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Drive By Silliness
A while ago, I played around and this story fell out of my head--you know how I get these impulses and share them with you ('cause I love you)
Now, I've come back with the second half of this...like ta see it?
Here it is!
LEX
Mike woke up; stretched, and scratched his chest—what the fuck—he looked down, —I don’t remember getting shaved…? Looked up and around the room…fuck is this? And jumped a mile when a big hot hand fell on his thigh.
“Lex…you’re awake….” A voice thick with sleep, a voice he knew really well and really should not be coming from his side in bed. Heat rose along his side and then a smooth slide of warm skin, oh shit….
“Tom?” he squeaked. There was rapid movement and suddenly Tom was staring at him, looking kind of pissed, actually and—fuck. Were his eyes red? God damn… his irises…why the hell was Tom in bed with him and why was he wearing flame contacts?
“Who’s Tom?”
Mike stared at him. He really didn’t remember any part of the story line where he ended up naked in bed with Clark. And Tom was definitely in character—more than usual, it seemed. He had that big old doofy innocent Clark look, all wide eyes and pouty lipped, and shit…his cock perked up.
Yeah.
Clark did it for him. Pathetic.
Wait.
Naked Clark—in bed next to him—ow. Could someone get that hard that quickly and still think?
His hands flew over his cock trying to hide his hard on but Tom’s nose flared and he grinned, and rose to his knees in the bed.
Nude. All nude. Everything.
Mike wondered if Tom could hear the sound of brain cells exploding.
Damn…he knew Tom was big—that scene in the tank, when he was wearing those stupid red shorts—shit, that had been one hard scene to film, what with the near constant boner…Tom had a beautiful cock, a delicious cock. Wow, and wanted to share it.
“Lex, why are you trying to hide?? You know I can see you…come on sweetie, let go,” he said coaxingly as he pulled at Mike’s hands.
“Tom?” Mike asked unbelieving. His brain was beginning to shut down as other parts of his body tried to dominate. “Clark?” he stuttered.
“Lex, what’s wrong, you’re making me nervous...are you okay? Don’t you want to... you know,” he grinned and blushed faintly and Mike groaned again. God, he had no idea what happened here but he’d eat his own fist if that was Tom, it was fucking Clark Kent, the Clark of his dreams and he didn’t know how and he didn’t care because from the looks of things there was a good chance he was going to screw Clark Kent and no way was he messing that up. Fuck all, this was a great dream!
Mike tried to think “Lex” style and of course his brain was empty—wait, relax, relax—right. Clark’s cock was an inch from his nose. No relaxing here.
“Lex, I wanna, umm, fuck you.” Clark grinned at him and blushed bright red and looked so fucking sweet and innocent and like hot nasty sex personified. Mike’s eyes shut by themselves and he groaned—wait, whatthey shot open again, “Me—fuck--what? No!” He stuttered. Get fucked? Hell no! and Clark’s face fell.
"I’m-I’m sorry—I didn’t do it right? You don’t want me?” He started to back off the bed and Mike grabbed his arm—“Hey! Where are you going? No--no, I’m sure you were fine, it’s just—I don’t –you know…get fucked. I *knew* Lex did. It’s obvious,” he said thoughtfully. “He's so whipped by everyone… definitely used to getting fucked…”
Clark’s eyes got bigger and he looked at Mike worriedly. “Lex…are…are you okay?”
“Oh! Hey, Tom—*Clark*! Don’t pay any attention to me! I’m just--” He wrapped a fist around himself. “Cock?” He offered.
Clark’s forehead and nose wrinkled up in that look Mike knew was supposed to mean puzzled and yet heavy thought, and barely stopped himself from going “Awwww.” And he knew he blew it. It wasn’t likely Lex would wave his cock at his lover like it was a snowcone, and damn it--right now he really, *really* wanted the blowjob of his fantasies, he’d dreamed of those lips wrapped around him, he’d nearly embarrassed himself a million times almost yelling out his name and now—he was *this* close to being able to scream it at the top of his lungs…Fix it! Fix it now! , his body screamed at him. .
Locking his eyes on the lips that played a starring role in most of his fantasies, he let his voice drop a little and drawled “Clark, why are you all the way over here, when you should be,” he stroked his hand over the sheet next to him and ended the movement right above his groin, “here?”
Clark beamed and was on him in an instant, and the hottest mouth in the world swallowed him down to the root.
“Yow! I mean—oh god, good! So good!” Mike’s eyes rolled back and in his mind he chanted, thank you Lex, thank you Lex—this kid was unbelievable.
Ten really embarrassingly loud minutes later, he was face down on what were very, very nice sheets, very soft, he thought. <>Fuck, I am so yoinking these sheets—why the fuck don’t they give me the sheets instead of the fucking water—oh! Ooohhh—tongue…good…</> “To—Clark, oh god, that’s, that’s…”
Clark’s tongue on him, in him, ThankyouLexthankyouLex—Mike thought he just might have to create a religion called Thank You Lex—because Lex needed to be worshipped, the bastard---he taught Clark well.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Lex.”
Oh, heeeell yeah! “Clark, I---okay, yes.” Mike tried not to tense, and suddenly, pressure turned into fire, it hurt for an instant, by the time he’d gotten breath to yell, it turned into a groan and fire turned into—more fire but good…so good.
If this was a dream, there was no fucking way he was going to wake up…not even with that ringing… ringing… shit someone answer the phone damn it.
And he was alone in his own bed, on cotton sheets that felt like sandpaper, and the alarm shrieking in his ear. He had a hard on and really? Not very happy.
He stared at the ceiling for a while and waited for his blood to redistribute itself about his body. It took a while –don’t think of a white polar bear kind of effect…
Mike rolled over on to his side. Shit. I’m going for it—what the hell, the worst he can do is kill me. Or beat me to a pulp. Or make my life a living hell…
He reached out for the phone, grabbed it, dropped it, played an annoying game of hockey with it as it shot out of his grip and sailed around on the very polished floor and he screamed curses at it.
A little out of breath and a little jittery from nerves, he punched in Tom’s number and tried to remember breathing was essential.
“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…” Words poured out of his mouth, and the connection of mouth to brain was pretty tenuous, he hoped he hadn’t just said , “Ya wanna come over and fuck me…”
“…Lex.” One word, one single word and it cut through him like an ice -cold knife and set him on fire too.Lex? Lex. Oh shit.
A voice--*the* voice-- came out of him, perfect and spot on and it made *him* hard. Lex answered, “Yes?” It was Lex’s voice sliding out of his mouth and pouring down the phone line and damn…yeah.
The voice that answered him—oh shit, the things it did to him…“I’ll be there –soon.” Tommy’s voice like silk, like melted chocolate, like cream-- like sex. Like Clark.
“Hurry…Clark,” and click—buzz….
~fin~
heh...*shrug*
Now, I've come back with the second half of this...like ta see it?
Here it is!
LEX
Mike woke up; stretched, and scratched his chest—what the fuck—he looked down, —I don’t remember getting shaved…? Looked up and around the room…fuck is this? And jumped a mile when a big hot hand fell on his thigh.
“Lex…you’re awake….” A voice thick with sleep, a voice he knew really well and really should not be coming from his side in bed. Heat rose along his side and then a smooth slide of warm skin, oh shit….
“Tom?” he squeaked. There was rapid movement and suddenly Tom was staring at him, looking kind of pissed, actually and—fuck. Were his eyes red? God damn… his irises…why the hell was Tom in bed with him and why was he wearing flame contacts?
“Who’s Tom?”
Mike stared at him. He really didn’t remember any part of the story line where he ended up naked in bed with Clark. And Tom was definitely in character—more than usual, it seemed. He had that big old doofy innocent Clark look, all wide eyes and pouty lipped, and shit…his cock perked up.
Yeah.
Clark did it for him. Pathetic.
Wait.
Naked Clark—in bed next to him—ow. Could someone get that hard that quickly and still think?
His hands flew over his cock trying to hide his hard on but Tom’s nose flared and he grinned, and rose to his knees in the bed.
Nude. All nude. Everything.
Mike wondered if Tom could hear the sound of brain cells exploding.
Damn…he knew Tom was big—that scene in the tank, when he was wearing those stupid red shorts—shit, that had been one hard scene to film, what with the near constant boner…Tom had a beautiful cock, a delicious cock. Wow, and wanted to share it.
“Lex, why are you trying to hide?? You know I can see you…come on sweetie, let go,” he said coaxingly as he pulled at Mike’s hands.
“Tom?” Mike asked unbelieving. His brain was beginning to shut down as other parts of his body tried to dominate. “Clark?” he stuttered.
“Lex, what’s wrong, you’re making me nervous...are you okay? Don’t you want to... you know,” he grinned and blushed faintly and Mike groaned again. God, he had no idea what happened here but he’d eat his own fist if that was Tom, it was fucking Clark Kent, the Clark of his dreams and he didn’t know how and he didn’t care because from the looks of things there was a good chance he was going to screw Clark Kent and no way was he messing that up. Fuck all, this was a great dream!
Mike tried to think “Lex” style and of course his brain was empty—wait, relax, relax—right. Clark’s cock was an inch from his nose. No relaxing here.
“Lex, I wanna, umm, fuck you.” Clark grinned at him and blushed bright red and looked so fucking sweet and innocent and like hot nasty sex personified. Mike’s eyes shut by themselves and he groaned—wait, whatthey shot open again, “Me—fuck--what? No!” He stuttered. Get fucked? Hell no! and Clark’s face fell.
"I’m-I’m sorry—I didn’t do it right? You don’t want me?” He started to back off the bed and Mike grabbed his arm—“Hey! Where are you going? No--no, I’m sure you were fine, it’s just—I don’t –you know…get fucked. I *knew* Lex did. It’s obvious,” he said thoughtfully. “He's so whipped by everyone… definitely used to getting fucked…”
Clark’s eyes got bigger and he looked at Mike worriedly. “Lex…are…are you okay?”
“Oh! Hey, Tom—*Clark*! Don’t pay any attention to me! I’m just--” He wrapped a fist around himself. “Cock?” He offered.
Clark’s forehead and nose wrinkled up in that look Mike knew was supposed to mean puzzled and yet heavy thought, and barely stopped himself from going “Awwww.” And he knew he blew it. It wasn’t likely Lex would wave his cock at his lover like it was a snowcone, and damn it--right now he really, *really* wanted the blowjob of his fantasies, he’d dreamed of those lips wrapped around him, he’d nearly embarrassed himself a million times almost yelling out his name and now—he was *this* close to being able to scream it at the top of his lungs…Fix it! Fix it now! , his body screamed at him. .
Locking his eyes on the lips that played a starring role in most of his fantasies, he let his voice drop a little and drawled “Clark, why are you all the way over here, when you should be,” he stroked his hand over the sheet next to him and ended the movement right above his groin, “here?”
Clark beamed and was on him in an instant, and the hottest mouth in the world swallowed him down to the root.
“Yow! I mean—oh god, good! So good!” Mike’s eyes rolled back and in his mind he chanted, thank you Lex, thank you Lex—this kid was unbelievable.
Ten really embarrassingly loud minutes later, he was face down on what were very, very nice sheets, very soft, he thought. <>Fuck, I am so yoinking these sheets—why the fuck don’t they give me the sheets instead of the fucking water—oh! Ooohhh—tongue…good…</> “To—Clark, oh god, that’s, that’s…”
Clark’s tongue on him, in him, ThankyouLexthankyouLex—Mike thought he just might have to create a religion called Thank You Lex—because Lex needed to be worshipped, the bastard---he taught Clark well.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Lex.”
Oh, heeeell yeah! “Clark, I---okay, yes.” Mike tried not to tense, and suddenly, pressure turned into fire, it hurt for an instant, by the time he’d gotten breath to yell, it turned into a groan and fire turned into—more fire but good…so good.
If this was a dream, there was no fucking way he was going to wake up…not even with that ringing… ringing… shit someone answer the phone damn it.
And he was alone in his own bed, on cotton sheets that felt like sandpaper, and the alarm shrieking in his ear. He had a hard on and really? Not very happy.
He stared at the ceiling for a while and waited for his blood to redistribute itself about his body. It took a while –don’t think of a white polar bear kind of effect…
Mike rolled over on to his side. Shit. I’m going for it—what the hell, the worst he can do is kill me. Or beat me to a pulp. Or make my life a living hell…
He reached out for the phone, grabbed it, dropped it, played an annoying game of hockey with it as it shot out of his grip and sailed around on the very polished floor and he screamed curses at it.
A little out of breath and a little jittery from nerves, he punched in Tom’s number and tried to remember breathing was essential.
“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…” Words poured out of his mouth, and the connection of mouth to brain was pretty tenuous, he hoped he hadn’t just said , “Ya wanna come over and fuck me…”
“…Lex.” One word, one single word and it cut through him like an ice -cold knife and set him on fire too.Lex? Lex. Oh shit.
A voice--*the* voice-- came out of him, perfect and spot on and it made *him* hard. Lex answered, “Yes?” It was Lex’s voice sliding out of his mouth and pouring down the phone line and damn…yeah.
The voice that answered him—oh shit, the things it did to him…“I’ll be there –soon.” Tommy’s voice like silk, like melted chocolate, like cream-- like sex. Like Clark.
“Hurry…Clark,” and click—buzz….
~fin~
heh...*shrug*
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"No--wait--I don't--well, okay."
Hee!
Yes, definitely another sequel.
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*waits for more drive by silliness* ;-)
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Incredibly hot, sweetheart.
I agree with everyone else, I want more of this story.
*flutters eyelashes and offers cookies*
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Ah, so good.
:)
You roxor, and that was funny and hot all at once.
*bounce*
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Well...
Thanks.
*swoons*
xoxo,
Monica
Re: Well...
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LOLLLLLLLLLLLL. The thought of Lex going "cock?" is just the most hysterical thing EVER. Lex, Michael, whatever. "Cock?" BWA!
Third part!
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Corinna J
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