...the smell of Clex in the morning.
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roxypart the sixth of Now and Later.Heh.
March 2005
“Ok, I’ll meet you by the bar,” Mark yelled in his ear. Clark nodded to let him know that he’d heard and began working his way toward it. He was never very comfortable in a club without Mark by his side; it just wasn’t something he cared to do. But Mark enjoyed it, and Clark didn’t mind doing it for him, once in a while. He leaned against a stool and watched the crowd, it was one thing he did kind of like. He felt a little like a xenobiologist, observing the mating habits of an alien species, which, if he really thought about it, was in no way funny. Clark sighed heavily, and checked the ever-moving crowd for the sight of Mark’s wild shock of dark hair. He spotted him easily; the two of them topped nearly everyone here. ‘One of the advantages of having a tall boyfriend’ he grinned to himself. Mark was speaking to someone that Clark couldn’t quite see, he saw him smiling and shaking his head. Curious, because it was rare for Mark to speak to someone they didn’t both know, he asked who it was as Mark came up.
“I don’t know, somebody who thought I was someone they knew,” He leaned into Clark, mischief flashing in his green eyes.
“ Jealous? Maybe you need to show me why I shouldn’t stray, hmm?” Clark put his lips against his ear and in a tone that sent a shiver down Mark’s spine, said “Baby, you know what?” Clark ran a hand down his side and let it rest on his hip.
“ Hunh…” Mark pressed his ear harder against Clark’s lips.
“You’re such a maroon!”
“ Ok, officially no longer an item here!” Mark laughed. “ I *used* to go out with some guy named Kent but not any more.” They were still laughing when Mark nudged him and pointed across the bar.” There’s the guy I was talking to. See, he’s cute but he’s definitely no you.” Clark started to look in the direction Mark was pointing; suddenly he knew it was the worst thing he could do, he started to shake his head, but Mark grabbed his chin and swung it around till he was looking where he’d pointed. “See, no contest!”
Fuck. He knew it. He had his arm around some model-clone Barbie and was moving away from them, but Clark knew him, how could he not. Thank God, he hadn’t seen them. There was no way he could deal with him, even now. Clark turned away. He didn’t feel like watching Lex leave.
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Lex drifted around the penthouse not really paying attention to his surroundings. He sipped from the cut crystal glass in his hands, balancing the weight of it between his palms. It had been an …interesting evening. First, he mistook that kid with the nearly shaved head for Clark, but with the long top falling into his eyes, he really did look like him in that light. He sat on the sofa, set the glass on the end table and stretched, rubbing his bare feet into the soft fibers of the carpet. Strange, he never thought about Clark anymore, that much.. ‘lips, wet, hot’’…He was simply a memory of a time spent elsewhere, in a world that was alien to him. He was sorry that Clark and his’ friendship tanked after the Incident. He’d been really surprised at how much he’d missed the kid. And honestly, it kind of hurt when he realized he was probably never going to see him again. It had been a real shock to see him, really him, standing there, nice, till he caught the expression on his face. God, he couldn’t get out fast enough after that, just let him think that he hadn’t been seen. The night had just slid straight to shit, too. His date, Peri “with an I” had been so boring she could have driven a saint to suicide. Shame, because she was just the type he liked, tall, willowy, full lips and green eyes to die for. He imagined her on her knees in front of him, excitement shining in dark lashed eyes, tongue peeking out to touch soft red lips. She’d lean closer, her hot breath on his thigh …
Lex leaned back on the sofa and undid his trousers, sliding them down below his hips. He took himself in his hand, stroking slowly over his erection. He closed his eyes, and went back to his fantasy. *She opened her mouth, tongue sliding out and licking along his length, wringing a sigh from him. He buried his fingers in dark thick hair, as her hands slid up his thighs, rocking him gently in and out. He moaned on each slide in, hot, wet, soft muscular lips, cheeks hollowing on each slow pull out, big hands squeezing, kneading his ass, fingers brushing again and again in the cleft.making him shudder, his breath coming harder, rougher. He looks down into green eyes brimming with emotion, and gasps as he’s pushed back, out of the wet heat and a husky voice commands “Come now, Lex *… His head slammed against the back of the sofa as he came with a breathy yell. Clark’s face faded as he came back to reality, grimacing a bit as he wiped his hand on his belly. He had to admit to himself, that *particular* scenario had been starring in his fantasies more often than he liked to think about. He leaned forward on the sofa and leaned his forehead against his fists. No one should be this confused at this age. Lex got up with a sigh, and padded to the shower. There was nothing he could do, Clark was happy, he’d seen that much. Lex knew he could never have more of him then...this, these strange unhappy fantasies. It was a waste of time to wish for more.
March 2005
“Ok, I’ll meet you by the bar,” Mark yelled in his ear. Clark nodded to let him know that he’d heard and began working his way toward it. He was never very comfortable in a club without Mark by his side; it just wasn’t something he cared to do. But Mark enjoyed it, and Clark didn’t mind doing it for him, once in a while. He leaned against a stool and watched the crowd, it was one thing he did kind of like. He felt a little like a xenobiologist, observing the mating habits of an alien species, which, if he really thought about it, was in no way funny. Clark sighed heavily, and checked the ever-moving crowd for the sight of Mark’s wild shock of dark hair. He spotted him easily; the two of them topped nearly everyone here. ‘One of the advantages of having a tall boyfriend’ he grinned to himself. Mark was speaking to someone that Clark couldn’t quite see, he saw him smiling and shaking his head. Curious, because it was rare for Mark to speak to someone they didn’t both know, he asked who it was as Mark came up.
“I don’t know, somebody who thought I was someone they knew,” He leaned into Clark, mischief flashing in his green eyes.
“ Jealous? Maybe you need to show me why I shouldn’t stray, hmm?” Clark put his lips against his ear and in a tone that sent a shiver down Mark’s spine, said “Baby, you know what?” Clark ran a hand down his side and let it rest on his hip.
“ Hunh…” Mark pressed his ear harder against Clark’s lips.
“You’re such a maroon!”
“ Ok, officially no longer an item here!” Mark laughed. “ I *used* to go out with some guy named Kent but not any more.” They were still laughing when Mark nudged him and pointed across the bar.” There’s the guy I was talking to. See, he’s cute but he’s definitely no you.” Clark started to look in the direction Mark was pointing; suddenly he knew it was the worst thing he could do, he started to shake his head, but Mark grabbed his chin and swung it around till he was looking where he’d pointed. “See, no contest!”
Fuck. He knew it. He had his arm around some model-clone Barbie and was moving away from them, but Clark knew him, how could he not. Thank God, he hadn’t seen them. There was no way he could deal with him, even now. Clark turned away. He didn’t feel like watching Lex leave.
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Lex drifted around the penthouse not really paying attention to his surroundings. He sipped from the cut crystal glass in his hands, balancing the weight of it between his palms. It had been an …interesting evening. First, he mistook that kid with the nearly shaved head for Clark, but with the long top falling into his eyes, he really did look like him in that light. He sat on the sofa, set the glass on the end table and stretched, rubbing his bare feet into the soft fibers of the carpet. Strange, he never thought about Clark anymore, that much.. ‘lips, wet, hot’’…He was simply a memory of a time spent elsewhere, in a world that was alien to him. He was sorry that Clark and his’ friendship tanked after the Incident. He’d been really surprised at how much he’d missed the kid. And honestly, it kind of hurt when he realized he was probably never going to see him again. It had been a real shock to see him, really him, standing there, nice, till he caught the expression on his face. God, he couldn’t get out fast enough after that, just let him think that he hadn’t been seen. The night had just slid straight to shit, too. His date, Peri “with an I” had been so boring she could have driven a saint to suicide. Shame, because she was just the type he liked, tall, willowy, full lips and green eyes to die for. He imagined her on her knees in front of him, excitement shining in dark lashed eyes, tongue peeking out to touch soft red lips. She’d lean closer, her hot breath on his thigh …
Lex leaned back on the sofa and undid his trousers, sliding them down below his hips. He took himself in his hand, stroking slowly over his erection. He closed his eyes, and went back to his fantasy. *She opened her mouth, tongue sliding out and licking along his length, wringing a sigh from him. He buried his fingers in dark thick hair, as her hands slid up his thighs, rocking him gently in and out. He moaned on each slide in, hot, wet, soft muscular lips, cheeks hollowing on each slow pull out, big hands squeezing, kneading his ass, fingers brushing again and again in the cleft.making him shudder, his breath coming harder, rougher. He looks down into green eyes brimming with emotion, and gasps as he’s pushed back, out of the wet heat and a husky voice commands “Come now, Lex *… His head slammed against the back of the sofa as he came with a breathy yell. Clark’s face faded as he came back to reality, grimacing a bit as he wiped his hand on his belly. He had to admit to himself, that *particular* scenario had been starring in his fantasies more often than he liked to think about. He leaned forward on the sofa and leaned his forehead against his fists. No one should be this confused at this age. Lex got up with a sigh, and padded to the shower. There was nothing he could do, Clark was happy, he’d seen that much. Lex knew he could never have more of him then...this, these strange unhappy fantasies. It was a waste of time to wish for more.
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5/16/04 04:29 am (UTC)SURE you do! It'll be fun!
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