Short Fic, avec porn
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roxyBut it's kind of romantic too--you know! This was intended for a project that didn't get off the ground, sadly, so I share it here with ya'll 'cause I love you like that.
Meanwhile, in notes from the front: all continues well in the dustbowl.Stop. send pretty boys.stop. Peanut butter would be good, too.stop.lube too.stop.And the ballgag.stop.
I probably should just--stop.
Clark rode up to the castle drive and hopped off the bike. This should be a lot of fun, Lex going for a bike ride with him. Earlier in the week, Lex had claimed that working out in his gym, boxing and fencing and stuff, gave him all the workout that he needed and he was in top physical condition.
‘Anh-hunh. We’ll see about that,’ he thought. He did have the good grace to feel a twinge of guilt. No matter what condition Lex was in, Clark was always going to have an unfair advantage… ‘oh well, it’s just a bike ride, ‘s not like it’s a big deal or something.’
He hopped up the stairs and banged on the doors. The butler ushered Clark in and quietly informed him that Master Lex was waiting for him in the garage.
“Thanks!” Clark replied, smiling widely and as always, charming the pants off the taciturn butler.
He made his way to the garage and Lex called to him from a part that he’d never been in.
“Unbelievable, that you can have a garage *so* big that there are parts I haven’t even seen yet,” he chuckled.
“Come on Clark, you know you like being friends with the rich guy!” Lex laughed back. He was standing back in the shadows, busily doing…something. He sounded distracted when he spoke again. “Be with you in a minute, I’m still getting dressed…some gear and stuff… I bought a few things for the ride; you know, I actually didn’t have a bike…the research was fascinating, there’s quite a bit to know….”
Clark looked down at his baggy cargo shorts, t-shirt and his old sneaks.’ What was to know? You jumped on a bike and rode.’
“You’ll never guess how I got the bike, Clark.”
He sounded very please with himself, Clark thought. “I’m guessing you didn’t get it at the Wal-mart where I got mine…or maybe you’re building it now--” he grumbled.
“Now, now, be patient, I’ll be ready in a minute…on the Internet, actually. You know Clark, the Internet is for more than keeping journals and downloading porn.”
“I never downloaded porn!” Clark yelped. Did he know about the porn? That site with the pictures of the guy that looked just like Lex… ‘Heh. Panic why don’t you. He can do a lot, but he can’t read minds. Thank God!’ he thought fervently.
“I’m ready,” Lex called. He came out, pushing an unbelievable bike and …damn.
Wearing bike shorts. And a bike jersey… ‘Damn. Is it legal to wear that on the street? Wow.’
Lex stepped up to him, the stiff soled bike shoes giving him an odd sway as he walked that was …really something.
“Lex, your clothes--”
Lex grinned like a happy cat. “Cool, yes? The best of the best, Clark, I did my research and came up with this.” He pointed to the bike. “It’s built by Trek; they built Lance Armstrong’s bike, y’know. This is a 5900 Superlite, and I had them custom paint it for me: a pearlized silver, and purple.”
Lex beamed and Clark just nodded. “See, Shimano components, they’re very good, and the wheels have carbon fiber rims; the whole bike is very light. That’s a good thing,” he said gravely. Clark thought he looked a bit …bemused, as if he knew it was a good thing, but really wasn’t sure why. Clark did manage to notice that the wheels looked like they were missing spokes, but most of his brain was yelling at him that Lex was wearing …nothing. Or might as well be. Lycra was an amazing fabric.
Again he said, “Lex, your clothes.” Only this time it came out a bit breathier than the first time, and he became aware that baggy cargo shorts did not have the masking power a pair of tight jeans and a long flannel shirt had. ‘Oh, jeez. Look at him, he’s killing me!’
Lex walked around the bike, patted the custom built seat with a fond look on his face. Cute it was, but Clark was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Lex’s butt, held as it was so snuggly by the Lycra fabric, the light and movement making it shimmer and seem to glow, ‘wow, it’s like a spiritual experience, thank you God--’
Lex turned to Clark, smiling and—
‘Don’t need x-ray vision to see, oh my, Lex is…nicely built. Very nicely built. That’s what they mean by well endowed.Yes.Yes indeed.’ Clark shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled the material forward. ‘Oh lord, I’m going to die of embarrassment. I hope….’
Lex was in his element, imparting information. The thing about Lex that no one seemed to understand was that he never bragged about the things he had. When he went on about a car or some piece of technology, he fully expected the person he was talking to would share the joy and fascination he felt. Clark loved the way his face lit up, the way enthusiasm warmed his voice. All artifice dropped away and it was just Lex, Boy Geek and those were the times Clark fought really hard not to just…kiss him.
And now Lex was closer and looking straight into Clark’s…crotch.
“You know Clark, bike shorts are meant to be supportive, comfortable. You don’t wear anything under them,” he murmured.
Clark’s mouth was dry as cotton, and he realized that his mouth was hanging open like a cartoon character’s. All he needed was steam coming out of his ears to complete the picture.
Lex was even closer now, and smiling the smile of a--a saint actually. The look on his face was that of a man who’d seen an angel, definitely not the look of a man who was running his hand up under the loose leg of a pair of cargo shorts.
“Umm. I see you’re not wearing anything under your shorts either. How…nice.”
Clark felt light-headed and heavy as lead at the same time. When Lex made contact with his skin, he jerked so hard, he almost fell. He managed to stop himself before Lex held him upright by the only thing he had a hand on, which could have killed the moment. He breathed out in a long gusty trembling moan and Lex smiled a bit wider, and held Clark a little firmer.
Clark reached out and pulled Lex in for a kiss, pressing and licking at Lex’s lips, marveling at how good he tasted, he moved his hands down to grab his perfect smooth shiny ass and the slick warm feel of it made him groan into Lex’s mouth and made him snap his hips forward into Lex’s hot grip. His brain woke up again and told him, yes, this was all good and he could do more, much more…
He could suck at Lex’s neck (which made him gasp) and worm a hand under the tight waistband of the Lycra shorts and stroke Lex’s dick (which brought him up on his toes) He could moan really long and loud when Lex’s hand twisted over the head of his dick and swirled the pre-come there around in a smooth and skillful movement of his warm fingers, and enjoy Lex’s answering moan as he jerked Lex’s lovely dick, and oh, he could have the most intense orgasm of his life when Lex came in his hand.
When he came down off his post-orgasmic high, and managed to peel a limp and satisfied Lex from his damp chest, his first coherent thought was he was never ever going to be able to look at a bike again without thinking of this. His second thought was to wonder how he could get Lex into bike clothes whenever he wanted…
Meanwhile, in notes from the front: all continues well in the dustbowl.Stop. send pretty boys.stop. Peanut butter would be good, too.stop.lube too.stop.And the ballgag.stop.
I probably should just--stop.
Clark rode up to the castle drive and hopped off the bike. This should be a lot of fun, Lex going for a bike ride with him. Earlier in the week, Lex had claimed that working out in his gym, boxing and fencing and stuff, gave him all the workout that he needed and he was in top physical condition.
‘Anh-hunh. We’ll see about that,’ he thought. He did have the good grace to feel a twinge of guilt. No matter what condition Lex was in, Clark was always going to have an unfair advantage… ‘oh well, it’s just a bike ride, ‘s not like it’s a big deal or something.’
He hopped up the stairs and banged on the doors. The butler ushered Clark in and quietly informed him that Master Lex was waiting for him in the garage.
“Thanks!” Clark replied, smiling widely and as always, charming the pants off the taciturn butler.
He made his way to the garage and Lex called to him from a part that he’d never been in.
“Unbelievable, that you can have a garage *so* big that there are parts I haven’t even seen yet,” he chuckled.
“Come on Clark, you know you like being friends with the rich guy!” Lex laughed back. He was standing back in the shadows, busily doing…something. He sounded distracted when he spoke again. “Be with you in a minute, I’m still getting dressed…some gear and stuff… I bought a few things for the ride; you know, I actually didn’t have a bike…the research was fascinating, there’s quite a bit to know….”
Clark looked down at his baggy cargo shorts, t-shirt and his old sneaks.’ What was to know? You jumped on a bike and rode.’
“You’ll never guess how I got the bike, Clark.”
He sounded very please with himself, Clark thought. “I’m guessing you didn’t get it at the Wal-mart where I got mine…or maybe you’re building it now--” he grumbled.
“Now, now, be patient, I’ll be ready in a minute…on the Internet, actually. You know Clark, the Internet is for more than keeping journals and downloading porn.”
“I never downloaded porn!” Clark yelped. Did he know about the porn? That site with the pictures of the guy that looked just like Lex… ‘Heh. Panic why don’t you. He can do a lot, but he can’t read minds. Thank God!’ he thought fervently.
“I’m ready,” Lex called. He came out, pushing an unbelievable bike and …damn.
Wearing bike shorts. And a bike jersey… ‘Damn. Is it legal to wear that on the street? Wow.’
Lex stepped up to him, the stiff soled bike shoes giving him an odd sway as he walked that was …really something.
“Lex, your clothes--”
Lex grinned like a happy cat. “Cool, yes? The best of the best, Clark, I did my research and came up with this.” He pointed to the bike. “It’s built by Trek; they built Lance Armstrong’s bike, y’know. This is a 5900 Superlite, and I had them custom paint it for me: a pearlized silver, and purple.”
Lex beamed and Clark just nodded. “See, Shimano components, they’re very good, and the wheels have carbon fiber rims; the whole bike is very light. That’s a good thing,” he said gravely. Clark thought he looked a bit …bemused, as if he knew it was a good thing, but really wasn’t sure why. Clark did manage to notice that the wheels looked like they were missing spokes, but most of his brain was yelling at him that Lex was wearing …nothing. Or might as well be. Lycra was an amazing fabric.
Again he said, “Lex, your clothes.” Only this time it came out a bit breathier than the first time, and he became aware that baggy cargo shorts did not have the masking power a pair of tight jeans and a long flannel shirt had. ‘Oh, jeez. Look at him, he’s killing me!’
Lex walked around the bike, patted the custom built seat with a fond look on his face. Cute it was, but Clark was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Lex’s butt, held as it was so snuggly by the Lycra fabric, the light and movement making it shimmer and seem to glow, ‘wow, it’s like a spiritual experience, thank you God--’
Lex turned to Clark, smiling and—
‘Don’t need x-ray vision to see, oh my, Lex is…nicely built. Very nicely built. That’s what they mean by well endowed.Yes.Yes indeed.’ Clark shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled the material forward. ‘Oh lord, I’m going to die of embarrassment. I hope….’
Lex was in his element, imparting information. The thing about Lex that no one seemed to understand was that he never bragged about the things he had. When he went on about a car or some piece of technology, he fully expected the person he was talking to would share the joy and fascination he felt. Clark loved the way his face lit up, the way enthusiasm warmed his voice. All artifice dropped away and it was just Lex, Boy Geek and those were the times Clark fought really hard not to just…kiss him.
And now Lex was closer and looking straight into Clark’s…crotch.
“You know Clark, bike shorts are meant to be supportive, comfortable. You don’t wear anything under them,” he murmured.
Clark’s mouth was dry as cotton, and he realized that his mouth was hanging open like a cartoon character’s. All he needed was steam coming out of his ears to complete the picture.
Lex was even closer now, and smiling the smile of a--a saint actually. The look on his face was that of a man who’d seen an angel, definitely not the look of a man who was running his hand up under the loose leg of a pair of cargo shorts.
“Umm. I see you’re not wearing anything under your shorts either. How…nice.”
Clark felt light-headed and heavy as lead at the same time. When Lex made contact with his skin, he jerked so hard, he almost fell. He managed to stop himself before Lex held him upright by the only thing he had a hand on, which could have killed the moment. He breathed out in a long gusty trembling moan and Lex smiled a bit wider, and held Clark a little firmer.
Clark reached out and pulled Lex in for a kiss, pressing and licking at Lex’s lips, marveling at how good he tasted, he moved his hands down to grab his perfect smooth shiny ass and the slick warm feel of it made him groan into Lex’s mouth and made him snap his hips forward into Lex’s hot grip. His brain woke up again and told him, yes, this was all good and he could do more, much more…
He could suck at Lex’s neck (which made him gasp) and worm a hand under the tight waistband of the Lycra shorts and stroke Lex’s dick (which brought him up on his toes) He could moan really long and loud when Lex’s hand twisted over the head of his dick and swirled the pre-come there around in a smooth and skillful movement of his warm fingers, and enjoy Lex’s answering moan as he jerked Lex’s lovely dick, and oh, he could have the most intense orgasm of his life when Lex came in his hand.
When he came down off his post-orgasmic high, and managed to peel a limp and satisfied Lex from his damp chest, his first coherent thought was he was never ever going to be able to look at a bike again without thinking of this. His second thought was to wonder how he could get Lex into bike clothes whenever he wanted…
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