I love fireworks
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Smallville
Sparks
“So, you really did all this for me?” Clark unconsciously moved closer to Lex as Lex leaned over the edge of the balcony, observing the view below. He waited until Lex turned back around, blinking only once at Clark’s proximity and the dopey expression on his face.
Clark couldn’t help grinning triumphantly as he motioned to the enormous spread on the balcony: the lawn chairs on top of the wicker mat, the cooler full of American beer that Lex had dubbed ’piss in a can,’ and the fireworks that rang out overhead with sonic whizzes and bangs. The sound clear enough to be mistaken for special effects courtesy of the sub-woofers built into the penthouse walls.
“I know how hard you are to impress.” Lex reached out and removed the can of beer from Clark’s hand, placing it the thick wall that protected the balcony from prying eyes that might suddenly appear on the one hundred and twelfth floor of the building.
“It’s never been about the money, Lex.”
“You’ve told me that 4,318 times, but this is only the second time today.” Lex’s tone was mocking, but there was no mistaking the gleam in his eyes that was only exacerbated by the magnificent display taking place two miles out in the harbor. There was something to be said for living in the tallest building in town, or in greater part of the US for that matter. On a clear day, Clark would swear that he could see straight to Smallville, without super-vision.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to sound like a broken record,” Clark said solemnly, his lips twitching with mirth.
“The poster boy for Truth, Justice and All That Other Stuff sounding like a broken record? Perish the thought.” Clark laughed as Lex pulled him into his arms, but quieted down when Lex’s began stroking the small of his back.
They were silent for several seconds as the fireworks exploded overhead. Eventually Clark spoke again, his hands smoothing invisible creases in the shoulders of Lex’s shirt. “Seriously though, Lex, how much money did the city spend on fireworks this year?”
He held on tightly as Lex attempted to step away and glare at him, hence, the furthest away Lex got was six inches, and his glare fell a bit short as it wound up aimed at Clark’s nose. “That’s for me to know and you not to worry about, Mr. Daily Planet Snoop.” Clark just laughed again, and relaxed his hold on Lex long enough for him to turn around and realign them front to back so they could both watch the light show.
The tension that should have been palpable wound up dissipating almost immediately amidst a flurry of blue and pink sparks, and Clark inhaled sharply, wrapping his arms around Lex‘s waist. Fireworks didn’t make him hard. Lex grinding back against him while watching fireworks, however, was an entirely different story. “Wow,” he said after several minutes, “and I don’t even like pink.”
“They’re called Saturns.”
Lex‘s tone was somewhere between smug and satisfied, and Clark couldn’t be sure if it was due to his obvious erection, or Lex’s encyclopedic brain which obviously included more random facts than even Clark has previously suspected. “You know the names of fireworks?”
“You should always know what you’re investing in, Clark.” Lex shifted his hips unsubtly until Clark’s hands moved to keep him still. “The one that looks like falling rain is called a Chrysanthemum, and that one next to it is called Silver Dahlia.”
“Are they all named after flowers?”
“I have no idea.” Clark felt rather than saw Lex shrug, and he waited for several seconds expecting the typical Lexian explanation for God, fireworks and J. Lo Affleck-Damon-Combs, who Clark thought, had aged rather well.
He was kind of surprised when said exposition never came. “What about the one that looks like popcorn?” Clark inquired after several more minutes of silence.
“Popcorn,” Lex parroted back.
“Yes, popcorn.”
“Popcorn.”
“Lex.”
Clark looked down at the same time that Lex looked back, and then the penny dropped. Clark laughed while Lex grinned, but he never completely released his hold on Lex. “I never said the names were hard to learn,” Lex interjected, arching back enticingly after Clark had caught his breath. “Hence the ones that look like palm trees are called Golden Palms.”
There was a great torrent of purple sparks, and Clark bit his lip as Lex arched back again. His cock was much more interested in Lex than in the fireworks. “You did that on purpose,” he said, not quite sure what he was accusing Lex of, apart from being very observant.
“Can I help it if I like purple?”
There was a part of Clark that wasn’t sure if Lex could help anything he did. That everything about Lex was so engrained at this point that telling him to stop being hot or devious or smart would be like telling him to stop breathing. That part also felt that having sex on the balcony, right now, would be an excellent idea, leading to the movement of Clark's hands to Lex’s belt.
“What’s that one called, the Lex Special?” he inquired as his fingers worked to unfasten a belt that wasn’t actually there.
“No, smart ass, it’s called Purple Peony. Although I’m sure the makers could be persuaded --”
“Lex.”
Clark’s brain finally caught up with the activities on the balcony, but clattered to a halt when Lex’s hand came down over his. “Wait.”
“Now there’s the first time I’ve heard that.”
Clark paused, not sure if this was Lex playing hard to get or Lex really wanting to stop.
“Seriously, I don’t want you to miss the finale,” Lex said with resolute conviction. His tone led Clark to believe that it was the latter rather than the former until Lex pulled away, only to turn around and present him with that ‘come hither, but wait five minutes so I can take care of something’ look.
Not trusting himself not to pout or say something surly, Clark nodded mutely as Lex re-arranged himself in Clark’s arms just in time for the shower of sparks that began to break overhead. For ten minutes the sky was awash with every color in the rainbow, and just when Clark was sure it was over there came another shower of very different fireworks.
“Wow… That’s…with the red and blue and pink and purple, Lex. That’s really obvious you know,” he finally said, when the display was over.
“It’s called Americana, blame the manufacturers.” Lex turned around and began busying himself with the business of removing Clark’s machine-washed gray Met U shirt.
“I see, and what about all the ’S’s?” Clark lifted his arms over his head, bringing them forward a bit when he felt Lex reaching to get the fabric over the tips of his fingers. Once the shirt had been removed, Clark’s fingers reached out immediately for the waist of Lex’s pants, and he began unbuttoning Lex’s shirt from the bottom up.
“Oh, well, that was my fault,” Lex admitted as Clark pushed the fabric from his shoulders. “I had a special request.”
“I wonder why that is.” Clark did nothing to hide the smirk on his face as he hooked his fingers into Lex’s pants and pulled him forward.
“Because I’m the mayor?”
“And it would have nothing to do with anything else?”
“Of course not,” Lex recited as his hands slid up Clark’s arms. “Happy Fourth of July, Clark,” Lex said as he tilted Clark’s head with slight pressure from the tips of his fingers. Lex licked along Clark’s collarbone with sure strokes as Clark’s hands found their way to his ass.
The fact that Lex was still wearing trousers presented a problem, but Clark felt sure he could rectify the matter. He had to live up to his name some how.
“Happy Anniversary, Lex,” he murmured, nuzzling neck.
“That too.”
-finis-
b) Baby Kent. Her name is Hannah. So have I decreed, so it shall be damnit. *vbg*
c) Why aren’t more people showing Lucas the love? To record I can only think of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Smallville
Sparks
“So, you really did all this for me?” Clark unconsciously moved closer to Lex as Lex leaned over the edge of the balcony, observing the view below. He waited until Lex turned back around, blinking only once at Clark’s proximity and the dopey expression on his face.
Clark couldn’t help grinning triumphantly as he motioned to the enormous spread on the balcony: the lawn chairs on top of the wicker mat, the cooler full of American beer that Lex had dubbed ’piss in a can,’ and the fireworks that rang out overhead with sonic whizzes and bangs. The sound clear enough to be mistaken for special effects courtesy of the sub-woofers built into the penthouse walls.
“I know how hard you are to impress.” Lex reached out and removed the can of beer from Clark’s hand, placing it the thick wall that protected the balcony from prying eyes that might suddenly appear on the one hundred and twelfth floor of the building.
“It’s never been about the money, Lex.”
“You’ve told me that 4,318 times, but this is only the second time today.” Lex’s tone was mocking, but there was no mistaking the gleam in his eyes that was only exacerbated by the magnificent display taking place two miles out in the harbor. There was something to be said for living in the tallest building in town, or in greater part of the US for that matter. On a clear day, Clark would swear that he could see straight to Smallville, without super-vision.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to sound like a broken record,” Clark said solemnly, his lips twitching with mirth.
“The poster boy for Truth, Justice and All That Other Stuff sounding like a broken record? Perish the thought.” Clark laughed as Lex pulled him into his arms, but quieted down when Lex’s began stroking the small of his back.
They were silent for several seconds as the fireworks exploded overhead. Eventually Clark spoke again, his hands smoothing invisible creases in the shoulders of Lex’s shirt. “Seriously though, Lex, how much money did the city spend on fireworks this year?”
He held on tightly as Lex attempted to step away and glare at him, hence, the furthest away Lex got was six inches, and his glare fell a bit short as it wound up aimed at Clark’s nose. “That’s for me to know and you not to worry about, Mr. Daily Planet Snoop.” Clark just laughed again, and relaxed his hold on Lex long enough for him to turn around and realign them front to back so they could both watch the light show.
The tension that should have been palpable wound up dissipating almost immediately amidst a flurry of blue and pink sparks, and Clark inhaled sharply, wrapping his arms around Lex‘s waist. Fireworks didn’t make him hard. Lex grinding back against him while watching fireworks, however, was an entirely different story. “Wow,” he said after several minutes, “and I don’t even like pink.”
“They’re called Saturns.”
Lex‘s tone was somewhere between smug and satisfied, and Clark couldn’t be sure if it was due to his obvious erection, or Lex’s encyclopedic brain which obviously included more random facts than even Clark has previously suspected. “You know the names of fireworks?”
“You should always know what you’re investing in, Clark.” Lex shifted his hips unsubtly until Clark’s hands moved to keep him still. “The one that looks like falling rain is called a Chrysanthemum, and that one next to it is called Silver Dahlia.”
“Are they all named after flowers?”
“I have no idea.” Clark felt rather than saw Lex shrug, and he waited for several seconds expecting the typical Lexian explanation for God, fireworks and J. Lo Affleck-Damon-Combs, who Clark thought, had aged rather well.
He was kind of surprised when said exposition never came. “What about the one that looks like popcorn?” Clark inquired after several more minutes of silence.
“Popcorn,” Lex parroted back.
“Yes, popcorn.”
“Popcorn.”
“Lex.”
Clark looked down at the same time that Lex looked back, and then the penny dropped. Clark laughed while Lex grinned, but he never completely released his hold on Lex. “I never said the names were hard to learn,” Lex interjected, arching back enticingly after Clark had caught his breath. “Hence the ones that look like palm trees are called Golden Palms.”
There was a great torrent of purple sparks, and Clark bit his lip as Lex arched back again. His cock was much more interested in Lex than in the fireworks. “You did that on purpose,” he said, not quite sure what he was accusing Lex of, apart from being very observant.
“Can I help it if I like purple?”
There was a part of Clark that wasn’t sure if Lex could help anything he did. That everything about Lex was so engrained at this point that telling him to stop being hot or devious or smart would be like telling him to stop breathing. That part also felt that having sex on the balcony, right now, would be an excellent idea, leading to the movement of Clark's hands to Lex’s belt.
“What’s that one called, the Lex Special?” he inquired as his fingers worked to unfasten a belt that wasn’t actually there.
“No, smart ass, it’s called Purple Peony. Although I’m sure the makers could be persuaded --”
“Lex.”
Clark’s brain finally caught up with the activities on the balcony, but clattered to a halt when Lex’s hand came down over his. “Wait.”
“Now there’s the first time I’ve heard that.”
Clark paused, not sure if this was Lex playing hard to get or Lex really wanting to stop.
“Seriously, I don’t want you to miss the finale,” Lex said with resolute conviction. His tone led Clark to believe that it was the latter rather than the former until Lex pulled away, only to turn around and present him with that ‘come hither, but wait five minutes so I can take care of something’ look.
Not trusting himself not to pout or say something surly, Clark nodded mutely as Lex re-arranged himself in Clark’s arms just in time for the shower of sparks that began to break overhead. For ten minutes the sky was awash with every color in the rainbow, and just when Clark was sure it was over there came another shower of very different fireworks.
“Wow… That’s…with the red and blue and pink and purple, Lex. That’s really obvious you know,” he finally said, when the display was over.
“It’s called Americana, blame the manufacturers.” Lex turned around and began busying himself with the business of removing Clark’s machine-washed gray Met U shirt.
“I see, and what about all the ’S’s?” Clark lifted his arms over his head, bringing them forward a bit when he felt Lex reaching to get the fabric over the tips of his fingers. Once the shirt had been removed, Clark’s fingers reached out immediately for the waist of Lex’s pants, and he began unbuttoning Lex’s shirt from the bottom up.
“Oh, well, that was my fault,” Lex admitted as Clark pushed the fabric from his shoulders. “I had a special request.”
“I wonder why that is.” Clark did nothing to hide the smirk on his face as he hooked his fingers into Lex’s pants and pulled him forward.
“Because I’m the mayor?”
“And it would have nothing to do with anything else?”
“Of course not,” Lex recited as his hands slid up Clark’s arms. “Happy Fourth of July, Clark,” Lex said as he tilted Clark’s head with slight pressure from the tips of his fingers. Lex licked along Clark’s collarbone with sure strokes as Clark’s hands found their way to his ass.
The fact that Lex was still wearing trousers presented a problem, but Clark felt sure he could rectify the matter. He had to live up to his name some how.
“Happy Anniversary, Lex,” he murmured, nuzzling neck.
“That too.”
-finis-
b) Baby Kent. Her name is Hannah. So have I decreed, so it shall be damnit. *vbg*
c) Why aren’t more people showing Lucas the love? To record I can only think of
serrico, seperis, ubertodd, xnitelite, bexless and myself. He’s a Luthor. Show the boy some love, people!
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Date: 2003-03-09 01:24 pm (UTC)I flove you. You know this, right?
So cute and happy and *sigh*.
Yay.
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Date: 2003-03-10 09:23 am (UTC)I flove you. You know this, right?
So cute and happy and *sigh*.
Yay.
Your icon is cracking me up. Ian is not hotter than Tom. But he's probably smarter ;)
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Date: 2003-03-09 01:35 pm (UTC)How adorable. *g*
"The poster boy for Truth, Justice and All That Other Stuff sounding like a broken record? Perish the thought.”
*snort* Snarky.
“Oh, well, that was my fault,” Lex admitted as Clark pushed the fabric from his shoulders. “I had a special request.”
Heh.
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Date: 2003-03-10 09:24 am (UTC)"The poster boy for Truth, Justice and All That Other Stuff sounding like a broken record? Perish the thought.”
*snort* Snarky.
I find this motto repeating a lot recently. ::points to icon:: We all know the original Supes context, but I was talking with a friend mid-last year and she made some comment about me be about Truth, Justice, and another piece of ass, and it's all pretty much degenerated from there. Not that I wasn't already a degenerate, but you know how it goes *g*
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Date: 2003-03-09 01:45 pm (UTC)Pru's Kinks: "Thank you, Zahra!"
*kisses*
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Date: 2003-03-10 09:25 am (UTC)Pru's Kinks: "Thank you, Zahra!"
*kisses*
Thank you, sweetie, I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2003-03-09 01:49 pm (UTC)I'm sorry, honey... I know I'm supposed to be your bitch and all (and believe me, the fic is going a long way towards proving that), but she's not Hannah in my world. I *like* my baby!Kent name, dammit! *g*
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Date: 2003-03-09 05:13 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-03-09 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-10 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-10 10:50 am (UTC)I know I'm pathetic, but I try to make up for it with all the smut.
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Date: 2003-03-10 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-10 12:07 pm (UTC)No, Plas is a member of the JLA, sometimes, when he's not being blown into bits and scattered along the ocean floor of 15,000 years or scamming or things like that. I heart Plastic Man (http://www.geocities.com/TheTropics/1185/jfiles/plasticman.html), he is my favorite sometime-JLA member. He talks trash, name-drops pop culture with a quickness and is obviously in a slashy relationship with Batman. See issue 64 of the current run, The Dark Nut Returns.
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Date: 2003-03-09 01:56 pm (UTC)What a wonderful story, thanks for sharing:)
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Date: 2003-03-10 09:30 am (UTC)What a wonderful story, thanks for sharing:)</i. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for commenting.
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Date: 2003-03-09 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-10 09:31 am (UTC)I had originally wanted to write this for the RWR challenge, but I'm still trying to find the proper angle for that. I could be waiting a long time. Typical.
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Date: 2003-03-09 05:14 pm (UTC)I am calling Baby Kent "Miscarriage Plot Device." And hoping I'm wrong, but not getting at all attached until I am.
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Date: 2003-03-10 09:34 am (UTC)::whaps
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Date: 2003-03-10 09:46 am (UTC)I have never written anything with Billeh as other than a supporting character -- pitch me a scenario!
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Date: 2003-03-10 09:51 am (UTC)I have never written anything with Billeh as other than a supporting character -- pitch me a scenario!
Oh yee of little faith. This must be why I watch minimal telly. *vbg* A pitch. A story. How about... no, that's mine, um. I like mundane. I like domestic. No great sweeping gestures, give me something small. Little habits that Billy has that Dom adores, or that drive him nuts. Or vice versa.
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Date: 2003-03-09 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-10 09:45 am (UTC)::looks a bit sheepish::
You liked it? Yay! I feel like I should be more coherant than this, but you liked it, that's enough for me.
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Date: 2003-03-09 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-10 09:46 am (UTC)Well, when you put it like that... Pretty boys with pretty sparklies, plus nakedness. They should make an episode out of this don't you think? Oh, that's right, they already did. *vbg*
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Date: 2003-03-10 10:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-10 12:13 pm (UTC)Yes! Another Hannah supporter! ::adds to tally:: Thank you *g*
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Date: 2003-03-10 05:36 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-03-10 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-10 05:50 pm (UTC)i happen to like matthew. simple, classic. matthew kent.
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Date: 2003-03-11 11:19 am (UTC)A...from prying eyes that might suddenly appear on the one hundred and twelfth floor of the building.
hee. a great lex characterization touch.
(um. i, too, wrote some lucas slash.)
http://smallville.slashdom.com/cgi-bin/search.cgi?ShortResults=0&Title=&Title_Range=0&Author=myownspecialself&Author_Range=0&Summary=&Date=2&SortBy=0&SortOrder=0&NumToList=0&FastSearch=0
He’s a Luthor. Show the boy some love, people!
amen to that. double amen.
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Date: 2003-03-17 12:38 pm (UTC)Wonderful story, Zahra *g*
b) Baby Kent. Her name is Hannah. So have I decreed, so it shall be damnit. *vbg*
I'm on board with you there :)