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bexless and tstar78 are feeling poorly so this is for them. Feel better soon.
Plus, apparently it’slinabean’s birthday, and Caroline is single-handedly responsible for, well, a hell of a lot of things. Go read ‘Schmoop’ and you’ll see what I mean.
Smallville
Eyes Wide Shut
“Why do people close their eyes when they kiss?” was the greeting when Lex came home from work, and he paused abruptly. His briefcase missed shattering the vase in the foyer by a distance the eye couldn’t ascertain, and he grimaced.
Most people at least got a ‘hello’ before the inquisition started, but with his luck that was entirely too much to ask for. Shaking his head, he discarded his overcoat and briefcase on the hall table. Picking up the day’s mail, he wandered into the living room, wondering why, with all his money, he still couldn’t avoid junk mail.
For his part, Clark was sprawled across the sofa in the living room, textbooks books opened and spread on the coffee table as though he had actually been doing something resembling work. Lex knew better. He wagered that if he wandered over to the television and felt the screen there would still be static. At twenty, Clark still had to be told not to watch cartoons while doing his assignments, and on occasion Lex felt as though he were beating his head against the wall.
Clark was independent and intelligent, but on occasion he was as dim as a 20-watt bulb. He could still be counted on to act half his age, and even though he didn’t actually live with Lex, most days it felt like it. Lex tended to look after him as though he did at any rate.
“Is this a philosophical question, or the punch-line to one of your juvenile jokes?” Lex inquired, arching an eyebrow at the idea that he could have just won ten million dollars from Publishers Clearing House. The money would be a nice down payment on a new something or other. He wasn’t sure what.
He perched on the end of the sofa, mere inches from where Clark’s bare feet were poking out the end of his jeans.
“I’m being serious, Lex.” Clark wriggled his toes, and Lex glanced back at Clark. He had no idea he had been staring at Clark’s toes, apparently Clark had no idea either as he kept glancing at the television as though it were still on. Busted.
“Because they do?” Lex offered, albeit rather lamely. He tossed the mail onto the coffee table, watching passively as the envelopes scattered and a piece fell onto the carpeting.
As much as Lex cared about Clark there were some occasions that humoring him took their toll. Like today. Like right now. He was tired and wanted to watch the news. He did not want to have a conversation about whatever Clark was talking about. Even it had something to do with kissing.
Kissing.
“’Because they do.’ How many times have you told me that ‘because’ is not a proper answer to a question?” Clark parroted back, ignoring the dirty look that Lex shot him. “Plus, you just answered a question with a question. You know, for someone renown for their oral skills, that explanation just doesn’t work.”
Lex’s eyes narrowed automatically, and he took a good look at Clark, who seemed to be quite pleased about something that Lex wasn’t currently in on. It vexed him. Reaching out, he pushed Clark’s feet off his sofa and slid down the arm until he was firmly wedged in the corner.
He refused to think about the wrinkles he was bound to be putting in his trousers.
“Can we please leave my oral skills out of this, Clark?” Lex began shifting around at the same time that Clark began rearranging his limbs in what looked like some complicated form of yoga. Lex never considered himself short, but Clark had these limbs that seemed to go on forever. Watching him move was like observing an overgrown foal learning how to stand on its own.
“I wasn’t questioning your oral proficiency, Lex, just your explanation, which you have to admit kinda sucked.” Clark stopped moving after what Lex deemed at least 90 seconds of rearranging, and fixed Lex with a huge smile. It made Lex’s teeth hurt.
Oral. Sucked. That was low.
“Have you been talking with one of my more disgruntled exes, Clark, because I have to tell you that I’ve seen smaller anvils on Looney Tunes?”
Lex had actually thrown bigger anvils at Clark’s head, although technically those were hints, not anvils, but they might as well have been small warheads for the thickness of Clark’s skull. Of course, there were things that tended to make up for that, like Clark’s friendliness, and his ass in blue jeans. Not that Lex was biased, just bisexual with 20-20 vision. Actually better than 20-20, which was probably why his eyes kept being drawn from Clark’s face down to his mouth... and the stubble around his jaw... and the open neck of his button-down shirt that showed just that nice hint of collarbone when Clark moved right. Or when he moved period.
Sometimes super-vision was an extremely bad thing.
“No, I honestly – Lex, I just don’t get it.” Ah yes, Lex knew that tone, the earnest one. It was his cue to actually pay attention and stop salivating for more than two minutes. Even though Clark had insulted his oral skills. Clark had never even met Lex’s oral skills, if he had, he would have shown them more respect.
“… and to me it just seems really strange, you know, and kind of dishonest. Why close your eyes, don’t you want to see what you’re doing? Is it a biological thing, do your eyes get heavy when you kiss and the weight brings them down? Is a societal influence, everyone does it, and that’s how it’s taught? Are people so adverse to kissing that they have to close their eyes to do it?”
Lex stared at Clark for several seconds.
Stupid college students always wanted to question the ways of the world.
“Clark, don’t you think this is a better question for you to ask a professor, or someone you’ve actually kissed?” This certainly seemed to be a rational course of action to Lex. Even for a question as strange and unmitigated as Clark’s, especially given the Statistics books currently loitering on Lex’s coffee table. “Why are you asking me?”
“Because you’re the MENSA member, and I expect you to know things like this. Plus, my Philosophy professor is a crow, and I don’t think she’s kissed anyone since the Jurassic era.” Lex’s eyes roved over Clark’s face looking for something else. There was something Clark wasn’t telling him, but for the life of Lex he couldn’t figure out what it was.
“What if I don’t have a satisfactory answer? What if I tell you that people kiss with their eyes closed because human eyes roll back into your head when you kiss and no one wants to see that? Besides, you’re the journalism major, isn’t it your job to find out the answers?” Lex took this moment to remove his cufflinks and drop them on the table next to Clark’s textbooks and a bright blue envelope from someplace called Valuesave.
“You’re the bazillionaire with the big brain and the big penthouse and all the fast cars.” Clark’s automatic retort made Lex grin. It was standard defense material of the weak kind, and Lex moved around again so that his back was against the arm of the sofa. Clark’s rationale made no sense.
“I’m missing how one makes me an expert on the other. Perhaps you’d like to share your non sequitur thinking with the rest of us who are not currently engaging their brains with Nietzsche and Faust and – who exactly are you reading that has you asking these questions, again?” Lex rolled up his sleeves and rested his left arm along the back of the sofa. For some reason his palm itched.
Clark moved to mirror Lex’s position on the other end of the sofa, but for some reason, he seemed a lot closer that he looked. “That’s not important, what’s important is the question itself.”
Lex groaned, audibly. There were truly some things he didn’t miss about college. Pretentious conversations were at the fore. Science was different though. In science there was one answer, not fifteen thousand answers each one doggedly being offered up by anybody with two brain cells to rub together. Not that that necessarily described Clark, but Lex had to admit that pretty much anybody who ever took a Philosophy class seemed to feel the need to offer up their dogmatic thinking as gospel.
“If that’s not important then why are you asking, instead of going out there and kissing everyone you can find, isn’t that real philosophy?” Lex cut himself off when he realized that he was one, talking science not philosophy, and two, promoting something directly contrary to his interests. “Besides, I didn’t know they offered Cliff Notes for Philosophy. Couldn’t you have taken something less thinking-oriented, like Basket Weaving?”
He pretended to be hurt when Clark socked him in the arm. Actually, he didn’t have to pretend that hard, and he shot Clark a look while rubbing his bicep to get his point across. Unfortunately, it appeared that Clark wasn’t buying it.
Giving up the ghost, Lex moved, possibly for the fiftieth time in ten minutes, and put his sock-clad feet up on the coffee table. “Some things just are, Clark, you can’t ask why and expect to get a logical answer of any kind. I would have thought that any philosophy professor worth their masters would have told you that on the first day.”
“Can you work with me here, Lex? I need to know.” The urgency of Clark’s tone didn’t match his question, though, and that left Lex rather intrigued, if not a bit tolerant. Instinctively, he began to loosen his tie.
“Well, then I guess you have a problem.”
“So help me.”
“What do you expect me to do about it?”
“Show me.”
Lex paused with his hand wrapped out his tie and his arm hanging in mid-air. It looked rather odd; he didn’t really care. “Show you what?” he began cautiously, quite sure they weren’t having the same conversation.
“I don’t mean ‘show me’ I mean help me understand.” Clark corrected himself almost immediately, and Lex’s hand dropped to his lap. This was new. Too new. But of course it would be just like Clark to finally get the point when Lex had all but given up.
“Are we having the same conversation, Clark? How exactly are you expecting me to do this ‘Show and Tell’, Mr. Kent?”
“Kiss me?” Clark said, and Lex blinked. He had something in his eye. He just had no idea what. It would be for the best if he got up, went to the bathroom, and locked himself in. All under the auspices of something in his eye of course.
“Don’t you have friends for this sort of experimentation? Chloe? Lana? Surely you’ve kissed someone before, and why would you want me to do this? I am male, you do remember this?” The first part of the question had been more of an excuse than Lex would ever admit, but Clark was throwing all sorts of strange things at Lex that made him want to consider sports metaphors.
“Lana is in Smallville, and Chloe’s in Gotham, and no, I don’t think you’ve changed sex anytime recently.” The smile was there, but it wasn’t quite as bright, as though Clark knew that Lex was trying to get out of this latest development. Perhaps, Lex should suddenly develop stomach pains or halitosis. Why didn’t he have garlic for lunch, and what had come over Clark? Why now? Why today?
Today wasn’t anything special; Clark didn’t even have any exams to the best of Lex’s knowledge, ergo the studying was just weird. Clark’s behavior couldn’t be explained by any sort of stress that Lex was privy too. There were no green rocks in the penthouse; Lex had exterminators to make sure of that.
“Clark, is there something you’d like to tell me? Did you visit Smallville recently? Did something happen today to make you question… why me?” Lex tacked on his real question last, attempting to hide it under a mound of diversion all the while hoping that Clark would catch it.
“Why not you? You’re my friend; you’re supposed to help me with this sort of stuff.”
Kissing Clark was not stuff. ‘Stuff’ was getting Clark drunk on his twenty-first birthday or hiding him from Chloe the time she thought he had been threatening her boyfriend. ‘Stuff’ was giving Clark a key to the penthouse and meaning it when he said ‘drop by any time.’
Kissing was not stuff.
“I don’t’ remember reading about this in the Friendship Manual.” Lex felt the sudden urge to move again. There was something about proximity to Clark that made him forgot all his training, and he fought hard not to get up and stick his hands in his pockets.
“It was in the small print,” Clark insisted, and out the corner of his eye Lex saw the movement before the realization hit his cerebral cortex.
“I really don’t think…” Lex lost that thought when Clark straddled his lap, jeans, bare feet and all.
Lex’s hands instinctively went to Clark’s hips, but Clark didn’t lower his weight, choosing instead to hold himself a few inches above Lex’s groin. As far as teasing went, it surpassed several levels of hell.
“Don’t think.” Clark’s hands were deceptively soft along Lex’s jaw, and Lex desperately wanted to blink or call ‘halt’ or do something until his brain caught up with the events taking place.
“I” was as far as Lex got before Clark descended upon him, eyes open and lips parted. Truth be told the entire experiment rated somewhat worse than awkward. Not the kiss itself, but the kissing with open eyes and Clark’s eyelashes brushing against Lex’s. Clark definitely had the mouth coordination down with regards to his tongue, and what his lips were supposed to do, but Lex felt like a specimen under the microscope. Clark’s eyes were huge from that close, and Lex very much wanted some sort of barrier to keep him from seeing dilated pupils and little flecks of gold. It was just too much.
When he pulled away from Clark there was no moment for Lex to open his eyes and gather his bearings. Everything was written on his face to be seen, and he thought that perhaps that was why closing ones eyes was all the rage. Too much evidence on display. It certainly had merit as a concept, except when he parted his lips to explain this theory to Clark, the words wound up getting muffled, yet again, by Clark’s mouth on his.
This time Lex closed his eyes, and it was a completely different experience. He could still see Clark’s face in his mind, but with his eyes shut, he relied on his hands to emphasize the picture, and he lifted his hands to exactly where Clark’s head would be. His fingers tangled in thick hair and his thumbs rubbed along sharp cheekbones.
Kissing Clark was an experience in itself, but kissing Clark with his eyes closed was a whole different entity to be explored. It was a shame Lex had to stop to breathe.
“So that’s why people close their eyes,” Clark’s voice reached Lex’s ears before Lex even opened his eyes.
“That was a bit, um.” Clark started and then stopped, choosing to reach up instead and cover Lex’s hands with his own.
“Yes, you could say that,” Lex offered, those much touted oral skills nowhere to be found.
“I meant the kissing,” Clark said.
“I meant the ambushing.” Lex’s lips felt a bit sore and Clark’s hair was even more mussed than normal. His mouth looked a bit puffy. Lex wondered rather idly if he looked half as discombobulated.
“Oh, well, that too.” Clark shifted, finally lowering his weight onto Lex’s lap.
“Do you have your answers now, though?” Lex wasn’t attempting to get rid of Clark, but his cock was becoming increasingly interested in the debate, and Clark sitting on his lap was not helping matters. If this was just some college experimentation, Lex didn’t want to be strung along.
Perhaps that was why when Clark responded, “Actually no, I think I need to study the issue a lot more, and perhaps write a thesis on it. I mean we only kissed twice, and that’s not nearly enough to come up with a proper philosophy. You wouldn’t mind helping me, would you?” Lex temporarily lost the power of speech.
Finally, he rummaged around in his mind and came up with, “If you think it’s necessary.”
“I think that’s very necessary,” Clark said, using his hips to urge Lex to lie back on the sofa. In his haste however, Clark’s foot kicked the coffee table, shifting the contents around and uncovering a book entitled, Philosophy for Dummies.
Shaking his head, Lex chuckled as Clark nipped at his earlobe, oblivious to being found out.
“I knew you weren’t taking Philosophy this semester,” Lex said triumphantly before doing his best to stifle a rather loud groan.
“Doesn’t matter, “ Clark insisted, kissing Lex on the forehead. “The answer is to the universe is 42 and all you need is love.”
“Thank you Mr. Lennon,” Lex laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."
-finis-
bexless and tstar78 are feeling poorly so this is for them. Feel better soon. Plus, apparently it’s
linabean’s birthday, and Caroline is single-handedly responsible for, well, a hell of a lot of things. Go read ‘Schmoop’ and you’ll see what I mean.Smallville
Eyes Wide Shut
“Why do people close their eyes when they kiss?” was the greeting when Lex came home from work, and he paused abruptly. His briefcase missed shattering the vase in the foyer by a distance the eye couldn’t ascertain, and he grimaced.
Most people at least got a ‘hello’ before the inquisition started, but with his luck that was entirely too much to ask for. Shaking his head, he discarded his overcoat and briefcase on the hall table. Picking up the day’s mail, he wandered into the living room, wondering why, with all his money, he still couldn’t avoid junk mail.
For his part, Clark was sprawled across the sofa in the living room, textbooks books opened and spread on the coffee table as though he had actually been doing something resembling work. Lex knew better. He wagered that if he wandered over to the television and felt the screen there would still be static. At twenty, Clark still had to be told not to watch cartoons while doing his assignments, and on occasion Lex felt as though he were beating his head against the wall.
Clark was independent and intelligent, but on occasion he was as dim as a 20-watt bulb. He could still be counted on to act half his age, and even though he didn’t actually live with Lex, most days it felt like it. Lex tended to look after him as though he did at any rate.
“Is this a philosophical question, or the punch-line to one of your juvenile jokes?” Lex inquired, arching an eyebrow at the idea that he could have just won ten million dollars from Publishers Clearing House. The money would be a nice down payment on a new something or other. He wasn’t sure what.
He perched on the end of the sofa, mere inches from where Clark’s bare feet were poking out the end of his jeans.
“I’m being serious, Lex.” Clark wriggled his toes, and Lex glanced back at Clark. He had no idea he had been staring at Clark’s toes, apparently Clark had no idea either as he kept glancing at the television as though it were still on. Busted.
“Because they do?” Lex offered, albeit rather lamely. He tossed the mail onto the coffee table, watching passively as the envelopes scattered and a piece fell onto the carpeting.
As much as Lex cared about Clark there were some occasions that humoring him took their toll. Like today. Like right now. He was tired and wanted to watch the news. He did not want to have a conversation about whatever Clark was talking about. Even it had something to do with kissing.
Kissing.
“’Because they do.’ How many times have you told me that ‘because’ is not a proper answer to a question?” Clark parroted back, ignoring the dirty look that Lex shot him. “Plus, you just answered a question with a question. You know, for someone renown for their oral skills, that explanation just doesn’t work.”
Lex’s eyes narrowed automatically, and he took a good look at Clark, who seemed to be quite pleased about something that Lex wasn’t currently in on. It vexed him. Reaching out, he pushed Clark’s feet off his sofa and slid down the arm until he was firmly wedged in the corner.
He refused to think about the wrinkles he was bound to be putting in his trousers.
“Can we please leave my oral skills out of this, Clark?” Lex began shifting around at the same time that Clark began rearranging his limbs in what looked like some complicated form of yoga. Lex never considered himself short, but Clark had these limbs that seemed to go on forever. Watching him move was like observing an overgrown foal learning how to stand on its own.
“I wasn’t questioning your oral proficiency, Lex, just your explanation, which you have to admit kinda sucked.” Clark stopped moving after what Lex deemed at least 90 seconds of rearranging, and fixed Lex with a huge smile. It made Lex’s teeth hurt.
Oral. Sucked. That was low.
“Have you been talking with one of my more disgruntled exes, Clark, because I have to tell you that I’ve seen smaller anvils on Looney Tunes?”
Lex had actually thrown bigger anvils at Clark’s head, although technically those were hints, not anvils, but they might as well have been small warheads for the thickness of Clark’s skull. Of course, there were things that tended to make up for that, like Clark’s friendliness, and his ass in blue jeans. Not that Lex was biased, just bisexual with 20-20 vision. Actually better than 20-20, which was probably why his eyes kept being drawn from Clark’s face down to his mouth... and the stubble around his jaw... and the open neck of his button-down shirt that showed just that nice hint of collarbone when Clark moved right. Or when he moved period.
Sometimes super-vision was an extremely bad thing.
“No, I honestly – Lex, I just don’t get it.” Ah yes, Lex knew that tone, the earnest one. It was his cue to actually pay attention and stop salivating for more than two minutes. Even though Clark had insulted his oral skills. Clark had never even met Lex’s oral skills, if he had, he would have shown them more respect.
“… and to me it just seems really strange, you know, and kind of dishonest. Why close your eyes, don’t you want to see what you’re doing? Is it a biological thing, do your eyes get heavy when you kiss and the weight brings them down? Is a societal influence, everyone does it, and that’s how it’s taught? Are people so adverse to kissing that they have to close their eyes to do it?”
Lex stared at Clark for several seconds.
Stupid college students always wanted to question the ways of the world.
“Clark, don’t you think this is a better question for you to ask a professor, or someone you’ve actually kissed?” This certainly seemed to be a rational course of action to Lex. Even for a question as strange and unmitigated as Clark’s, especially given the Statistics books currently loitering on Lex’s coffee table. “Why are you asking me?”
“Because you’re the MENSA member, and I expect you to know things like this. Plus, my Philosophy professor is a crow, and I don’t think she’s kissed anyone since the Jurassic era.” Lex’s eyes roved over Clark’s face looking for something else. There was something Clark wasn’t telling him, but for the life of Lex he couldn’t figure out what it was.
“What if I don’t have a satisfactory answer? What if I tell you that people kiss with their eyes closed because human eyes roll back into your head when you kiss and no one wants to see that? Besides, you’re the journalism major, isn’t it your job to find out the answers?” Lex took this moment to remove his cufflinks and drop them on the table next to Clark’s textbooks and a bright blue envelope from someplace called Valuesave.
“You’re the bazillionaire with the big brain and the big penthouse and all the fast cars.” Clark’s automatic retort made Lex grin. It was standard defense material of the weak kind, and Lex moved around again so that his back was against the arm of the sofa. Clark’s rationale made no sense.
“I’m missing how one makes me an expert on the other. Perhaps you’d like to share your non sequitur thinking with the rest of us who are not currently engaging their brains with Nietzsche and Faust and – who exactly are you reading that has you asking these questions, again?” Lex rolled up his sleeves and rested his left arm along the back of the sofa. For some reason his palm itched.
Clark moved to mirror Lex’s position on the other end of the sofa, but for some reason, he seemed a lot closer that he looked. “That’s not important, what’s important is the question itself.”
Lex groaned, audibly. There were truly some things he didn’t miss about college. Pretentious conversations were at the fore. Science was different though. In science there was one answer, not fifteen thousand answers each one doggedly being offered up by anybody with two brain cells to rub together. Not that that necessarily described Clark, but Lex had to admit that pretty much anybody who ever took a Philosophy class seemed to feel the need to offer up their dogmatic thinking as gospel.
“If that’s not important then why are you asking, instead of going out there and kissing everyone you can find, isn’t that real philosophy?” Lex cut himself off when he realized that he was one, talking science not philosophy, and two, promoting something directly contrary to his interests. “Besides, I didn’t know they offered Cliff Notes for Philosophy. Couldn’t you have taken something less thinking-oriented, like Basket Weaving?”
He pretended to be hurt when Clark socked him in the arm. Actually, he didn’t have to pretend that hard, and he shot Clark a look while rubbing his bicep to get his point across. Unfortunately, it appeared that Clark wasn’t buying it.
Giving up the ghost, Lex moved, possibly for the fiftieth time in ten minutes, and put his sock-clad feet up on the coffee table. “Some things just are, Clark, you can’t ask why and expect to get a logical answer of any kind. I would have thought that any philosophy professor worth their masters would have told you that on the first day.”
“Can you work with me here, Lex? I need to know.” The urgency of Clark’s tone didn’t match his question, though, and that left Lex rather intrigued, if not a bit tolerant. Instinctively, he began to loosen his tie.
“Well, then I guess you have a problem.”
“So help me.”
“What do you expect me to do about it?”
“Show me.”
Lex paused with his hand wrapped out his tie and his arm hanging in mid-air. It looked rather odd; he didn’t really care. “Show you what?” he began cautiously, quite sure they weren’t having the same conversation.
“I don’t mean ‘show me’ I mean help me understand.” Clark corrected himself almost immediately, and Lex’s hand dropped to his lap. This was new. Too new. But of course it would be just like Clark to finally get the point when Lex had all but given up.
“Are we having the same conversation, Clark? How exactly are you expecting me to do this ‘Show and Tell’, Mr. Kent?”
“Kiss me?” Clark said, and Lex blinked. He had something in his eye. He just had no idea what. It would be for the best if he got up, went to the bathroom, and locked himself in. All under the auspices of something in his eye of course.
“Don’t you have friends for this sort of experimentation? Chloe? Lana? Surely you’ve kissed someone before, and why would you want me to do this? I am male, you do remember this?” The first part of the question had been more of an excuse than Lex would ever admit, but Clark was throwing all sorts of strange things at Lex that made him want to consider sports metaphors.
“Lana is in Smallville, and Chloe’s in Gotham, and no, I don’t think you’ve changed sex anytime recently.” The smile was there, but it wasn’t quite as bright, as though Clark knew that Lex was trying to get out of this latest development. Perhaps, Lex should suddenly develop stomach pains or halitosis. Why didn’t he have garlic for lunch, and what had come over Clark? Why now? Why today?
Today wasn’t anything special; Clark didn’t even have any exams to the best of Lex’s knowledge, ergo the studying was just weird. Clark’s behavior couldn’t be explained by any sort of stress that Lex was privy too. There were no green rocks in the penthouse; Lex had exterminators to make sure of that.
“Clark, is there something you’d like to tell me? Did you visit Smallville recently? Did something happen today to make you question… why me?” Lex tacked on his real question last, attempting to hide it under a mound of diversion all the while hoping that Clark would catch it.
“Why not you? You’re my friend; you’re supposed to help me with this sort of stuff.”
Kissing Clark was not stuff. ‘Stuff’ was getting Clark drunk on his twenty-first birthday or hiding him from Chloe the time she thought he had been threatening her boyfriend. ‘Stuff’ was giving Clark a key to the penthouse and meaning it when he said ‘drop by any time.’
Kissing was not stuff.
“I don’t’ remember reading about this in the Friendship Manual.” Lex felt the sudden urge to move again. There was something about proximity to Clark that made him forgot all his training, and he fought hard not to get up and stick his hands in his pockets.
“It was in the small print,” Clark insisted, and out the corner of his eye Lex saw the movement before the realization hit his cerebral cortex.
“I really don’t think…” Lex lost that thought when Clark straddled his lap, jeans, bare feet and all.
Lex’s hands instinctively went to Clark’s hips, but Clark didn’t lower his weight, choosing instead to hold himself a few inches above Lex’s groin. As far as teasing went, it surpassed several levels of hell.
“Don’t think.” Clark’s hands were deceptively soft along Lex’s jaw, and Lex desperately wanted to blink or call ‘halt’ or do something until his brain caught up with the events taking place.
“I” was as far as Lex got before Clark descended upon him, eyes open and lips parted. Truth be told the entire experiment rated somewhat worse than awkward. Not the kiss itself, but the kissing with open eyes and Clark’s eyelashes brushing against Lex’s. Clark definitely had the mouth coordination down with regards to his tongue, and what his lips were supposed to do, but Lex felt like a specimen under the microscope. Clark’s eyes were huge from that close, and Lex very much wanted some sort of barrier to keep him from seeing dilated pupils and little flecks of gold. It was just too much.
When he pulled away from Clark there was no moment for Lex to open his eyes and gather his bearings. Everything was written on his face to be seen, and he thought that perhaps that was why closing ones eyes was all the rage. Too much evidence on display. It certainly had merit as a concept, except when he parted his lips to explain this theory to Clark, the words wound up getting muffled, yet again, by Clark’s mouth on his.
This time Lex closed his eyes, and it was a completely different experience. He could still see Clark’s face in his mind, but with his eyes shut, he relied on his hands to emphasize the picture, and he lifted his hands to exactly where Clark’s head would be. His fingers tangled in thick hair and his thumbs rubbed along sharp cheekbones.
Kissing Clark was an experience in itself, but kissing Clark with his eyes closed was a whole different entity to be explored. It was a shame Lex had to stop to breathe.
“So that’s why people close their eyes,” Clark’s voice reached Lex’s ears before Lex even opened his eyes.
“That was a bit, um.” Clark started and then stopped, choosing to reach up instead and cover Lex’s hands with his own.
“Yes, you could say that,” Lex offered, those much touted oral skills nowhere to be found.
“I meant the kissing,” Clark said.
“I meant the ambushing.” Lex’s lips felt a bit sore and Clark’s hair was even more mussed than normal. His mouth looked a bit puffy. Lex wondered rather idly if he looked half as discombobulated.
“Oh, well, that too.” Clark shifted, finally lowering his weight onto Lex’s lap.
“Do you have your answers now, though?” Lex wasn’t attempting to get rid of Clark, but his cock was becoming increasingly interested in the debate, and Clark sitting on his lap was not helping matters. If this was just some college experimentation, Lex didn’t want to be strung along.
Perhaps that was why when Clark responded, “Actually no, I think I need to study the issue a lot more, and perhaps write a thesis on it. I mean we only kissed twice, and that’s not nearly enough to come up with a proper philosophy. You wouldn’t mind helping me, would you?” Lex temporarily lost the power of speech.
Finally, he rummaged around in his mind and came up with, “If you think it’s necessary.”
“I think that’s very necessary,” Clark said, using his hips to urge Lex to lie back on the sofa. In his haste however, Clark’s foot kicked the coffee table, shifting the contents around and uncovering a book entitled, Philosophy for Dummies.
Shaking his head, Lex chuckled as Clark nipped at his earlobe, oblivious to being found out.
“I knew you weren’t taking Philosophy this semester,” Lex said triumphantly before doing his best to stifle a rather loud groan.
“Doesn’t matter, “ Clark insisted, kissing Lex on the forehead. “The answer is to the universe is 42 and all you need is love.”
“Thank you Mr. Lennon,” Lex laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."
-finis-
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Date: 2003-03-04 09:49 am (UTC)BWAH! Me and Lex, we'se just alike! *giggling*
Lovely as always. :D
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Date: 2003-03-04 01:38 pm (UTC)BWAH! Me and Lex, we'se just alike! *giggling*
Lovely as always. :D
Well, you know the collective thoughts on Clark being smart enough to become Future!Overlord, so, hey. I'm glad you liked this *vbg*
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Date: 2003-03-04 10:10 am (UTC)Even though Clark had insulted his oral skills. Clark had never even met Lex’s oral skills, if he had, he would have shown them more respect.
Heee. *mental note* Never eat and read again. Choking is not a good thing. Now that I got that out of the way... Can I meet Lex's oral skills? *g*
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Date: 2003-03-04 01:39 pm (UTC)You and everybody else wants to meet Lex's oral skills. As soon as *I* get quality time with them, I'll come back and make introductions. From behind a very thick barrier. *veg*
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Date: 2003-03-04 10:17 am (UTC)Woo-hoo! My favorite word! Seriously cute fic, junk mail and all.^^
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Date: 2003-03-04 01:41 pm (UTC)Woo-hoo! My favorite word! Seriously cute fic, junk mail and all.^^
You too? I love that word. It just feel good to say it. Plus, much easier to spell than supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
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Date: 2003-03-04 10:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-04 01:44 pm (UTC)I'm glad you both enjoyed it. I felt so bad that you were feeling poorly, and I would have written porn, only you know, that's like seriously taxing for me and then *I* probably would have fallen ill as well and then no stories for anybody!
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Date: 2003-03-04 10:44 am (UTC)Er, yes. You get the picture.
Eeee! *dances* This is so gorgeous!
I love all of it so much - I thought this might amuse you. It's the IM convo between caro and I when we discovered this.
Ozbex: DUDE!
TStar78: hey
Ozbex: Did you see what Zahra did for us?
TStar78: yes!
TStar78: i just read it
Ozbex: oh my GOD!!
TStar78: i know
Ozbex: I am so squeeing
TStar78: *twirls*
TStar78: mee too
Ozbex: *spins*
Ozbex: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
TStar78: *grabs you and dances*
Ozbex: whee!
Ozbex: I can't even compose myself enough to write a coherent comment
TStar78: i know
Ozbex: Valuesave!
TStar78: i know
TStar78: oral skills!
Ozbex: I don't know why the idea of lex getting junk mail appeals to me so
Ozbex: yes!
TStar78: i know
Ozbex: Discombobulated!
TStar78: you might just have won ten million dollars
Ozbex: I LOVE that word
Ozbex: yes
Ozbex: *hee*
TStar78: it's a hot word
TStar78: lex needs to say that word
Ozbex: mmmm. i can hear Lex saying it
TStar78: lex needs to say big words through sex
Ozbex: lol bzzzzzzzz
TStar78: *grins widely*
Ozbex: eee! I need to write a comment but i have this urge to cut and paste the WHOLE STORY as my favourite part
TStar78: i know
Dude, suddenly I feel better. Absolutely amazing. Doctors everywhere should prescribe your fic to sufferers of ailments the globe over.
*smooches* Thank you so much. I remain your devoted minion.
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Date: 2003-03-04 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-04 01:47 pm (UTC)Yay! I'm so glad you feel better, and I love how excited everyone is over 'Valuesave' and 'discombobulated.' Plus, you know, oral skills. Correction: Skillz. Gotta have that zed in there. ::hugs::
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Date: 2003-03-04 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-04 01:47 pm (UTC)Thank you, I'm so glad that you liked it.
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Date: 2003-03-04 11:23 am (UTC)Clark had never even met Lex’s oral skills, if he had, he would have shown them more respect.
This one is absolutely priceless. *giggling*
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Date: 2003-03-04 01:49 pm (UTC)This one is absolutely priceless. *giggling*
Yes, I see there are lots of people interested in Lex's oral skills. I'll have to keep that in mind. I'm glad you liked this, thanks!
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Date: 2003-03-04 11:58 am (UTC)This was cute and hilarious, zahra. I liked it muchly.
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Date: 2003-03-04 01:50 pm (UTC)This was cute and hilarious, zahra. I liked it muchly.
I'm ever so glad. Okay, how Victorian did *that* sound? Yeesh.
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Date: 2003-03-04 01:53 pm (UTC)"I knew you weren't taking Philosophy this semester," Lex said triumphantly before doing his best to stifle a rather loud groan.
"Doesn't matter, " Clark insisted, kissing Lex on the forehead. "The answer is to the universe is 42 and all you need is love."
"Thank you Mr. Lennon," Lex laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."
LOL. Great story!
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Date: 2003-03-04 02:43 pm (UTC)Yes, most definitely sexier than sugar, although Clark covered in chocolate. Well. That could definitely entice even the surliest person. I'm so glad that you liked this. Thank you *g*
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Date: 2003-03-04 03:03 pm (UTC)"The answer is to the universe is 42"
It really is!! i love that book! I'm reading them all (all 6) right now! Even more yay!
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Date: 2003-03-04 04:10 pm (UTC)It really is!! i love that book! I'm reading them all (all 6) right now! Even more yay!
They're quite cute, the HHGG series, and I'm glad you liked this. Thank you.
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Date: 2003-03-04 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-04 04:14 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed this, thanks :)
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Date: 2003-03-04 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-04 04:16 pm (UTC)It's a broken record around these parts, but I just want Lex to be happy, and if Aggressive!Clark is what he needs, then damnit, that's who he's going to get *vbg*
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Date: 2003-03-04 04:35 pm (UTC)Also loved the contrast between the two kisses. Great story.
Plus I've just realised that I have a thing for guys sitting in laps, hmm, my new kink....
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Date: 2003-03-05 09:39 am (UTC)Also loved the contrast between the two kisses. Great story.
Plus I've just realised that I have a thing for guys sitting in laps, hmm, my new kink....
Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed this. As for the lap
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Date: 2003-03-04 07:24 pm (UTC)Oh, you rock. And kissing was not stuff. Funny and sexy doofus!Clark, my favorite kind! Thank you!
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Date: 2003-03-05 09:55 am (UTC)Oh, you rock. And kissing was not stuff. Funny and sexy doofus!Clark, my favorite kind! Thank you!
Thank me? Thank you! Wait, didn't we already do this today? Okay, I'll put this on tomorrow's slate.
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Date: 2003-03-05 01:47 pm (UTC)Talking about kink, I saw MR as Adina and um...
Never mind *bg*. Story was high carb fab.
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Date: 2003-03-10 10:24 am (UTC)