Just for Mikey Month—a kinda sorta RPS.

[roxy]

emrinalexander has the keys to the cabana boy dorm, and this is part of my insidious plan to lift them, I’ll blind her with porn and then...mooo-hahaha! *rubs hands together in evil Mr. Burns -like way*

Remember, mum’s the word…



Lex could feel sweat roll down his back, he left it building up on his forehead and dipped his head, catching Clark’s eyes, wide and frightened, beautiful sea-green eyes locked on his.
His voice was hoarse and low, trembled a little when he asked, “What do I do now, Lex?”

“Anything. Nothing. Whatever you want Clark, whatever you’re comfortable with.” Lex replied and begged silently that he’d continue.

Clark’s eyes closed for a second. “I want to do this.” His big warm hand cupped Lex, and the heat traveled up his spine and flooded his brain and for a moment he couldn’t think.

“It’s—it’s okay, Clark,” he gasped and Clark moved his zipper down with agonizing slowness, touched his dick behind the thin barrier of silk, and ran his finger from root to head and his dick tried to follow it. He groaned and Clark leaned forward, Lex could feel his lips move in a smile against him, his tongue licked at him through the silk, and Lex couldn’t hold in a moan. “Please…”

Clark pulled pants and briefs down swiftly, releasing his dick, already so hard and drooling--Clark stared at him, almost as if he were memorizing every bit of him. Lex moaned quietly, the intensity of the look was almost a physical touch. Clark took him in an enormous hand, and placed a tentative kiss on the wet tip. Lex jerked hard and clenched his teeth, he thought he may have heard an “mmm.” Jerked again—that was too hot…

Slowly Clark explored him, licking him like an ice-cream cone, twisting his tongue around the crown, touching, stroking, carefully at first and then more boldly, finally letting his mouth ease over the head, and Lex summoned massive amounts of willpower not to grab handfuls of his hair and fuck his mouth…Clark began dipping up and down, suction easing and increasing. Lex felt every muscle in his body tighten and quiver and he prayed for control—not yet! Not yet!

Clark sat back on his heels, pulling slowly away until Lex’s dick sat, spit slick and jerking on the end of his tongue, Lex could feel a warm trail from ridge to tip as Clark’s tongue pulled completely away and then heat as his hand tightened around him, began jerking him hard and fast. Lex closed his eyes and listened to the wet slap—so obscene so hot—and Clark whispered, “Do you want me to keep jerking you off, make you come on my face?”

No, no, wait a minute—Clark wouldn’t say that….

“Fuck my throat Lex, please?”

No, no, not virginal enough…

Clark sucked his dick back into the wet heat of his mouth, Lex trembled and groaned, Clark worked him deeper and deeper until he was swallowing around him, squeezing him in his throat—Lex felt the familiar rush of heavy heat fill him—he hung on the edge, Clarks throat, his tongue, was torturing him, making him yell, making him beg and still he hung on the edge, painful and good, so good…


BANG BANG—“Mike! We’re heading for makeup—you coming?”

Fuck! “Yes!” Oh shit—“Yes!” Like a fucking freight train—god damn it!

“You okay, Mike? You don’t sound good.” The door rattled. “Your door’s locked.”

Oh, damn, is it? Go on ahead, I’ll be right there, Tom”

“Heey, are you alone in there?”

“Don’t worry about it Mr. Married Man.”

He heard a chuckle and then---silence.

“Wheeew.” He leaned against the kitchen counter and breathed—in, out, letting his heart rate even out. Looked down at his hand and grimaced. Okay—tissues, tissues here would have been a good thing.

He rolled to face the sink in the tiny trailer kitchenette and washed his hands. Checked himself to see if he was spooge –free, and got ready to head to make-up. Okay—ready once again to face the day. Shooting scenes with Tom always required a little more prep time than others.

He headed for the door, stopped to check himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Ah, Bobo, he smiled at himself in the mirror. You are one sick motherfucker—but it’s more fun that way, he winked at himself, blew himself a kiss and breezed out the door.

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Ah, thanks for the spit take! *wipes screen* Hmmm--I do kind of like that idea...yers....