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hackthis_archive) wrote2003-04-10 01:38 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2003-04-10 01:38 pm
I’m jaded; I hate it.
The potatoes were cold at breakfast, I suspect the cheese was cooked in its wrapper, and there’s no milk for my tea. It’s touch and go whether or I’m going to stab myself in the eye or stab somebody else in the hand with a fork. Really, very touch-and-go.
Thanks to everyone who’s taken the time to comment to my HP/SV/LOTRips over the last few days. I appreciate it greatly and will respond as soon as I’m not plotting heinous crimes.
By way of thanks:
Smallville
Failsafe
There’s a catch in Lex’s zipper, but everyone has bad days.
Lex is not everyone.
Other people have bad days. Lex has corporate raids and internalized meltdowns, which require new flat screens. Lex has girlfriends who leave because he keeps calling the wrong name in the bedroom, and a father who thinks nothing of trying to seduce his best friend’s very married mother.
Lex has a brother...
Now is not the time for Lex to be thinking of his brother.
Now is the time for Lex to ease his pants down over his aching cock and jerk off in peace.
He’s still young. He still has needs just like everyone else. He just tries to keep them a bit more private, now that he'd prefer his face on the front page of The Planet to the front page of The Inquisitor.
True, there’s no place like bed for masturbating, but it’s barely one o’clock in the afternoon. Lex is not waiting until he goes to bed for Rosie Palm and her five friends to get him off. Lex has never been about waiting, otherwise he wouldn’t keep a black tube in the blue vase behind his desk; and he uses just enough lube to keep his movements consistent, but not so much that there’s no friction.
There’s a fine line, and Lex has spent a lot of time and money looking for it.
His movements are quick and practiced. One hand slicking over the head and another hand cupping his balls with a finger just brushing over his hole. He leans back in his seat, spreading his legs as much as the confines of his clothing will allow.
This is not a fantasy-laden occasion. This is not an involved, drawn-out process involving Clark look-alikes and role-playing.
It’s just a means to an end that will require tissues.
The best thing about masturbation is that it’s a failsafe.
No friendships are broken, no lies are required, and Lex always knows he’ll get off if he pushes in just that centimeter further. Which he does.
Lex isn’t a screamer, despite whatever has been said. He just tends to be a bit vocal. However, whatever he was saying, or yelling, is cut off when he bites his tongue at the sudden intrusion in his office.
It really is a bad day.
He thought tomorrow was Clark’s half-day.
Thanks to everyone who’s taken the time to comment to my HP/SV/LOTRips over the last few days. I appreciate it greatly and will respond as soon as I’m not plotting heinous crimes.
By way of thanks:
Smallville
Failsafe
There’s a catch in Lex’s zipper, but everyone has bad days.
Lex is not everyone.
Other people have bad days. Lex has corporate raids and internalized meltdowns, which require new flat screens. Lex has girlfriends who leave because he keeps calling the wrong name in the bedroom, and a father who thinks nothing of trying to seduce his best friend’s very married mother.
Lex has a brother...
Now is not the time for Lex to be thinking of his brother.
Now is the time for Lex to ease his pants down over his aching cock and jerk off in peace.
He’s still young. He still has needs just like everyone else. He just tries to keep them a bit more private, now that he'd prefer his face on the front page of The Planet to the front page of The Inquisitor.
True, there’s no place like bed for masturbating, but it’s barely one o’clock in the afternoon. Lex is not waiting until he goes to bed for Rosie Palm and her five friends to get him off. Lex has never been about waiting, otherwise he wouldn’t keep a black tube in the blue vase behind his desk; and he uses just enough lube to keep his movements consistent, but not so much that there’s no friction.
There’s a fine line, and Lex has spent a lot of time and money looking for it.
His movements are quick and practiced. One hand slicking over the head and another hand cupping his balls with a finger just brushing over his hole. He leans back in his seat, spreading his legs as much as the confines of his clothing will allow.
This is not a fantasy-laden occasion. This is not an involved, drawn-out process involving Clark look-alikes and role-playing.
It’s just a means to an end that will require tissues.
The best thing about masturbation is that it’s a failsafe.
No friendships are broken, no lies are required, and Lex always knows he’ll get off if he pushes in just that centimeter further. Which he does.
Lex isn’t a screamer, despite whatever has been said. He just tends to be a bit vocal. However, whatever he was saying, or yelling, is cut off when he bites his tongue at the sudden intrusion in his office.
It really is a bad day.
He thought tomorrow was Clark’s half-day.
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Nice work.
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Just love the story. Thanks so much for sharing it.
*bounces*
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Let it become a good day! Please? Pretty please? After all Clark did trek all the way out to the castle on his half-day....don't let it be for naught!
Um...please? *g*
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Sure he did.
uh-huh
this wasn't a little passive agressive moe on the part of Lex's subconscious to get Clark to blow him.
Nope.
Not at all.
I didn't think so.
*g*
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Come on, Lex, you can turn it into a good day very easily.
There’s a fine line, and Lex has spent a lot of time and money looking for it.
Heeeee! Practice makes perfect and I'm sure Lex has it down.
Have I mentioned that I love you?
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Other people have bad days. Lex has corporate raids and internalized meltdowns, which require new flat screens. Lex has girlfriends who leave because he keeps calling the wrong name in the bedroom, and a father who thinks nothing of trying to seduce his best friend’s very married mother.
Lex has a brother...
Now is not the time for Lex to be thinking of his brother.
Awww. Poor, poor Lex. And sure, Lex, you don't want to think about your brother at all. Of course not. *coughs*
I think somebody else said it, so WORD. Clark needs to learn to knock. Though this particular interruption could be a lot of fun. ;)
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Now is not the time for Lex to be thinking of his brother.
Wahahaha!!!!!! Of course it's not. Heh. Well, Lex's day may be shot, so to speak, but Clark's got all afternoon to make it better. *g*
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First of all: the world does not have enough masturbation fic, and I adore you for doing your part to change that. Especially when it's Lex. And also: gah.
Now is not the time for Lex to be thinking of his brother.
Yes it is. *cough* What?
He thought tomorrow was Clark’s half-day.
Man, if I didn't love you before, I would definitely start now. You are an evil, evil genius, and I am in awe. Great stuff, man, great stuff.
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Oops. Were people listening to that?
Very nice. And you say you can't write porn. Pshaw, I say.
AHHHHHHHHH!
*loves you*