Something Different
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roxyI hang my head and offer this-- kind of RPS sort of...I hope ya'll don't mind. I had to get it out of my system.
It's...hmmm-- nc-17? R? I suck at figuring that rating stuff out. Maybe R, a hard R. Yeah, that's it.
RPS
Title: A Wish Your Heart Makes
Pairing: Tom Welling/Lex Luthor
CLARK
Tom turned over, scrubbed his hand over his face and yawned. He pushed back against the pillow and scratched his neck, reached next to him in bed and patted over the cool empty space. Jamie was up already—probably gone.
He listened, the apartment was quiet. Yeah—she was out. He looked at the clock and figured he’d squeeze in a few more winks because thank god he didn’t need to be on set today…he wondered idly what Rosenbaum was doing, laughed quietly and figured whatever--it had to do with girls. For a guy who claimed his life *didn’t* revolve around pussy, he got enough of it, spent enough time chasing it. Yeah, a real man’s man—him and that asshole friend of his, what the hell was his name—Tom something, couple of horndogs…he grinned. And no he wasn’t jealous of Mike and his wild life. Much.
He felt a heavy pull low in his gut and pushed the heel of his hand against his dick. Umm. Too bad Jamie left already….
He shifted again and his eyes drifted closed—they felt so heavy, his legs felt heavy, he felt warm and relaxed, real good…
He was standing in the ‘Study’ set, but it was weird in some way—smaller, darker than usual, something was off but he wasn’t sure what, and then Lex walked into the room… no, Michael…no—Lex. Wow. Lex.
He slinked his way across the room and walked around him real slow and touched him just *barely* the whole time-- he could feel him like a hot weight and whose idea was *that*? It pretty much put a different spin on the scene—it kind of reminded him of first season when Mike would go out of his way to embarrass him by doing weird stuff…like frenching those damn water bottles. Bastard. He used to get a giggle out of making him blush. An uncomfortable little thought skittered its way into his head-- why would Mike’s tongue in a bottle make him--blush? And why did he miss it? He felt a hot wave rush up the back of his neck.
“Clark.”
Damn. How did he *do* that? How did he make his voice just climb all over you, just--*rub* all over you like a fuckin’ cat. It wasn’t really deep, or rough…it just sounded like…
“Clark, I’m pleased to see you here…what can I do for you?” Tom gulped and panicked for a second—line, line, line—and he blurted something out, he had no idea what, because he was staring into Lex’s eyes, they were really an amazing blue…gray...blue, something-- whatever, they were amazing…fuck.
He gulped, oh fuck, I’m hard…god! He bent over a little and Lex leaned in closer and whispered his next line, like John did sometimes, scene-stealer—and Tom sniffed. Lex was right next to him—Mike! Mike not Lex--and... he couldn’t smell him. He *always* smelled Lex—damn he smells so good.Tom’s eyes closed and suddenly he jumped, stumbled a little.
Oh!… I’m dreaming! Everything shifted a bit and dimmed and Lex’s smile grew dimmer and Tom thought, No, fuck it—I’m not waking up now, damn it! I can do what I want--it doesn’t matter, and he licked his lips and said in as sexy a voice as he could, and sadly, it was no where near as sexy as Lex’s, “ Lex, I came here… for you.”
Wow. That feels good. I want to say it again…and Lex smiled, that goddamn sly little half smile, “Ah? What can you do for me Clark,” and he put his hands in his immaculate pants pockets and ruined the drape of his trousers and Clark—Tom-- finally got it—he had to hide a hard on almost *every* time he talked to him, Tom thought, Lex has a hard on for Clark. Lex gets an *erection* every time that kid walks in here Tom thought. Any time that kid looks at him or sits next to him…shit, he must go *nuts* every time they play pool.
Tom smiled, tucked his thumbs into his pockets and let his hands frame his crotch ‘cause Clark was innocent but *he* wasn’t and Lex’s eyes went there, lingered, Tom let a hand drift over the front of his tightening jeans and Lex’s eyes closed in a slow blink and before they opened again Tom was right against him, hot and heavy and a little dizzy--wow, superspeed!-- he grinned like crazy—fuck please don’t let that fire vision shit kick in!—and he opened his eyes and looked into Lex’s and begged that X-ray vision wouldn’t be making an appearance either cause he was pretty sure he wouldn’t get off on the sight of Mike’s intestines.
Lex grabbed his chin and licked his mouth. God damn! He did it again, a hot wet stripe that made his mouth open and he groaned when Lex sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, teased and licked it and Tom groaned and pulled back—it was hard to do but he needed…this one thing he’d been wanting to do for years but just realized it this very instant. Shit--he leaned forward and closed his teeth gently over…that…scar…just pulled his teeth carefully over it, slowly licked it, softly, pushed his tongue against it and felt it and sucked it and…. Lex’s eyes were closed and he was grinding against Tom and moaning and Tom was pushing back and his hands were clasped on Lex’s hips like, like—he’d die if he let go.
“Jesus, Clark!” Lex gasped and for a second Tom thought-- Who? Who the *fuck* was he talking about and oh yeah, and he was—jealous, and snorted against Lex’s neck.
“What? What is it?” Lex smiled back.
“Lex, take your pants—ah, drop your pants? Umm—strip, please?”
“*Clark*!” Lex looked shocked, and his eyes were huge and…awestruck, like an angel had just appeared to him brandishing a flaming sword—yeah, sort of geez, —and then his hands flew to his zipper like he was afraid Clark might change his mind, and Tom had to say, yeah, considering what a bitch this Clark kid has been for the last couple of seasons, Lex was playing it smart.
He backed Lex up until he was pressed against the back of the couch, and here came the part he was *clueless* about, but his dick jumped in his shorts and his mouth watered and looking at Lex’s dick, he wanted it in his mouth—fuck it’s a dream, how bad can I be? and Lex’s dick twitched and drooled…he dropped to his knees and buried his face in the hairless crotch and he knew Mike was hairy as a goat and don’t ask how he knew—god that hot dick on his cheek, wet on his cheek –I've got to--He swallowed him down and gagged, should he do that in a dream, shouldn’t it be perfect? But damn—it felt *good*, hot, heavy on his tongue and the *taste*…so good—he drove down on Lex’s dick and swirled his tongue, flicked it over the crown, twisted the tip into the slit and laved out any trace of precome-- did everything he’d ever felt on himself, ever seen on porno’s and read in books and… *lots* of straight guys looked at gay porn from time to time when they were all alone….
Lex pulled back, his dick popped out of Tom’s mouth, he moaned in disappointment, and grabbed back. His fingers ripped into the back of the couch, puncturing the leather, and he froze. Fuck! That too? He shivered briefly in fear but Lex was so gone he didn’t notice—maybe.
Lex pushed him down to the floor and he grabbed handfuls of carpet when Lex pulled his jeans down. Tom shivered again as cool air caressed his swollen dick and moaned out loud, Lex whispered huskily, “Did you take French this year, Clark? Do you understand what sioxante neuf means?”-- Tom thought stupidly French? and then his eyes rolled back and he *yowled* as Lex’s mouth closed over him, a hot slick tunnel that pulled him in and in and Jamie wasn’t even *close* to this fuck me! and then he felt that hot wet weight against his lips and opened, let Lex’s dick slide into his mouth, glide over his tongue and rest against the back of his throat and ahh! God!
Lex on him, and in him and this was the best fucking dream he’d ever ever had, and he thrust up and Lex thrust down and it was too good. He grabbed Lex’s hips careful! and pushed him in and out, feeling the drag of Lex’s tongue on his dick as he felt Lex’s dick drag over his tongue— it was a big loop, feedback-- a charged circle and eclectic shocks buzzed up and down his body--god-- Lex was so *good* at this, and his own saliva pooled in the hollow of his throat as he tried to suck more of Lex in and his dick slid right into Lex’s throat and he *swallowed*—oohhh- fuuuckk! his hips flew up and this—this jet of *fire* ripped out of him and he came like a kid, fucking Lex! Lex’s throat, Lex –oh shit, oh shit and fleetingly he thought, does Mike do this ever and then every thought was gone and he shook and swallowed, fought to swallow all of Lex’s come- greedy and wanting it all.
Lex groaned so loud, and long, Tom grew afraid that he’d hurt him with Clark’s freakish strength, but no—he peeked up and Lex was smiling, a big wide smile—wow. He really looked happy, relaxed—fucking stupid Clark.
Lex shifted around until they were face-to-face and pressed the whole length of their bodies together. He wound his hand into Tom’s hair and kissed him, the combined flavors of their come made Tom sigh—I want to remember this dream forever and ever and Lex pulled away slightly and whispered in his ear. “ What do you think Mikey’s dreaming about right now?”
Fuck! His eyes shot open, Damn it! Damn it! He lay there in wet boxers and clenched his hands and teeth, for a moment he actually felt sorrow—fuck.
The phone rang and he figured it was Jamie, and as much as he loved her he really didn’t want to talk to her just this moment, and it rang on, and on— the fuck was wrong with the answering machine—and he picked up.
“Hey, Tommy! I was thinking about you--- what’re you doing, are you as fucking bored as I am… I really need to get out and do something... will Jamie let you out to play-- hah! Kidding, really though…”
Tom let Mike’s voice flow over him like a waterfall, smiled. “…Lex.”
Silence on the line and then a husky totally un-Mikey voice said, “Yes?” A voice that curled warmly around his body and slid between his legs like a cat.
“I’ll be there –soon.” Tom felt renewed warmth in his groin.
“Hurry…Clark,” and click—buzz….
It's...hmmm-- nc-17? R? I suck at figuring that rating stuff out. Maybe R, a hard R. Yeah, that's it.
RPS
Title: A Wish Your Heart Makes
Pairing: Tom Welling/Lex Luthor
CLARK
Tom turned over, scrubbed his hand over his face and yawned. He pushed back against the pillow and scratched his neck, reached next to him in bed and patted over the cool empty space. Jamie was up already—probably gone.
He listened, the apartment was quiet. Yeah—she was out. He looked at the clock and figured he’d squeeze in a few more winks because thank god he didn’t need to be on set today…he wondered idly what Rosenbaum was doing, laughed quietly and figured whatever--it had to do with girls. For a guy who claimed his life *didn’t* revolve around pussy, he got enough of it, spent enough time chasing it. Yeah, a real man’s man—him and that asshole friend of his, what the hell was his name—Tom something, couple of horndogs…he grinned. And no he wasn’t jealous of Mike and his wild life. Much.
He felt a heavy pull low in his gut and pushed the heel of his hand against his dick. Umm. Too bad Jamie left already….
He shifted again and his eyes drifted closed—they felt so heavy, his legs felt heavy, he felt warm and relaxed, real good…
He was standing in the ‘Study’ set, but it was weird in some way—smaller, darker than usual, something was off but he wasn’t sure what, and then Lex walked into the room… no, Michael…no—Lex. Wow. Lex.
He slinked his way across the room and walked around him real slow and touched him just *barely* the whole time-- he could feel him like a hot weight and whose idea was *that*? It pretty much put a different spin on the scene—it kind of reminded him of first season when Mike would go out of his way to embarrass him by doing weird stuff…like frenching those damn water bottles. Bastard. He used to get a giggle out of making him blush. An uncomfortable little thought skittered its way into his head-- why would Mike’s tongue in a bottle make him--blush? And why did he miss it? He felt a hot wave rush up the back of his neck.
“Clark.”
Damn. How did he *do* that? How did he make his voice just climb all over you, just--*rub* all over you like a fuckin’ cat. It wasn’t really deep, or rough…it just sounded like…
“Clark, I’m pleased to see you here…what can I do for you?” Tom gulped and panicked for a second—line, line, line—and he blurted something out, he had no idea what, because he was staring into Lex’s eyes, they were really an amazing blue…gray...blue, something-- whatever, they were amazing…fuck.
He gulped, oh fuck, I’m hard…god! He bent over a little and Lex leaned in closer and whispered his next line, like John did sometimes, scene-stealer—and Tom sniffed. Lex was right next to him—Mike! Mike not Lex--and... he couldn’t smell him. He *always* smelled Lex—damn he smells so good.Tom’s eyes closed and suddenly he jumped, stumbled a little.
Oh!… I’m dreaming! Everything shifted a bit and dimmed and Lex’s smile grew dimmer and Tom thought, No, fuck it—I’m not waking up now, damn it! I can do what I want--it doesn’t matter, and he licked his lips and said in as sexy a voice as he could, and sadly, it was no where near as sexy as Lex’s, “ Lex, I came here… for you.”
Wow. That feels good. I want to say it again…and Lex smiled, that goddamn sly little half smile, “Ah? What can you do for me Clark,” and he put his hands in his immaculate pants pockets and ruined the drape of his trousers and Clark—Tom-- finally got it—he had to hide a hard on almost *every* time he talked to him, Tom thought, Lex has a hard on for Clark. Lex gets an *erection* every time that kid walks in here Tom thought. Any time that kid looks at him or sits next to him…shit, he must go *nuts* every time they play pool.
Tom smiled, tucked his thumbs into his pockets and let his hands frame his crotch ‘cause Clark was innocent but *he* wasn’t and Lex’s eyes went there, lingered, Tom let a hand drift over the front of his tightening jeans and Lex’s eyes closed in a slow blink and before they opened again Tom was right against him, hot and heavy and a little dizzy--wow, superspeed!-- he grinned like crazy—fuck please don’t let that fire vision shit kick in!—and he opened his eyes and looked into Lex’s and begged that X-ray vision wouldn’t be making an appearance either cause he was pretty sure he wouldn’t get off on the sight of Mike’s intestines.
Lex grabbed his chin and licked his mouth. God damn! He did it again, a hot wet stripe that made his mouth open and he groaned when Lex sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, teased and licked it and Tom groaned and pulled back—it was hard to do but he needed…this one thing he’d been wanting to do for years but just realized it this very instant. Shit--he leaned forward and closed his teeth gently over…that…scar…just pulled his teeth carefully over it, slowly licked it, softly, pushed his tongue against it and felt it and sucked it and…. Lex’s eyes were closed and he was grinding against Tom and moaning and Tom was pushing back and his hands were clasped on Lex’s hips like, like—he’d die if he let go.
“Jesus, Clark!” Lex gasped and for a second Tom thought-- Who? Who the *fuck* was he talking about and oh yeah, and he was—jealous, and snorted against Lex’s neck.
“What? What is it?” Lex smiled back.
“Lex, take your pants—ah, drop your pants? Umm—strip, please?”
“*Clark*!” Lex looked shocked, and his eyes were huge and…awestruck, like an angel had just appeared to him brandishing a flaming sword—yeah, sort of geez, —and then his hands flew to his zipper like he was afraid Clark might change his mind, and Tom had to say, yeah, considering what a bitch this Clark kid has been for the last couple of seasons, Lex was playing it smart.
He backed Lex up until he was pressed against the back of the couch, and here came the part he was *clueless* about, but his dick jumped in his shorts and his mouth watered and looking at Lex’s dick, he wanted it in his mouth—fuck it’s a dream, how bad can I be? and Lex’s dick twitched and drooled…he dropped to his knees and buried his face in the hairless crotch and he knew Mike was hairy as a goat and don’t ask how he knew—god that hot dick on his cheek, wet on his cheek –I've got to--He swallowed him down and gagged, should he do that in a dream, shouldn’t it be perfect? But damn—it felt *good*, hot, heavy on his tongue and the *taste*…so good—he drove down on Lex’s dick and swirled his tongue, flicked it over the crown, twisted the tip into the slit and laved out any trace of precome-- did everything he’d ever felt on himself, ever seen on porno’s and read in books and… *lots* of straight guys looked at gay porn from time to time when they were all alone….
Lex pulled back, his dick popped out of Tom’s mouth, he moaned in disappointment, and grabbed back. His fingers ripped into the back of the couch, puncturing the leather, and he froze. Fuck! That too? He shivered briefly in fear but Lex was so gone he didn’t notice—maybe.
Lex pushed him down to the floor and he grabbed handfuls of carpet when Lex pulled his jeans down. Tom shivered again as cool air caressed his swollen dick and moaned out loud, Lex whispered huskily, “Did you take French this year, Clark? Do you understand what sioxante neuf means?”-- Tom thought stupidly French? and then his eyes rolled back and he *yowled* as Lex’s mouth closed over him, a hot slick tunnel that pulled him in and in and Jamie wasn’t even *close* to this fuck me! and then he felt that hot wet weight against his lips and opened, let Lex’s dick slide into his mouth, glide over his tongue and rest against the back of his throat and ahh! God!
Lex on him, and in him and this was the best fucking dream he’d ever ever had, and he thrust up and Lex thrust down and it was too good. He grabbed Lex’s hips careful! and pushed him in and out, feeling the drag of Lex’s tongue on his dick as he felt Lex’s dick drag over his tongue— it was a big loop, feedback-- a charged circle and eclectic shocks buzzed up and down his body--god-- Lex was so *good* at this, and his own saliva pooled in the hollow of his throat as he tried to suck more of Lex in and his dick slid right into Lex’s throat and he *swallowed*—oohhh- fuuuckk! his hips flew up and this—this jet of *fire* ripped out of him and he came like a kid, fucking Lex! Lex’s throat, Lex –oh shit, oh shit and fleetingly he thought, does Mike do this ever and then every thought was gone and he shook and swallowed, fought to swallow all of Lex’s come- greedy and wanting it all.
Lex groaned so loud, and long, Tom grew afraid that he’d hurt him with Clark’s freakish strength, but no—he peeked up and Lex was smiling, a big wide smile—wow. He really looked happy, relaxed—fucking stupid Clark.
Lex shifted around until they were face-to-face and pressed the whole length of their bodies together. He wound his hand into Tom’s hair and kissed him, the combined flavors of their come made Tom sigh—I want to remember this dream forever and ever and Lex pulled away slightly and whispered in his ear. “ What do you think Mikey’s dreaming about right now?”
Fuck! His eyes shot open, Damn it! Damn it! He lay there in wet boxers and clenched his hands and teeth, for a moment he actually felt sorrow—fuck.
The phone rang and he figured it was Jamie, and as much as he loved her he really didn’t want to talk to her just this moment, and it rang on, and on— the fuck was wrong with the answering machine—and he picked up.
“Hey, Tommy! I was thinking about you--- what’re you doing, are you as fucking bored as I am… I really need to get out and do something... will Jamie let you out to play-- hah! Kidding, really though…”
Tom let Mike’s voice flow over him like a waterfall, smiled. “…Lex.”
Silence on the line and then a husky totally un-Mikey voice said, “Yes?” A voice that curled warmly around his body and slid between his legs like a cat.
“I’ll be there –soon.” Tom felt renewed warmth in his groin.
“Hurry…Clark,” and click—buzz….
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