roxy. It's the weekend!

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Saaaay, remember a while ago when I asked about posting bits and pieces of stuff I had laying around on the Magic Shiny Picture Machine (I hate getting so technical but...)--well I have this thing here that I started to write for a challenge a while The cuff 'em, er...poke 'em...um...spork em challenge? You know the one. I gave up on this and wrote the Brother Lex and Brother clark one instead.

So here-- it's not nearly as crappy as I recalled! Please to be enjoying this slightly re-warmed fic!

Clark sat on the edge of the couch in Lex’s bedroom and called out to him.
“So—how long are you going to be gone this time?”

“Oh, a week, not long. I have a few meetings, and one or two dinner engagements and a real date…”

Clark could hear the smile in Lex’s voice as he said ‘real date’. He laughed dutifully and ignored the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. It upset him sometimes—being around Lex had made him too aware of himself, his body, and the absolute reality of Lex appeal…and there was nothing he could do about it.

All the looks and touches and flat out flirtation was just Lex’s way of communicating--he’d seen him flirt with seventy year old women with as much gusto and enjoyment as with twenty year old girls—and guys. He flirted outrageously with every one.

Clark had no clue—was Lex gay—was he bi? And why couldn’t that be a question you could ask easily?

Hey Lex, do you like tea or coffee? Sugar or unsweetened? Dick or… Clark snorted. Okay, that was a little weird.

He sat back against the couch and closed his eyes, waited for Lex to step out of his closet dressed to the nines as always.

When Lex stepped out, he had a low…no, *low* riding jeans on and an open dress shirt.

“Wow—I mean, geez—jeans? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans. Who are you wearing those for,” he asked a little sharply.

Lex looked interested at Clark’s little show of temper.

“The date I mentioned is tonight—it’s casual, we’re going to a street festival. Just for fun and old times sake. When I was a student I knew her very well, and we did things like that all the time.” Lex laughed. “It was a time when my dad thought I should learn self-reliance and cut me off without a cent. To this day I can’t smell mac and cheese without…” He shuddered expressively.

Clark nodded as if he gave a damn. His eyes tried not to focus on the fact that Lex still had the zipper of the *low* jeans unzipped, the *low* jeans were riding on his hipbones, and Clark guessed the fact that he wasn’t completely hairless was the only thing keeping theme from hitting the floor.

The brave little pubic hairs, he thought. Working so hard to hold these jeans up….He had to fight from giggling, which helped to kill his hard on—somewhat. Lex turned around, and thank god, zipped up. He still hadn’t buttoned the shirt, but he tossed a package on the bed. It was a box, the box bounced off the bed and hit the floor, spilling out it’s contents.
Clark leaned over to pick it up for Lex—what the heck?

“It’s a riding crop,” Lex said to Clark’s unasked question.

“Oh. A riding crop—you mean like for those horses that run around a field and jump over little bushes and stuff, where you wear big pants and a little derby thing?”

“Um—okay,” Lex said.

“So your girlfriend--” And Clark congratulated himself on not spitting out the word, “has horses? Cool, I guess.”

“I didn’t say that,” Lex answered.

“She doesn’t? Well, what would she need a--”

Clark stopped and blushed a deep, deep red when he caught sight of Lex’s amused and damn him, affectionate look.

“Never mind,” Clark said. “I have seen things on the Internet,” he muttered darkly.

Lex really looked like he was trying not to laugh. “I’m sure you have Clark.”
He buttoned up his shirt depriving Clark of *hipbones* and *nipples*. Clark watched him put in his cufflinks, and for some reason that was incredibly arousing.

Lex asked him if he was ready to go, and walked Clark to the door. “I’ll e-mail you, or call if you want.”

Clark nodded. “I want,” he said and Lex looked at him strangely before smiling.

“I’ll see you in a week, Clark.”

“Okay,” Clark said but his mind was full of the present.

Late that night, he was still awake. He didn’t sleep as much as the average person, but sleep was something he liked, he felt recharged sfter a good nap, he dreamed, like other people dreamed, and sometimes he very much enjoyed his dreams. The one he’d just woken up from…he wasn’t too sure.

Lex and the riding crop. Wow. Where had that come from? And would it really feel as good as it had in his dream? There was some business with him stroking Clark with it, over his chest and his legs and his…other parts. That felt good.

Especially when the slightly rough leather had touched the...penis. Dick. Whatever.

What would Lex call it? Whatever he called it, that was the word he wanted to use.

Lex. In the dream he’d started off soft, careful stroking and then tapping, harder and harder and it had felt good, really good, even when he was hitting him, it felt like—it didn’t hurt, it was a soft touch, and he’d really enjoyed it, until he opened his eyes and saw Lex sweating and looking at him like he was a…freak—something.

He’d hit harder and harder and was beginning to look frightened and then….

He was awake with a boner and sweat running down his back—scared for a moment.

What would Lex do? If he really knew, what would he do?

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And this SO isn't finished...right???? Because you left it off with some VERY nice questions that beg to be answered in detail...soon.

The promise of serious hotness! Good lord! You really know how to set the scene.

Please continue!

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