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sv fic post: Transference part 13
Title: Transference
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Clex
Rating: nc-17
The previous parts of Transference are here.
ETA: the wonderful cover![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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"Fuck—" his eyes tracked unsteadily around the small room, and his head pounded. As the sound of human head impacting walnut veneered MDF board echoed in his mind, he felt a ghost of the ecstasy he woke with evaporating. All right, that had been…well, damn good. Another ghost echo made him flex. As dreams went, this one had been a vast improvement over the rape, coercion, murder and destruction of worlds that had been taking place in his little corner of Dreamland lately.
"Ow…" He rubbed the tender spot on the back of his head gently. If not for all the hair, he'd probably have a huge lump on the back of his head right now. He got out of bed and stumbled as the image of Clark, panting, wet, and coming into his fist hit him like an electric punch in the gut. God, it really had been a good dream—and oddly, getting more and more vivid the more he thought about it. He weaved into the bathroom, leaned an elbow on the towel rack, and peed, letting his mind wander. It stubbornly came back to Clark….
He finished, washed his hands and stared at himself, the unruly mass of red hair half in his eyes. He tossed his head back and sighed. Clark. He missed him. Damn Lucas and his fucking head games. If he wasn't sure that Lucas meant them to be more or less…good for him…he shook his head again. Time to shower.
This morning, the shower was marginally less hot, and his examination of himself slightly less dispassionate. He took time touching the hair on his chest; the little wisps around his nipples…teased them a little. They were peaked when he moved his hand lower, pulling at his skin to see it tighten over his hips, carded fingers into the thick strands framing his dick…his hardening dick. Clark. He stepped into the warm shower, and squirted a large dollop of creamy body wash into his open palm and he began to wash, slightly less concerned with cleanliness and erasing any trace of having interacted with anyone over the course of day and evening, and much, much more interested in just—feeling. Feeling the soap slide over his skin, feeling it warm and then cool as his hand slid around and over every dip and rise of his body, over his belly and around his navel until it skirted the edge of his wet curls…he parted his fingers in a vee and they came to rest on either side of his dick and he squeezed, felt it throb as it filled. He worked suds into the hair until it was straightened with the weight of the water, the soap. His dick was fully hard again, pressed against his belly, dark and rosy…he cradled it in his free hand and let his eyes close….
Slowly, he pulled his hand down until his palm covered the head of his dick; he felt the tip wet with a heavier fluid, slick and hot. He worked his palm over the head until he was hissing, and his hips moved without thought. He wrapped his hand tight around the shaft and fucked his fist, imagining Clark under him again, whining, pushing back on him, begging Liam to fuck him harder and harder---Liam's fist flew up and down the steel hard length until his knees buckled, and before he could lock them, he was coming and falling forward—his palm slapping against the tiles saved his knees….his come hit the floor with the cooling water, swirled over and around his feet before sitting on the drain. Water finally forced the thick strands down, and Liam took a groaning breath. Maybe, maybe he should talk to Clark. Maybe he could sort out this tangle of feeling if he talked to the man.
He finished washing in the cooling water. Grabbed a towel and walked back to the bedroom.
"Who the fuck is Clark?"
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"What the fuck are *you* doing in here?"
"I got a key, remember?" Ed walked away from the window and came to stand in front of Liam, blocking him in the doorway. Liam pushed him back and he grinned as he just barely moved out of the way.
"What are you doing in my apartment without being asked? Giving you the key wasn't an invitation to have the run of my place. I'm not happy about this," he snarled, "and especially not happy to find you were spying on me."
Ed nodded; his tongue darted out and wet his lips. "Yeah, it's not exactly spying if you're yelling your fucking head off—are you screwing around on me?"
Liam laughed and stepped around Ed. He casually dressed, and ignored the hot gaze on him. "Listen to me, Ed. First of all there has to be a relationship before there can be cheating. What you and I have is an affair of convenience, mostly yours." Liam stopped, his head tilted as he gazed back at Ed. "you know…even using the word 'affair' seems to imply that we have something involving heat—or passion, and we just—don’t. I wish you'd leave, Ed. And not come back."
"What the fuck—suddenly I'm not good enough? You're not happy? What are you, a damn broad?"
Liam silently buttoned his shirt as Ed raged on and on. He buttoned his cuffs and finally—interrupted Ed. "Shut up."
Two words, spoken calmly and quietly, and they had the effect of instantly silencing Ed. He looked at Liam as if he'd never seen him before. Liam smiled, a littler half smile that did nothing to warm his eyes. He rolled his head on his shoulders and said, "Let me explain to you what's about to happen. You're going to leave, because I've decided I don't need you anymore. If you never come back, than you and your fiancé can live happily ever after."
"Were did you get a backbone from all of a sudden?" Ed blustered. He drew himself up straight, trying to loom over Liam. "What are you going to do, report me to a secret cabal of science teachers?" Ed looked at him, and Liam could see anger begin to change, heat being to grow in his eyes. Ed tried to move closer, but Liam moved gracefully out from under his arms and was at the door, leaning against the wall—relaxed, amused, no trace of Liam's almost constant rigidity.
"That was actually rather funny, Ed. No, no secret cabal. I will make you wish you'd never been born though."
Ed looked puzzled. Liam's reactions were confusing him "What the hell Liam," he said. "This is so out of character for you. Come on; let’s forget it. I was being stupid, okay? I'm sorry. Maybe I can arrange a weekend away, maybe we can get away to the city or something, just the two of us. I'm sorry for being an ass, okay?"
Liam shook his head. "Not okay. I want you out. By out, I mean out of my life."
"God damn it Liam," Ed yelled. "No one dumps me!"
"Oh please—an idiot like you? It's had to have happen more than once or twice in your life."
"Fucking smartass."
Ed advanced and raised his hand. Liam didn't flinch--he held up his hand. "I stopped taking beatings a long time ago. Don’t, please."
Ed hesitated and Liam sighed. He hadn't meant to let it show. He wished Ed hadn't pushed him to this point.
To Be Continued
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Clex
Rating: nc-17
The previous parts of Transference are here.
ETA: the wonderful cover
danceswithgary made for me! Is it not cool? "Fuck—" his eyes tracked unsteadily around the small room, and his head pounded. As the sound of human head impacting walnut veneered MDF board echoed in his mind, he felt a ghost of the ecstasy he woke with evaporating. All right, that had been…well, damn good. Another ghost echo made him flex. As dreams went, this one had been a vast improvement over the rape, coercion, murder and destruction of worlds that had been taking place in his little corner of Dreamland lately.
"Ow…" He rubbed the tender spot on the back of his head gently. If not for all the hair, he'd probably have a huge lump on the back of his head right now. He got out of bed and stumbled as the image of Clark, panting, wet, and coming into his fist hit him like an electric punch in the gut. God, it really had been a good dream—and oddly, getting more and more vivid the more he thought about it. He weaved into the bathroom, leaned an elbow on the towel rack, and peed, letting his mind wander. It stubbornly came back to Clark….
He finished, washed his hands and stared at himself, the unruly mass of red hair half in his eyes. He tossed his head back and sighed. Clark. He missed him. Damn Lucas and his fucking head games. If he wasn't sure that Lucas meant them to be more or less…good for him…he shook his head again. Time to shower.
This morning, the shower was marginally less hot, and his examination of himself slightly less dispassionate. He took time touching the hair on his chest; the little wisps around his nipples…teased them a little. They were peaked when he moved his hand lower, pulling at his skin to see it tighten over his hips, carded fingers into the thick strands framing his dick…his hardening dick. Clark. He stepped into the warm shower, and squirted a large dollop of creamy body wash into his open palm and he began to wash, slightly less concerned with cleanliness and erasing any trace of having interacted with anyone over the course of day and evening, and much, much more interested in just—feeling. Feeling the soap slide over his skin, feeling it warm and then cool as his hand slid around and over every dip and rise of his body, over his belly and around his navel until it skirted the edge of his wet curls…he parted his fingers in a vee and they came to rest on either side of his dick and he squeezed, felt it throb as it filled. He worked suds into the hair until it was straightened with the weight of the water, the soap. His dick was fully hard again, pressed against his belly, dark and rosy…he cradled it in his free hand and let his eyes close….
Slowly, he pulled his hand down until his palm covered the head of his dick; he felt the tip wet with a heavier fluid, slick and hot. He worked his palm over the head until he was hissing, and his hips moved without thought. He wrapped his hand tight around the shaft and fucked his fist, imagining Clark under him again, whining, pushing back on him, begging Liam to fuck him harder and harder---Liam's fist flew up and down the steel hard length until his knees buckled, and before he could lock them, he was coming and falling forward—his palm slapping against the tiles saved his knees….his come hit the floor with the cooling water, swirled over and around his feet before sitting on the drain. Water finally forced the thick strands down, and Liam took a groaning breath. Maybe, maybe he should talk to Clark. Maybe he could sort out this tangle of feeling if he talked to the man.
He finished washing in the cooling water. Grabbed a towel and walked back to the bedroom.
"Who the fuck is Clark?"
********
"What the fuck are *you* doing in here?"
"I got a key, remember?" Ed walked away from the window and came to stand in front of Liam, blocking him in the doorway. Liam pushed him back and he grinned as he just barely moved out of the way.
"What are you doing in my apartment without being asked? Giving you the key wasn't an invitation to have the run of my place. I'm not happy about this," he snarled, "and especially not happy to find you were spying on me."
Ed nodded; his tongue darted out and wet his lips. "Yeah, it's not exactly spying if you're yelling your fucking head off—are you screwing around on me?"
Liam laughed and stepped around Ed. He casually dressed, and ignored the hot gaze on him. "Listen to me, Ed. First of all there has to be a relationship before there can be cheating. What you and I have is an affair of convenience, mostly yours." Liam stopped, his head tilted as he gazed back at Ed. "you know…even using the word 'affair' seems to imply that we have something involving heat—or passion, and we just—don’t. I wish you'd leave, Ed. And not come back."
"What the fuck—suddenly I'm not good enough? You're not happy? What are you, a damn broad?"
Liam silently buttoned his shirt as Ed raged on and on. He buttoned his cuffs and finally—interrupted Ed. "Shut up."
Two words, spoken calmly and quietly, and they had the effect of instantly silencing Ed. He looked at Liam as if he'd never seen him before. Liam smiled, a littler half smile that did nothing to warm his eyes. He rolled his head on his shoulders and said, "Let me explain to you what's about to happen. You're going to leave, because I've decided I don't need you anymore. If you never come back, than you and your fiancé can live happily ever after."
"Were did you get a backbone from all of a sudden?" Ed blustered. He drew himself up straight, trying to loom over Liam. "What are you going to do, report me to a secret cabal of science teachers?" Ed looked at him, and Liam could see anger begin to change, heat being to grow in his eyes. Ed tried to move closer, but Liam moved gracefully out from under his arms and was at the door, leaning against the wall—relaxed, amused, no trace of Liam's almost constant rigidity.
"That was actually rather funny, Ed. No, no secret cabal. I will make you wish you'd never been born though."
Ed looked puzzled. Liam's reactions were confusing him "What the hell Liam," he said. "This is so out of character for you. Come on; let’s forget it. I was being stupid, okay? I'm sorry. Maybe I can arrange a weekend away, maybe we can get away to the city or something, just the two of us. I'm sorry for being an ass, okay?"
Liam shook his head. "Not okay. I want you out. By out, I mean out of my life."
"God damn it Liam," Ed yelled. "No one dumps me!"
"Oh please—an idiot like you? It's had to have happen more than once or twice in your life."
"Fucking smartass."
Ed advanced and raised his hand. Liam didn't flinch--he held up his hand. "I stopped taking beatings a long time ago. Don’t, please."
Ed hesitated and Liam sighed. He hadn't meant to let it show. He wished Ed hadn't pushed him to this point.
To Be Continued
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And his attraction to Clark. Yay!
*hunkers down to wait semi-patiently for more*
pssst. You didn't finish reading Once In A Blue Moon
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Ed is such an asshole. Lex, uh, Liam will be well rid of him. Loved that he had the balls to tell him off -- with a typical Lexian threat -- when Ed had the nerve to just walk in and spy on Lex.
Can hardly wait for more.
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that's a terrific cover. i love that photo of MR with hair.
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I was just grinning like an idiot when I saw this latest chapter. Yes!
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Ed is an asshole.
Lex's shower.... GUH!!!! *is all melty*
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The shower...and then the confrontation with Ed...HEE! I loved it!
*bounces away, gurgling incoherently about Lex playing with his hair*
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