A Dark and Stormy Night?
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justabi's bored and alonesome. awww. She wanted some smut. Well a story but you know me...
Oh shit.He jerked to a stop, swallowed a yelp. He struggled not to make a sound, to breathe evenly.
Lex was on his expensive leather couch, his expensive wool trousers around oh god his ankles, his eyes were closed, and his hand was…wrapped around his—oh god oh god. He was jerking off. Oh no, oh no.
He shifted so he could see better.
His hand sneaked towards his own crotch and he watched Lex’s hand stroke, from root to tip, slowly drawing his hand up, his long elegant fingers lovingly cupping the tip, his thumb sliding over the head, pressing slightly—he gasped and Clark jumped.
He squeezed himself. Oh…god….
“God,” Clark whispered aloud and blushed, made ready to bolt if Lex heard him, but Lex only groaned louder and stroked harder, faster and –geez, the flickering blue light coming from the TV made him look like an angel underwater, his hand was all shiny and gleamed wetly in the low light…damn.
Clark quietly unsnapped his jeans, eased the zipper down; he slid his hand in slowly over his belly, down…teasing himself as well. The touch of his own hand made him bite his lip—.Lex!
He leaned back in the shadows where Lex would be less likely to see him. He spread his knees and pressed his back against the doorframe. A long deep sigh drew Clark’s attention to Lex, to his mouth, open and gleaming in the light. Clark licked his lips and imagined attacking those lips.
Lex began lifting himself into the stroke, moaning but not loudly enough to cover the slick wet sound of his hand smacking against his belly, Clark stared hard, leaning farther and farther forward until he was nearly on tiptoes, straining for a better look, he began moving his hand trying to match Lex’s rhythm, imagining that it was Lex’s hand on him too, or that it was him wringing those incredible noises out of Lex—Clark groaned, deep low…oh god, he wanted to touch him so much… his dick twitched and leaked in his palm, and his breath got heavier and Lex suddenly stiffened all over and his hips rose from the couch, and Clark could see pearly fluid spurt up and over, Lex grunted as his dick jerked and spurt and Clark couldn’t stop himself. He filled his hand and moaned low as he could, “Lex—oh god….”
“Clark?”
Oh Fuck! Clark stepped back into the darkness of the hall. He could see a puzzled, embarrassed…hopeful?—look on Lex’s face. Lex was opening his mouth again; Clark heard the beginning of his name on his lips, “Cla—“ and was gone, flying down the stairs and back to the farm and in his bedroom, in bed and pillow over his head before Lex finished, “--ark?"
justabi's bored and alonesome. awww. She wanted some smut. Well a story but you know me...Oh shit.He jerked to a stop, swallowed a yelp. He struggled not to make a sound, to breathe evenly.
Lex was on his expensive leather couch, his expensive wool trousers around oh god his ankles, his eyes were closed, and his hand was…wrapped around his—oh god oh god. He was jerking off. Oh no, oh no.
He shifted so he could see better.
His hand sneaked towards his own crotch and he watched Lex’s hand stroke, from root to tip, slowly drawing his hand up, his long elegant fingers lovingly cupping the tip, his thumb sliding over the head, pressing slightly—he gasped and Clark jumped.
He squeezed himself. Oh…god….
“God,” Clark whispered aloud and blushed, made ready to bolt if Lex heard him, but Lex only groaned louder and stroked harder, faster and –geez, the flickering blue light coming from the TV made him look like an angel underwater, his hand was all shiny and gleamed wetly in the low light…damn.
Clark quietly unsnapped his jeans, eased the zipper down; he slid his hand in slowly over his belly, down…teasing himself as well. The touch of his own hand made him bite his lip—.Lex!
He leaned back in the shadows where Lex would be less likely to see him. He spread his knees and pressed his back against the doorframe. A long deep sigh drew Clark’s attention to Lex, to his mouth, open and gleaming in the light. Clark licked his lips and imagined attacking those lips.
Lex began lifting himself into the stroke, moaning but not loudly enough to cover the slick wet sound of his hand smacking against his belly, Clark stared hard, leaning farther and farther forward until he was nearly on tiptoes, straining for a better look, he began moving his hand trying to match Lex’s rhythm, imagining that it was Lex’s hand on him too, or that it was him wringing those incredible noises out of Lex—Clark groaned, deep low…oh god, he wanted to touch him so much… his dick twitched and leaked in his palm, and his breath got heavier and Lex suddenly stiffened all over and his hips rose from the couch, and Clark could see pearly fluid spurt up and over, Lex grunted as his dick jerked and spurt and Clark couldn’t stop himself. He filled his hand and moaned low as he could, “Lex—oh god….”
“Clark?”
Oh Fuck! Clark stepped back into the darkness of the hall. He could see a puzzled, embarrassed…hopeful?—look on Lex’s face. Lex was opening his mouth again; Clark heard the beginning of his name on his lips, “Cla—“ and was gone, flying down the stairs and back to the farm and in his bedroom, in bed and pillow over his head before Lex finished, “--ark?"
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8/5/05 05:15 am (UTC)(Translation: Mere words are wholly inadequate to express how awesome it is to find this at the top of my flist.)
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8/5/05 07:05 am (UTC)Oh, that is so good! You know - that almost reminds me of my meeting with sys adm - getting caught in the act. Only this is entirely different and better.
Umm. Of course, does Lex visits Clark in hte loft next day to ask if he was only imagining things?
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8/5/05 11:33 am (UTC)*bg*
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8/5/05 11:49 am (UTC)wishful thinking about sys admin's bossunexplainable train of thoughts that occured after the meeting I was refering to.(no subject)
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8/5/05 01:03 pm (UTC)What a nice visual! :-)
Hello
8/5/05 01:22 pm (UTC)That being said 'shy and coy farmboy' has a certain 'ring' to it!
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8/5/05 04:41 pm (UTC)I don't really do the short thing that often, this is mostly a place for long ass kind of angsty stuff, but welcome aboard!
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8/5/05 02:47 pm (UTC)And now do we get Lex going to see Clark to find out if it was really him and catching Clark reliving the experience?
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Thank you!
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1/17/13 04:12 am (UTC)*GUH*
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