L&C Do Europe
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roxy All previous parts are here, enjoying fava beans with a nice chianti.
Welcome to part 11 of this little trip. Now, I want you all to click your heels together three times and say, “there’s no stuff like porn, there’s no stuff like porn!” and maybe we’ll get some. ‘Cause not happening here tonight. *sigh* These boys are getting harder and harder to get together. So, in the interest of sex happiness, we’re going to cut our Italian journey short. It’s okay, it’ll be…improved. *nods*. Really.
Love you!
When The Moon Hits Your Eye…
Late that evening they decided to have dinner in the village after Emilio assured them the restaurant there was truly excellent, and the owners were lovely people.
Clark chose one of the outfits Lex had bought for him in France to wear. Clark was proud of himself, since their big shopping trip, he’d only worn the clothes Lex bought him. True, Lex usually asked him to wear a specific item or outfit, but tonight he didn’t and Clark thought he was looking damn good plus Lex would be happy he was dressed nice.
Lex was already in the car, in the drivers seat when Clark joined them on the driveway. Emilio leaped into the back seat, and Clark waited awkwardly for a moment before getting in next to Lex. He turned to the guy sprawled across the back. “Are you sure that you don’t want to be up in the front?” he asked. “I feel kind of weird since it’s your car…”
Lex looked at him from the side of his eye and Emilio laughed. “No, no this is fine!” As Lex drove the winding road Emilio chatted with Clark, Lex having won the keys from him in some way Emilio didn’t specify but Clark’s active imagination was more than happy to provide images for. Clark hated his imagination.
Once in town, they were herded into a quaint little restaurant and Lex asked Clark if he was ready to continue his lessons in regional cuisine. Clark eyed him suspiciously and Lex swore up and down that he wasn’t about to order any animal entrails for him ever again, unless Clark asked. Clark snorted. The idea that he’d order animal innards on purpose was just ridiculous. Lex refrained from mentioning hotdogs and their ingredients.
Emilio ordered wine for Lex, himself *and* Clark.
“One small glass, Clark, a little wine is good for the blood! You’re old enough.”
Clark was not going to be considered a baby by this guy, no way. He got his glass over vehement protest from Lex--which earned him a hand being slapped by Emilio—and Clark wished that he’d had a camera to record the moment of shock on Lex’s face and the evil look he’d gotten from him when he’d burst into laughter….
They toasted each other, and Clark brought the glass to his lips, hesitated as the scent teased his nose, remembering the reaction he’d had to the wine Stooge Girl had given him, but surely that had been a fluke… he decided what the heck—it was only one glass—one tiny glass. It couldn’t hurt…
Dinner passed by in a blur, a fun giggly happy blur. Emilio was a really cool guy, he really was. Lex—Lex was kind of a poop. He really tried to be a buzzkill. Thank goodness Emilio had it together, at least someone else knew how to have fun. By the end of the evening, Clark and Emilio were singing some amusing song and Emilio was teaching him Italian that would come in real handy at a club…or a brothel or something. Clark’s sides hurt from laughing and his cheeks were flushed and the owners made a fuss over him, stuffing him with food. All the while Lex stared at him so hard, he couldn’t take another glass of wine, no matter how much Emilio insisted,—those stormy gray eyes were burning a hole in him.
They made their way back to the car; Clark leaning all over Emilio as the world around him did swoops and dives. It made Clark laugh and Emilio laughed right along with him. Lex was so furious Clark imagined he could see steam pouring from his ears, and it made him laugh harder and made the sane part of him cringe with guilt. Lex, poor Lex, he’d make it up to him. He told Lex so at length, wrapping his arms around him and raining kisses on his lovely bald head—so smooth, so hot….
It took both men to drag Clark to his bedroom—on the way he had to stop and marvel at the beauty of the tile floor, the amazing cunning detail of the dining room table, the brilliance of the door jambs, they were just too clever, the way the slabs of wood fit into the openings…Lex seemed to completely loose it when he tried to explain to him how fabulous the light switches were—gosh, he was really being a poop, really. Emilio on the other hand, was just as fascinated and just as impressed as he was, such an understanding guy, Emilio, and he had really, really soft lips. Nice hands too, and his fingers tasted good.
Then Lex was pulling him by his hair. Or maybe he was stroking his head--Clark wasn’t really sure what happened after they made it to his bedroom. Or almost to his bedroom, they made it as far as his door and suddenly—he was sprinting to the bathroom and everything he ate that day came violently back up. He gagged and puked and puked again, his stomach was doing it’s best to flatten and turn inside out at the same time. Tears streamed down his face from the strain-he bent forward and did his level best to throw his stomach and kidneys and intestines out through his throat….he could just hear concerned voices in the background, he tried to let Lex know he was okay but the words sounded vaguely like hoorg—hoowarg. Now Lex was yelling and there was door slamming and things breaking.
Clark hung over the toilet bowl and breathed heavily, alert for the waves of nausea that signaled his stomach trying to leave his body once again. His eyes were screwed shut and in the back of his head, way down under his brain a little voice said, ‘feel this tiny little poke? It’s gonna be an axe in your brains in a little bit—just thought you’d want to know….’
A wet cloth swept across his forehead and stayed there, held by a kind hand. The cloth was cool and the hand that held it warm and soothing. It curved over his brow in a way that fit perfectly, cradling his head and even over the foul smell he picked up the clean scent of Lex.
“Are you okay?” Clark nodded silently.
“Think you’re done vomiting?”
Clark winced hard, and nodded again.
“Good. I hope you learned something tonight, Clark.” Clark nodded. He learned that pasta on a plate looked delicious, floating in a toilet bowl, it looked like death. He gagged again, his shoulders shook a little as his abused stomach spewed bile into the toilet and wonderfully hot hands held his shoulders, rubbed his back and soothing words flowed over his ears. He needed comfort words so much at that moment and when Lex said “Poor Clark,” he nearly cried. Thank goodness his eyes were still closed. He moaned when the heat went away, and then a damp cloth wiped his face again, it wiped his neck and his mouth.
“Come on,” Lex said. And Clark stood obediently and followed Lex back to the bedroom. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest and silently watched as Lex turned down his bed, and lifted his arms like a little kid so Lex could take off his shirt and lifted his legs dutifully one by one so Lex could take his pants off. He led Clark to the bed and laid him down, pulled the cool sheets over his body. Hot as Clark was, he still craved the heat of Lex’s hand on his burning head. Lex seemed to read his mind and cupped Clark’s forehead again and when he tried to move away Clark grabbed his hand, almost too hard for a moment, and said clearly, “I love you Lex. I love you.”
Lex nodded and his mouth twisted into a smile. One of those smiles that Clark recognized, his Daddy smile. “Sure. I know you do Clark.”
Clark’s forehead wrinkled, he opened his mouth to protest.
No really, I do. I really ‘love you’ love you. I want to kiss you. He pulled Lex forward, and their lips met in a long deep kiss, so warm, so wet, Clark sighed happily and Lex moved to his neck and sucked and bit him gently. Lex stroked his shoulders and Clark rolled onto his back, letting Lex touch him everywhere. Oh, oh, that feels so good, he said. And Lex laughed a little and drew his fingertips up the length of his dick, said I know, I love it too, I love touching you. You feel like silk, you make my fingers shiver. He swirled his fingers around the tip and Clark groaned. Lex stared into Clark’s eyes. I love you more than anything in the world, Clark.
Clark said Oh crap, Lex, this is a goddamn dream isn’t it? and woke up.
He stared upwards, and the ceiling above his head was much nicer than then the one at home, there was so much to look at, the beams, the wood, the way the sunlight made little dust motes dance and gleam—it was nearly enough to distract him from the gremlins trying to take the top of his head off with rusty chainsaws.
Clark made a solemn vow never to drink again. Alcohol obviously reacted in a horribly unpleasant non-human way in his non-human system. He’d learned his lesson, painfully, agonizingly. He winced. Humans were lucky they didn’t go through this, he thought and groaned at a particularly vicious stab of pain in his eyeballs. He felt enormously sorry for himself, not only was he in pain, not only had something pooped *and* died on his tongue, but man, Lex was going to give him hell, too—oh. Oh God.
Lex…had he really slobbered all over his head like that? Had he really kissed Emilio? He begged mentally, God, please let that be a dream and while we’re on the subject, what’s the deal with making life such a suck fest anyway? He rolled to his side carefully and groaned. At least thank goodness, he hadn’t done anything noticeably alien…
Continued in part 13
eta: not only can i not spell, i can't count....
Welcome to part 11 of this little trip. Now, I want you all to click your heels together three times and say, “there’s no stuff like porn, there’s no stuff like porn!” and maybe we’ll get some. ‘Cause not happening here tonight. *sigh* These boys are getting harder and harder to get together. So, in the interest of sex happiness, we’re going to cut our Italian journey short. It’s okay, it’ll be…improved. *nods*. Really.
Love you!
When The Moon Hits Your Eye…
Late that evening they decided to have dinner in the village after Emilio assured them the restaurant there was truly excellent, and the owners were lovely people.
Clark chose one of the outfits Lex had bought for him in France to wear. Clark was proud of himself, since their big shopping trip, he’d only worn the clothes Lex bought him. True, Lex usually asked him to wear a specific item or outfit, but tonight he didn’t and Clark thought he was looking damn good plus Lex would be happy he was dressed nice.
Lex was already in the car, in the drivers seat when Clark joined them on the driveway. Emilio leaped into the back seat, and Clark waited awkwardly for a moment before getting in next to Lex. He turned to the guy sprawled across the back. “Are you sure that you don’t want to be up in the front?” he asked. “I feel kind of weird since it’s your car…”
Lex looked at him from the side of his eye and Emilio laughed. “No, no this is fine!” As Lex drove the winding road Emilio chatted with Clark, Lex having won the keys from him in some way Emilio didn’t specify but Clark’s active imagination was more than happy to provide images for. Clark hated his imagination.
Once in town, they were herded into a quaint little restaurant and Lex asked Clark if he was ready to continue his lessons in regional cuisine. Clark eyed him suspiciously and Lex swore up and down that he wasn’t about to order any animal entrails for him ever again, unless Clark asked. Clark snorted. The idea that he’d order animal innards on purpose was just ridiculous. Lex refrained from mentioning hotdogs and their ingredients.
Emilio ordered wine for Lex, himself *and* Clark.
“One small glass, Clark, a little wine is good for the blood! You’re old enough.”
Clark was not going to be considered a baby by this guy, no way. He got his glass over vehement protest from Lex--which earned him a hand being slapped by Emilio—and Clark wished that he’d had a camera to record the moment of shock on Lex’s face and the evil look he’d gotten from him when he’d burst into laughter….
They toasted each other, and Clark brought the glass to his lips, hesitated as the scent teased his nose, remembering the reaction he’d had to the wine Stooge Girl had given him, but surely that had been a fluke… he decided what the heck—it was only one glass—one tiny glass. It couldn’t hurt…
Dinner passed by in a blur, a fun giggly happy blur. Emilio was a really cool guy, he really was. Lex—Lex was kind of a poop. He really tried to be a buzzkill. Thank goodness Emilio had it together, at least someone else knew how to have fun. By the end of the evening, Clark and Emilio were singing some amusing song and Emilio was teaching him Italian that would come in real handy at a club…or a brothel or something. Clark’s sides hurt from laughing and his cheeks were flushed and the owners made a fuss over him, stuffing him with food. All the while Lex stared at him so hard, he couldn’t take another glass of wine, no matter how much Emilio insisted,—those stormy gray eyes were burning a hole in him.
They made their way back to the car; Clark leaning all over Emilio as the world around him did swoops and dives. It made Clark laugh and Emilio laughed right along with him. Lex was so furious Clark imagined he could see steam pouring from his ears, and it made him laugh harder and made the sane part of him cringe with guilt. Lex, poor Lex, he’d make it up to him. He told Lex so at length, wrapping his arms around him and raining kisses on his lovely bald head—so smooth, so hot….
It took both men to drag Clark to his bedroom—on the way he had to stop and marvel at the beauty of the tile floor, the amazing cunning detail of the dining room table, the brilliance of the door jambs, they were just too clever, the way the slabs of wood fit into the openings…Lex seemed to completely loose it when he tried to explain to him how fabulous the light switches were—gosh, he was really being a poop, really. Emilio on the other hand, was just as fascinated and just as impressed as he was, such an understanding guy, Emilio, and he had really, really soft lips. Nice hands too, and his fingers tasted good.
Then Lex was pulling him by his hair. Or maybe he was stroking his head--Clark wasn’t really sure what happened after they made it to his bedroom. Or almost to his bedroom, they made it as far as his door and suddenly—he was sprinting to the bathroom and everything he ate that day came violently back up. He gagged and puked and puked again, his stomach was doing it’s best to flatten and turn inside out at the same time. Tears streamed down his face from the strain-he bent forward and did his level best to throw his stomach and kidneys and intestines out through his throat….he could just hear concerned voices in the background, he tried to let Lex know he was okay but the words sounded vaguely like hoorg—hoowarg. Now Lex was yelling and there was door slamming and things breaking.
Clark hung over the toilet bowl and breathed heavily, alert for the waves of nausea that signaled his stomach trying to leave his body once again. His eyes were screwed shut and in the back of his head, way down under his brain a little voice said, ‘feel this tiny little poke? It’s gonna be an axe in your brains in a little bit—just thought you’d want to know….’
A wet cloth swept across his forehead and stayed there, held by a kind hand. The cloth was cool and the hand that held it warm and soothing. It curved over his brow in a way that fit perfectly, cradling his head and even over the foul smell he picked up the clean scent of Lex.
“Are you okay?” Clark nodded silently.
“Think you’re done vomiting?”
Clark winced hard, and nodded again.
“Good. I hope you learned something tonight, Clark.” Clark nodded. He learned that pasta on a plate looked delicious, floating in a toilet bowl, it looked like death. He gagged again, his shoulders shook a little as his abused stomach spewed bile into the toilet and wonderfully hot hands held his shoulders, rubbed his back and soothing words flowed over his ears. He needed comfort words so much at that moment and when Lex said “Poor Clark,” he nearly cried. Thank goodness his eyes were still closed. He moaned when the heat went away, and then a damp cloth wiped his face again, it wiped his neck and his mouth.
“Come on,” Lex said. And Clark stood obediently and followed Lex back to the bedroom. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest and silently watched as Lex turned down his bed, and lifted his arms like a little kid so Lex could take off his shirt and lifted his legs dutifully one by one so Lex could take his pants off. He led Clark to the bed and laid him down, pulled the cool sheets over his body. Hot as Clark was, he still craved the heat of Lex’s hand on his burning head. Lex seemed to read his mind and cupped Clark’s forehead again and when he tried to move away Clark grabbed his hand, almost too hard for a moment, and said clearly, “I love you Lex. I love you.”
Lex nodded and his mouth twisted into a smile. One of those smiles that Clark recognized, his Daddy smile. “Sure. I know you do Clark.”
Clark’s forehead wrinkled, he opened his mouth to protest.
No really, I do. I really ‘love you’ love you. I want to kiss you. He pulled Lex forward, and their lips met in a long deep kiss, so warm, so wet, Clark sighed happily and Lex moved to his neck and sucked and bit him gently. Lex stroked his shoulders and Clark rolled onto his back, letting Lex touch him everywhere. Oh, oh, that feels so good, he said. And Lex laughed a little and drew his fingertips up the length of his dick, said I know, I love it too, I love touching you. You feel like silk, you make my fingers shiver. He swirled his fingers around the tip and Clark groaned. Lex stared into Clark’s eyes. I love you more than anything in the world, Clark.
Clark said Oh crap, Lex, this is a goddamn dream isn’t it? and woke up.
He stared upwards, and the ceiling above his head was much nicer than then the one at home, there was so much to look at, the beams, the wood, the way the sunlight made little dust motes dance and gleam—it was nearly enough to distract him from the gremlins trying to take the top of his head off with rusty chainsaws.
Clark made a solemn vow never to drink again. Alcohol obviously reacted in a horribly unpleasant non-human way in his non-human system. He’d learned his lesson, painfully, agonizingly. He winced. Humans were lucky they didn’t go through this, he thought and groaned at a particularly vicious stab of pain in his eyeballs. He felt enormously sorry for himself, not only was he in pain, not only had something pooped *and* died on his tongue, but man, Lex was going to give him hell, too—oh. Oh God.
Lex…had he really slobbered all over his head like that? Had he really kissed Emilio? He begged mentally, God, please let that be a dream and while we’re on the subject, what’s the deal with making life such a suck fest anyway? He rolled to his side carefully and groaned. At least thank goodness, he hadn’t done anything noticeably alien…
Continued in part 13
eta: not only can i not spell, i can't count....
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7/18/05 11:49 pm (UTC)BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
No, I'm sooooo not sorry! He's hysterical, I can just picture he and Emilio and Lex with steam pouring out his ears....
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7/19/05 12:40 am (UTC)Clark, I totally TOTALLY know what you are going through - Italian table wine is bad bad news. When I was in Italy (Venice) I got just about as drunk as I have ever in my life gotten before, or since. The room was spinning and then the pasta decided that my stomach was not where it wanted to be any more.
Poor Lex with a randy newly in love Clark - he must be going nuts trying to be good. Hee
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7/19/05 02:12 pm (UTC)Lex will have his day, soon. pretty soon. :)
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7/19/05 01:29 am (UTC)But poor Lex, the steam, it was probably shot of his ears like rockets during the kiss
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7/19/05 01:38 am (UTC)But poor Clark. *pets him quietly*
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7/19/05 02:39 pm (UTC)The poor boys need some alone time together, where they can relax and let things start to happen. *gets dreamy look*
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7/19/05 02:01 am (UTC)Poor poor Clarky!
And poor Lex too, getting all slobbered on!
*snickers*
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7/19/05 02:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/19/05 03:05 am (UTC)Alas, that sentence started out so well, and ended so sadly. *sniff*
I think we've seen Clark have alcohol in canon, but I bet he's never had *red wine* with all its tricksy chemicals before. (though, note to Clark: never try tequila, 'kay?)
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7/19/05 02:02 pm (UTC)Whew...sorry, sorry, let me catch my breath. Where were we? *grin*
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7/19/05 04:17 am (UTC)But Clark - kissing Lex's head!!
Heeeeeee!!
*bounce*
Dude.
I so love it.
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7/19/05 08:08 am (UTC)i feel totally torn now...
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7/19/05 08:51 am (UTC)Clark said Oh crap, Lex, this is a goddamn dream isn’t it? and woke up.
Aww, Claaaaaaaaark!
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7/19/05 09:48 am (UTC)Clark's crazy alien metabolism is fantastic, although I don't think Lex would agree if Clark was kissing Emilio.
Poor boys.
*taps heels together and wishes for porn*
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7/19/05 02:18 pm (UTC)What? I'm an impatient brat, what can I say? *biggrin*
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7/19/05 05:05 pm (UTC)Please keep up the fabulous work!=)
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