SV fic post: Berries And Cream
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roxyTitle: Berries And Cream
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: pointless and hopefully entertaining PWP. Actually, this was going to be for the ole skool clex challenge but it kind of didn’t quite work for that…
“Hey Lex, what are you doing?”
"Talking on the phone to you….” Clark was certain he heard a smile is in Lex's voice and he grinned too.
“Hah ha, very funny. You know what I mean."
There was a distinct chuckle in Lex's voice when he replied. "Yes, sorry. I’m just reading actually. I decided to call it a day early. Freshly showered and ready for bed. Not that that matters to you," he laughed again.
Clark was surprised—on two levels—one, that Lex was turning in ridiculously early for him, and two, how much it really did matter that Lex was freshly showered. Showered…"Uh--um—what are you reading?" Smooth transition Kent…
"Oh, nothing you’d be interested in. Or that matter, it's not anything I'm finding to be all that interesting. It's very dry—all about the exciting and cut throat business of kelp-farming…don’t ask."
"Oh." Clark shifted on his bed, and started to feel a little silly for giving in to the impulse to call Lex this late…he scratched along the waist of his boxers.
"I’m a little surprised you’re calling this late—don’t farmers go to bed early and rise with the dawn? Early to bed and nearly to rise, so forth and so on?"
Rise…Clark felt the slightest little shift. Rise… "Well, yeah, but I couldn’t sleep tonight. I don’t know why…I just can’t seem to stay down."
A little silence on the phone and Lex said, "Oh really?"
"Yeah…I’m just restless I guess. It was a long day. Tests, and chores and…stuff."
"Ah. I know how it feels to chase sleep and not be able to catch it."
Clark closed his eyes and licked his lips. "Chase sleep? Yeah, that’s it perfectly. Like it keeps sliding out of your grip, no matter how hard you try to hold on." He stretched his fingers wide over his groin. It felt comfortable, warm. He kept his eyes closed. He might have sighed just a bit….
Lex answered slowly. "Yes. Trying to grab it, just makes it that much more slippery…it just flows out from under your fingers." Lex chuckled, and Clark pressed his hand down over his hardening cock, and felt a little creepy that Lex’s voice was making him hard…but not enough to hang up.
"You still there, Clark?"
"Yes, Lex, could you keep talking? It’s making me—relaxed."
There was a shift; Clark could hear the slide of fabric over fabric. And Lex grunted softly. Clark flexed under his hand—slid his fingers into the opening of the boxers. Lex sighed lightly in his ear. "There. I had to stretch out a bit…okay. Talk. What do you want me to talk about, Clark?" His voice dropped to a low, smoky register. "What are you wearing?"
"Wha-hunh?"
"Kidding, Clark," Lex chuckled. "Hmm...do you want me to tell you about my day? Or how about what I had for dinner tonight? Want to know what I ate?"
Clark bit his lip and pictured Lex eating, his lips opening so he could slide the fork inside his mouth, against his tongue…He wrapped fingers around his cock and squeezed. Lifted his hips and pushed the boxers down to his thighs. "Yeah…what did you eat? Was it good? How did it feel...I mean, taste?”
"It was good. Pasta. Very good, Cook makes a nice sauce…Clark, are you all right?"
"Yeah," Clark gasped. "I’m good." He was sliding his hand up and down his very hard cock, and picturing Lex dribbling a nice sauce the length of it, and licking it off, his tongue swirling and gathering sauce from the head of his cock, and licking right down into the slit and collecting more…pre-come slicked his hand and he bit his lip savagely—slid his hand up and twisted his thumb across the tip, feeling the slit give under his thumb, dribble…he lifted his hand and licked his fingers quietly….
"So...food—we had strawberry shortcake for desert. I don’t usually do desert but I needed a treat tonight...I do love whipped cream. Those red berries poking out of the white cream...it’s a very pretty picture, especially when the juice starts to color the cream, make it all rosy…"
Rosy.... He pictured Lex’s pale lips pinking, getting darker and swelling, wrapped around his cock--sucking. Wet and swollen and pulling hard at the head of his cock, it turning deep rose, rosy…Clark slid his hand faster and faster…"Ah--cream—tell me about the cream."
"The-um--the cream?" Lex voice sounded weaker, a little higher... "Wha--what about the cream, Clark?"
"Was it thick? Sweet? Tell me, tell me how it tasted, how you ate it," and Clark didn't care anymore that his voice was breathy, that the hitch in his breathing was obvious, the rhythm of it familiar to anyone…"Tell me."
"I spoon it from the bowl and lick the spoon…"
Clark gasped. God yes. He was picturing Lex's tongue sliding along the bowl of the spoon, leaving wet trails on the silver, coming away with a peak of white balanced on the deep pink tip…yes!
"…let it sit on my tongue and melt--" Clark bit his lip, heard a low distant moan, as if the phone was being held away from the person speaking, he heard a little metallic sound he knew was a zipper opening….his cock jerked in his hand. "Lex…"
"I let it melt and flow off my tongue, fill my mouth, thick and sweet, and I swallow it, I love swallowing…"
Clark groaned, loud and unconcerned, and pumped himself harder. Sweat ran down his neck, he felt it slide down the crack of his ass. He reached around behind himself and touched there too. "Lex…"
"I put a whole strawberry in my mouth, suck the cream off it and roll it around on my tongue savoring the flavor, the texture, so taut--so firm; I love the feeling as it fills my mouth and spills its juice…"
Clark arched off the bed and dropped with a wuff of startled breath—the movement drove his questing finger deep into himself, and he moaned at the double feeling—the ring of muscle quivering around his finger, his cock throbbing in his hand.
He heard Lex panting, groaning, he heard the distinct sound of flesh against flesh..."Lex, Lex, I feel like…aaah…"
"Clark—oh! Clark---are you doing what I think—you are, please god please be doing that--"
The phone crackled and hissed, and Clark could hear Lex's voice, straining, high "—oh god—oh god—oh fuuuuuuuck!"
Clark lifted and pressed his fingers deep inside and he could feel his blood pounding from inside and out, a wave that pushed hot from inside him and boiled out of his cock--he yelled, nearly managing to strangle it down, and gave it up when he heard, "Fuck, fuck fuck—Clark, god, Clark…."
Yeah… He fell back onto the bed, wet and sticky and feeling really good, all warm and floppy and ---suddenly remembering why. Shit.
There was near silence on the line, and then he heard deep breathing, heard it shift into shallow panicked puffs of air, and then, a small voice said timidly, "Clark? Are we…"
Clark was astonished that Lex could even *do* timid. "Good? Yeah. Oh yeah Lex, we really are."
"Do you…do you want to see me? Tonight? I mean, we can wait, maybe we should wait…in fact, yes, wait. I might need to go to Metropolis for a week or two…I'm certain I have to…maybe even three--"
"I'll be there in the morning. Promise. Now I'm going to sleep, and you're going to stop panicking."
In the morning Clark was at the kitchen door, with a flat of strawberries and a smile.
Lex blushed—just a little, and stammered, just a little, and smiled—a lot. "I don’t think I can eat that many…"
"No, you're going to help me sell these at the farm market…" Clark took a pint from the flat and handed it to Lex."These, we're going to eat after…with cream."
5-28-2007
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: pointless and hopefully entertaining PWP. Actually, this was going to be for the ole skool clex challenge but it kind of didn’t quite work for that…
“Hey Lex, what are you doing?”
"Talking on the phone to you….” Clark was certain he heard a smile is in Lex's voice and he grinned too.
“Hah ha, very funny. You know what I mean."
There was a distinct chuckle in Lex's voice when he replied. "Yes, sorry. I’m just reading actually. I decided to call it a day early. Freshly showered and ready for bed. Not that that matters to you," he laughed again.
Clark was surprised—on two levels—one, that Lex was turning in ridiculously early for him, and two, how much it really did matter that Lex was freshly showered. Showered…"Uh--um—what are you reading?" Smooth transition Kent…
"Oh, nothing you’d be interested in. Or that matter, it's not anything I'm finding to be all that interesting. It's very dry—all about the exciting and cut throat business of kelp-farming…don’t ask."
"Oh." Clark shifted on his bed, and started to feel a little silly for giving in to the impulse to call Lex this late…he scratched along the waist of his boxers.
"I’m a little surprised you’re calling this late—don’t farmers go to bed early and rise with the dawn? Early to bed and nearly to rise, so forth and so on?"
Rise…Clark felt the slightest little shift. Rise… "Well, yeah, but I couldn’t sleep tonight. I don’t know why…I just can’t seem to stay down."
A little silence on the phone and Lex said, "Oh really?"
"Yeah…I’m just restless I guess. It was a long day. Tests, and chores and…stuff."
"Ah. I know how it feels to chase sleep and not be able to catch it."
Clark closed his eyes and licked his lips. "Chase sleep? Yeah, that’s it perfectly. Like it keeps sliding out of your grip, no matter how hard you try to hold on." He stretched his fingers wide over his groin. It felt comfortable, warm. He kept his eyes closed. He might have sighed just a bit….
Lex answered slowly. "Yes. Trying to grab it, just makes it that much more slippery…it just flows out from under your fingers." Lex chuckled, and Clark pressed his hand down over his hardening cock, and felt a little creepy that Lex’s voice was making him hard…but not enough to hang up.
"You still there, Clark?"
"Yes, Lex, could you keep talking? It’s making me—relaxed."
There was a shift; Clark could hear the slide of fabric over fabric. And Lex grunted softly. Clark flexed under his hand—slid his fingers into the opening of the boxers. Lex sighed lightly in his ear. "There. I had to stretch out a bit…okay. Talk. What do you want me to talk about, Clark?" His voice dropped to a low, smoky register. "What are you wearing?"
"Wha-hunh?"
"Kidding, Clark," Lex chuckled. "Hmm...do you want me to tell you about my day? Or how about what I had for dinner tonight? Want to know what I ate?"
Clark bit his lip and pictured Lex eating, his lips opening so he could slide the fork inside his mouth, against his tongue…He wrapped fingers around his cock and squeezed. Lifted his hips and pushed the boxers down to his thighs. "Yeah…what did you eat? Was it good? How did it feel...I mean, taste?”
"It was good. Pasta. Very good, Cook makes a nice sauce…Clark, are you all right?"
"Yeah," Clark gasped. "I’m good." He was sliding his hand up and down his very hard cock, and picturing Lex dribbling a nice sauce the length of it, and licking it off, his tongue swirling and gathering sauce from the head of his cock, and licking right down into the slit and collecting more…pre-come slicked his hand and he bit his lip savagely—slid his hand up and twisted his thumb across the tip, feeling the slit give under his thumb, dribble…he lifted his hand and licked his fingers quietly….
"So...food—we had strawberry shortcake for desert. I don’t usually do desert but I needed a treat tonight...I do love whipped cream. Those red berries poking out of the white cream...it’s a very pretty picture, especially when the juice starts to color the cream, make it all rosy…"
Rosy.... He pictured Lex’s pale lips pinking, getting darker and swelling, wrapped around his cock--sucking. Wet and swollen and pulling hard at the head of his cock, it turning deep rose, rosy…Clark slid his hand faster and faster…"Ah--cream—tell me about the cream."
"The-um--the cream?" Lex voice sounded weaker, a little higher... "Wha--what about the cream, Clark?"
"Was it thick? Sweet? Tell me, tell me how it tasted, how you ate it," and Clark didn't care anymore that his voice was breathy, that the hitch in his breathing was obvious, the rhythm of it familiar to anyone…"Tell me."
"I spoon it from the bowl and lick the spoon…"
Clark gasped. God yes. He was picturing Lex's tongue sliding along the bowl of the spoon, leaving wet trails on the silver, coming away with a peak of white balanced on the deep pink tip…yes!
"…let it sit on my tongue and melt--" Clark bit his lip, heard a low distant moan, as if the phone was being held away from the person speaking, he heard a little metallic sound he knew was a zipper opening….his cock jerked in his hand. "Lex…"
"I let it melt and flow off my tongue, fill my mouth, thick and sweet, and I swallow it, I love swallowing…"
Clark groaned, loud and unconcerned, and pumped himself harder. Sweat ran down his neck, he felt it slide down the crack of his ass. He reached around behind himself and touched there too. "Lex…"
"I put a whole strawberry in my mouth, suck the cream off it and roll it around on my tongue savoring the flavor, the texture, so taut--so firm; I love the feeling as it fills my mouth and spills its juice…"
Clark arched off the bed and dropped with a wuff of startled breath—the movement drove his questing finger deep into himself, and he moaned at the double feeling—the ring of muscle quivering around his finger, his cock throbbing in his hand.
He heard Lex panting, groaning, he heard the distinct sound of flesh against flesh..."Lex, Lex, I feel like…aaah…"
"Clark—oh! Clark---are you doing what I think—you are, please god please be doing that--"
The phone crackled and hissed, and Clark could hear Lex's voice, straining, high "—oh god—oh god—oh fuuuuuuuck!"
Clark lifted and pressed his fingers deep inside and he could feel his blood pounding from inside and out, a wave that pushed hot from inside him and boiled out of his cock--he yelled, nearly managing to strangle it down, and gave it up when he heard, "Fuck, fuck fuck—Clark, god, Clark…."
Yeah… He fell back onto the bed, wet and sticky and feeling really good, all warm and floppy and ---suddenly remembering why. Shit.
There was near silence on the line, and then he heard deep breathing, heard it shift into shallow panicked puffs of air, and then, a small voice said timidly, "Clark? Are we…"
Clark was astonished that Lex could even *do* timid. "Good? Yeah. Oh yeah Lex, we really are."
"Do you…do you want to see me? Tonight? I mean, we can wait, maybe we should wait…in fact, yes, wait. I might need to go to Metropolis for a week or two…I'm certain I have to…maybe even three--"
"I'll be there in the morning. Promise. Now I'm going to sleep, and you're going to stop panicking."
In the morning Clark was at the kitchen door, with a flat of strawberries and a smile.
Lex blushed—just a little, and stammered, just a little, and smiled—a lot. "I don’t think I can eat that many…"
"No, you're going to help me sell these at the farm market…" Clark took a pint from the flat and handed it to Lex."These, we're going to eat after…with cream."
5-28-2007