been *the* center of the crowd. So it stands to reason that he generally prefers participation over standing on the sidelines, but he can make exceptions.
Lex can always be adaptable, especially when it comes to Clark.
Lex has seen the way that Clark tries to blend into the background with the slump of his shoulders and his mumbled conversations. Lex has watched Clark try to contain himself when he shouldn’t, when his life could be so much easier if he just let it all hang out.
Proverbially speaking of course.
But Lex has never had that problem. Lex has the opposite issue, sometimes he’s so *there* that he can’t hide. That he can’t blend in. He’s had to work hard at learning to be like everyone else. It’s certainly not a skill his father would approve of, but that’s why Lex will succeed where Lionel has failed. That’s why Clark hasn’t seen Lex yet, because Lex doesn’t want him to.
Lex wants to watch. To observe. Lex is trying really hard not to be seen, but he’s not quite sure how long he can blend in with a bush of azaleas and something that he’s praying isn’t poison oak.
Still, it could all be worth it if he can get in a few more minute of quality Clark watching time. A few more minutes of praying that Clark does some sort of somersault or something equally unlikely to happen, but Clark wasn’t likely to be naked on Lex’s afternoon walk either, so who knows what could happen next.
Lex just wants to see if Clark’s actually putting the skinny in skinny dipping.
All the evidence is in Lex’s favor. The clothes by the bank are definitely Clark’s. Lex would recognize that flannel anywhere, and there’s only one pile, so at least Lex doesn’t have to worry that some perky young thing with XX chromosomes is about to interrupt his idyllic existence.
Which could also beg the question as to what exactly Clark is doing out here. What else he *could* be doing out here, hidden in the trees, away from prying eyes, except going naked.
Clark naked.
Naked Clark, any way Lex thinks about it, it’s an excellent idea. Definitely one that Lex supports in any way shape or form. However it’s happening, even if it’s not fully happening, it doesn’t really matter. Clark’s naked as far as Lex can tell; and if Lex’s imagination wants to run rampant with that idea then there is no way he’s going to stop it. Not when it’s rocketing ahead of every part of him, with the possible exception of his cock which probably figured out what was happening long before his brain did.
Lex only pictures Clark *this* naked when he’s in the shower, or having a particularly irritating conversation with his father.
This particular scene could provide Lex with material well into the next decade.
Between the sunlight bouncing off the water and the almost appalling lush greenery around the swimming hole, this scene is way too close to ‘picturesque.’ Lex might be tempted to start quoting Emerson if there wasn’t a naked Clark in the middle of the entire menagerie making the whole thing XXX-rated.
Maybe Whitman would be more appropriate.
Maybe this is really only a PG-13 movie with an NC-17 illusion.
That would really… suck, but it is a distinct possibility.
There is every chance that Clark is wearing his briefs or his boxers or perhaps those classic blue-checked boxers that brought him such great karmic luck as the scarecrow. Hell, Clark could be wearing his jeans and boots…in a swimming hole.
It must be the heat affecting Lex’s brain. Except that he’s in the shade, and the sun is going down, which probably means that Clark will be getting out the water soon.
Clark wet. Wet Clark.
The idea alone is enough to send Lex reeling, or wandering, or going places he’s never been in his entire life.
Lex’s cock is like a homing beacon where Clark Kent is concerned. He figures it has to be because he never could’ve found this swimming hole of his own accord. He’s not even sure where the hell he is. Not that that’s really that important, it’s certainly not something he’s going to examine too closely.
Not if the implications start screaming ‘stalker’ at him, because Lex isn’t a stalker. Lex doesn’t follow, he leads, so he didn’t follow his cock to this swimming hole, it lead him there.
If that reasoning seems a bit flawed, he’s not going to examine it too closely. Besides, Lex is sure he was on his own property 20 minutes ago, okay, maybe 45 minutes ago, but it’s not as though Lex actively went searching for this particular spot. When Mrs. Kent said Clark had gone swimming she could’ve been talking about the Municipal Pool or any other swimming hole in town.
Clark could have been swimming anywhere, but he’s swimming *here*. In this hideaway that’s framed and shaded by enormous oak and maple trees. Clark is swimming, ostensibly naked, in this postcard from Playgirl Goes Camping.
That issue never really interested Lex before, but, like he said, he’s adaptable, and Lex is *not* stalking, he’s just not out in the open. And he’s not staring, he’s just ‘observing.’
It’s kind of hard for him not to, not with the way that Clark is just swimming back and forth long, golden arms parting the dark water like Moses. If Clark was in the chlorinated *clear* pool in the castle, Lex wouldn’t have to be wondering about the state of Clark’s nakedness.
happyminion about many things and randomly i offer to write her something. an offer i've been known to make every now and then, even though i can't always deliver... but then she tossed out something i couldn't say no too.skinny dipping.
man, that's evil.
Lex is not a voyeur. By nature he’s an exhibitionist, but he’s never really had much choice. Lex has always been in the center of the crowd, for a long time now he been *the* center of the crowd. So it stands to reason that he generally prefers participation over standing on the sidelines, but he can make exceptions.
Lex can always be adaptable, especially when it comes to Clark.
Lex has seen the way that Clark tries to blend into the background with the slump of his shoulders and his mumbled conversations. Lex has watched Clark try to contain himself when he shouldn’t, when his life could be so much easier if he just let it all hang out.
Proverbially speaking of course.
But Lex has never had that problem. Lex has the opposite issue, sometimes he’s so *there* that he can’t hide. That he can’t blend in. He’s had to work hard at learning to be like everyone else. It’s certainly not a skill his father would approve of, but that’s why Lex will succeed where Lionel has failed. That’s why Clark hasn’t seen Lex yet, because Lex doesn’t want him to.
Lex wants to watch. To observe. Lex is trying really hard not to be seen, but he’s not quite sure how long he can blend in with a bush of azaleas and something that he’s praying isn’t poison oak.
Still, it could all be worth it if he can get in a few more minute of quality Clark watching time. A few more minutes of praying that Clark does some sort of somersault or something equally unlikely to happen, but Clark wasn’t likely to be naked on Lex’s afternoon walk either, so who knows what could happen next.
Lex just wants to see if Clark’s actually putting the skinny in skinny dipping.
All the evidence is in Lex’s favor. The clothes by the bank are definitely Clark’s. Lex would recognize that flannel anywhere, and there’s only one pile, so at least Lex doesn’t have to worry that some perky young thing with XX chromosomes is about to interrupt his idyllic existence.
Which could also beg the question as to what exactly Clark is doing out here. What else he *could* be doing out here, hidden in the trees, away from prying eyes, except going naked.
Clark naked.
Naked Clark, any way Lex thinks about it, it’s an excellent idea. Definitely one that Lex supports in any way shape or form. However it’s happening, even if it’s not fully happening, it doesn’t really matter. Clark’s naked as far as Lex can tell; and if Lex’s imagination wants to run rampant with that idea then there is no way he’s going to stop it. Not when it’s rocketing ahead of every part of him, with the possible exception of his cock which probably figured out what was happening long before his brain did.
Lex only pictures Clark *this* naked when he’s in the shower, or having a particularly irritating conversation with his father.
This particular scene could provide Lex with material well into the next decade.
Between the sunlight bouncing off the water and the almost appalling lush greenery around the swimming hole, this scene is way too close to ‘picturesque.’ Lex might be tempted to start quoting Emerson if there wasn’t a naked Clark in the middle of the entire menagerie making the whole thing XXX-rated.
Maybe Whitman would be more appropriate.
Maybe this is really only a PG-13 movie with an NC-17 illusion.
That would really… suck, but it is a distinct possibility.
There is every chance that Clark is wearing his briefs or his boxers or perhaps those classic blue-checked boxers that brought him such great karmic luck as the scarecrow. Hell, Clark could be wearing his jeans and boots…in a swimming hole.
It must be the heat affecting Lex’s brain. Except that he’s in the shade, and the sun is going down, which probably means that Clark will be getting out the water soon.
Clark wet. Wet Clark.
The idea alone is enough to send Lex reeling, or wandering, or going places he’s never been in his entire life.
Lex’s cock is like a homing beacon where Clark Kent is concerned. He figures it has to be because he never could’ve found this swimming hole of his own accord. He’s not even sure where the hell he is. Not that that’s really that important, it’s certainly not something he’s going to examine too closely.
Not if the implications start screaming ‘stalker’ at him, because Lex isn’t a stalker. Lex doesn’t follow, he leads, so he didn’t follow his cock to this swimming hole, it lead him there.
If that reasoning seems a bit flawed, he’s not going to examine it too closely. Besides, Lex is sure he was on his own property 20 minutes ago, okay, maybe 45 minutes ago, but it’s not as though Lex actively went searching for this particular spot. When Mrs. Kent said Clark had gone swimming she could’ve been talking about the Municipal Pool or any other swimming hole in town.
Clark could have been swimming anywhere, but he’s swimming *here*. In this hideaway that’s framed and shaded by enormous oak and maple trees. Clark is swimming, ostensibly naked, in this postcard from Playgirl Goes Camping.
That issue never really interested Lex before, but, like he said, he’s adaptable, and Lex is *not* stalking, he’s just not out in the open. And he’s not staring, he’s just ‘observing.’
It’s kind of hard for him not to, not with the way that Clark is just swimming back and forth long, golden arms parting the dark water like Moses. If Clark was in the chlorinated *clear* pool in the castle, Lex wouldn’t have to be wondering about the state of Clark’s nakedness.
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Date: 2002-07-11 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-11 06:37 pm (UTC)Wet. Naked. Clark. Lex.Watching. *whimper*
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Date: 2002-07-11 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-12 07:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-12 08:50 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-07-12 10:44 am (UTC)my coffee and me
Date: 2002-07-12 09:01 am (UTC)//He’s had to work hard at learning to be like everyone else. It’s certainly not a skill his father would approve of, but that’s why Lex will succeed where Lionel has failed.//
Now this, kids, is what we like to call an insight. They sort of pop out, like those horrible, honest comments you make without thinking "Yeah, I always hated your hair like that."
This seems like maybe a throw-away couple lines in a fic that's about Aqua Adonis, but Lex DID have to work hard to be like every one else, like ANYONE else. THe mold was broken and all that cliqued garbage. But it's self-evident and extremely important at the same time. He sees what other people don't because he's always, actually, when it suits him, trying to match their dull plumage.
Then we move on to the second part, just as perfectly constructed. We know he succeeds. We know, in the end, it's becuase the tiny sliver of humanity that Lionel seems to possess (love for his wife, genuine but misguided affection for his son) is burnt out of Lex at some point in the future. Lionel fails by virtue of being like the other people that he wouldn't want Lex to be.
// but he’s not quite sure how long he can blend in with a bush of azaleas and something that he’s praying isn’t poison oak.//
Maybe he should get one of those handy picture books that tells you what every plant in a given climate zone is. Can't you see him with the book looming over a bush trying to tell if it's the Gloriosa Azalea or the Grandiflora? At any rate, he should learn the things that would produce a rash. I hear poison ivy/oak on the genitals isn't a day at the races. Second hand.
Re: my coffee and me
Date: 2002-07-12 09:13 am (UTC)Then we move on to the second part, just as perfectly constructed. We know he succeeds. We know, in the end, it's becuase the tiny sliver of humanity that Lionel seems to possess (love for his wife, genuine but misguided affection for his son) is burnt out of Lex at some point in the future. Lionel fails by virtue of being like the other people that he wouldn't want Lex to be.
Do you know what someone hinted at the other day that I finally fucking realized? This whole tornado being the beginning of Lex going to seed isn't about Lex leaving Lionel to die, it's about the beginning of LexCorp. Lex is going to start LexCorp to help fund the takeover. Just my two-bits.
I hear poison ivy/oak on the genitals isn't a day at the races. Second hand.
second hand, huh? riiight.