hackthis_archive | Smallville, 4400, and Gay boys, oh my!

For your viewing pleasure: The poster for Ye Big Gay Movie, Brokeback Mountain. Let there be lots of boy snoggage. Amen.

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obsessedmuch: Nothing says 'I love you' quite like things that go boom and rain fiery death and destruction for miles around. (Or in this case, probably yards around but it's the thought that counts.)

hackthis: Oh look, a Smallville story I want to write!

Quality Time

Lex studied his reflection in the side of the building. Pierre had outdone himself this time, the fabric of his latest suit was exquisite. He looked like a million dollars. No, he looked like two million dollars. Of course he always looked good, but he looked particularly good today -- if he said so himself.

There was something about the potential destruction of billions of dollars in property that gave a healthy glow to his cheeks. It was better than apple pie, and less fattening too.

Lex turned to his right and frowned slightly. Yes, he would have to cut back on his apple pie a bit; he wasn't a young nubile twenty-something anymore, and all those pies were starting to show up in places they weren't meant to be.

He measured his hips with his hands, holding the detonator loosely in his grip, and looked at the resulting width. He was going to have to step up his exercise regime too.

Someone cleared their throat behind him, and he whirled around, resolutely not being embarrassed at being caught.

"Luthor, what's the meaning of all this?" Superman never seemed to have an extra pounds on him. Lex wondered if it was all the flying. Maybe it did something for his abdominals. Or maybe it was that Kryptonian metabolism.

Lex gestured to the building behind him. "I would think the meaning is perfectly obvious," he said dryly. "You have X-ray vision –- don't tell me you can't see the sandbags of dynamite wrapped around the structure."

Superman sighed. "I'm not five. I have eyes."

Lex just smirked. Sometimes Superman made things entirely too easy. "And don't think you can just superspeed them away. I've got a fool-proof plan, which means even a five-year old couldn't figure their way out of this."

Superman peered past Lex, his face slipping into a scowl. "You laced the dynamite with Kryptonite? Do you want to go back to living in Smallville again? I thought you spent all those years trying to avoid all those mutants."

Lex crossed his arms in annoyance. "At least when I was getting whacked on the head every other day I didn't have to blow up buildings to get your attention."

Superman rolled his eyes. "I told you I had to work –- that typhoon in Brazil? Someone had to deal with that."

Lex wasn't buying it. "The last time I checked, the door on your beloved moonbase –"

"It's not a moonbase."

"Don’t interrupt!" Lex snapped. "You're always interrupting! Didn't you listen to what the therapist said? You have to let me finish what I start. Stop cutting me off all the time! Christ!" Lex didn't stomp his foot. Not even a little bit. He did uncross his arms and wave the detonator in Superman's face though.

Superman held up his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine, you were saying?"

Lex glowered. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. The name on your moonbase says the Justice League -- not Superman's House of Pancakes."

"Now you're just being ridiculous."

"I was talking!"

Superman made a motion of zipping his lips.

Lex exhaled through his nose. "You do not have to rescue everybody all the time! That's what I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted, Clark."

Superman took a deep inhalation; Lex could feel the air moving around him. Superman was like a wind tunnel, and Lex had to fight not to stagger closer. "And this couldn't have waited until I got home?"

"Well, it could've waited if you ever came home."

"That's not fair."

Lex waved the detonator in Superman's face avidly. "Life's not fair, get over it."

Superman just rolled his eyes again. "You know, if you were upset about me working so much, you could've just said so."

"Right, because you're really around to listen." Lex was not sulking. He was forty-three. Men his age didn't sulk; they took action.

Superman grinned. Lex hated it when Superman grinned at him. He was super-villain. People didn’t grin at him; they ran in terror, screaming the whole way. But not Superman. "So, this was your way of getting my attention?"

"Nothing says love like death and destruction and rains of toads," Lex said pointedly.

"You're twisted."

"You love me."

"Duh."

Lex blinked. Superman grinned, again. He had managed to take away the detonator and kiss Lex on the forehead before Lex had finished blinking. "I hate it when you do that."

"I'll make it up to you: I'll get those mousse pastries you like from that café in Paris."

"And dinner," Lex demanded as Superman crushed the detonator into a fine powder. "I want dinner, too."

"There's a landslide in Osaka," Superman began.

"Fine, fine," Lex waved him off. "Go. Save the world. But I want my quality time later or I'm blowing up that deli on Main Street."

Superman laughed. "It's a date."

-end-

And then

scribblinlenore was all write me 4400 Jordan/Shawn! And it's hard to tell her no since she always brings such fabulous stuff to the party. So...

How I Made My Millions

Jordan Collier is not a manipulative man. It's true that he has built his fortune on his smarts and other people's misfortunes, but that's simply the way life goes. Jordan likes to turn thing to his advantage, there's no law against that. Jordan believes that he who hesitates is lost, but that's not manipulation, that's paying attention.

Jordan is very good about paying attention to his surroundings and other people, and that is what has made him his millions –- his attention to detail.

From the moment Shawn Farrell showed up at his offices, Jordan has done nothing but pay very close attention to Shawn's details: how Shawn speaks, which hand he writes with, what sort of food he prefers, how his cheeks flush when he's startled or excited.

Jordan is very good at interpreting what Shawn doesn't say.

Jordan has seen the way Shawn interacts with the people on his staff and the way he laughs at their jokes, even when they're bad. Jordan has watched Shawn shy away from flirting with the pretty young girls to play chess with the pretty young boys, and Jordan has taken notes.

Jordan has lots of notes on Shawn. All of them are scribbled in long-hand and seared into Jordan's mind, and Jordan has developed a theory about how Shawn operates. He thinks he knows what Shawn wants, and every time Jordan catches Shawn staring at him for a second too long his theory gets a little bit more back-up.

Eventually Jordan has to put his theory to the test, because nothing ventured, nothing gained -- and Jordan bets that Celia from Marketing is just the girl to put his plan into play.

Jordan has this thing about sex -– he likes it, he thinks it's great, but he likes it even more when there are stakes. So, when Celia is sucking him off, Jordan's enjoying himself, but he's also thinking about his Thursday tennis game and how he scheduled a meeting with Shawn for right about now, and then Shawn walks in --

Jordan has notes about Shawn's tendency not to knock.

And this could be awkward, Jordan knows that, but he picked Celia because she's a smart girl who wants to keep her job, and he doesn't even bother to zip himself up all the way as Shawn stares in horror and confusion. Celia's a fast girl, but there's a reason that Jordan wanted this particular blowjob in the middle of his office, and when the door closes behind Celia, Jordan doesn't even notice.

It's hard to notice anything with the warring looks of confusion and horror and lust running rampant all over Shawn's face. Jordan can't remember what it was like to be that young, but he knows he'll remember this exact moment for the rest of his life, because he hits his head hard when Shawn tackles him onto the carpeting and Shawn is a lot more solid than Jordan ever thought.

Shawn doesn't kiss as much as he attacks, and Jordan just lets Shawn have his way as much as he wants. Shawn can heal his wounds when they're done and Jordan can refine Shawn's technique later on.

They'll have plenty of time to get it right somewhere down the line, because Jordan has seen the future of his empire and that future is named Shawn, what Jordan has to do now is make Shawn see what Jordan does.

-end-

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