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roxyTitle:Something I Need To Tell You
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Lex
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 1688
Summary: nothing but a lot of dirty talk
Previous part In The Closet here. not really necessary to read this first, but it's kind of cute.
Clark was sitting at a small table near the front of the shop, not thinking about anything important…school stuff, what was for dinner, Jake Gyllenhaal's ass—something he did a little more of since he'd become pretty comfortable about his feelings for Lex. His attention shifted from inside his head to outside--the Talon's usual delicious aroma of coffee and chocolate and cinnamon suddenly got a lot more interesting as another scent wafted in with the opening of the front door. This scent he knew as well as his own. This was a scent he could have picked out of any crowd, followed to the ends of the world. Lex breezed up to the counter and Clark stood and followed him. At the bar Lex turned to him and smiled.
Clark." His mouth curved in a smile, as if he hadn't seen Clark sitting there alone. Clark did his best to imitate Lex's smile.
"Hey. I was sitting over there—" he pointed at the now occupied table he'd been sitting at, and pouted. "--but it looks like I lost my seat."
Lex jerked his chin towards the back corner of the café. "There's a couch back there, how 'bout you grab it and I'll bring our…what are you drinking?"
"French Vanilla Cappuccino. Here," he reached in his pocket for money and Lex laughed out loud.
"Come on, Clark, we'll just make it my treat today, okay? I'm sure your dad won't be too upset if I spend a whole three dollars on you."
Clark looked at the floor and snorted softly, "Okay. I'll go grab the seat."
~~~~~
He sank into the squishy soft couch and watched Lex at the counter. Lex smiled, he lowered his lashes, he tilted his head towards the girl behind the counter, he laid the money precisely in the center of her palm, just the tiniest bit slower than was necessary and when she gave it back with a little blush, her fingertips touched his. Lex was an outrageous flirt and the girl was enjoying it too, a little too much. Clark felt heat bloom in the center of his chest. Lex was enjoying it too much. He'd have to fix that.
Lex worked his way between the tables, cleared the last one with a twist of his hips that made Clark shiver inside. He imagined Lex twisting like that in his hands, imagined pulling him into his naked lap…"Clark, your coffee?"
"Oh. Yeah…thanks."
"Watch, it's hot—" Lex said, just as Clark grabbed it and gulped.
Crap—"OW! Ow, that hurt. My tongue. Ow."
Lex sipped his coffee and watched Clark's sincere expression of 'pain'. He raised an eyebrow. "Your tongue." he said, silky smooth and full of disbelief and Clark was possessed by a desire to ruffle that cool, sarcastic exterior.
"Yes, I burned it, see?" He slid his tongue out of his mouth, curled the tip slightly.
Lex's ears turned pink. The cup in his hand wobbled. "Um. Seems fine. To me."
"Are you sure," Clark asked, sticking his tongue farther out as he leaned forward. " 'Cauth I heel honthin'." He watched Lex's pupils open wide, could smell the blush of sweat across his skin. "I should put something cool on it…some ice maybe." He touched the tip to his lips—his lips felt hot. "I think I burned my mouth a little, too." He touched his finger tips to his lips. "My lips feel hot." He slid the tip of his tongue over each fingertip.
"Clark…Clark. You're behaving…oddly."
Clark decided to take the opening. "Speaking of odd, I wondered why you never returned the clothes I left at your house…."
Lex gripped the edge of the table. He looked angry, a faint flush washed over his cheeks. "I apologize, Clark. I'll return them. I just…never got around to it—so much on my mind."
"It's okay. We have kind of a trade, anyway. I have one of your sweaters, you know. You left it at my house." He smiled at him. "It smells like you."
Lex stilled, looked slightly furtive. "I have no recollection of leaving clothing at the farm." He mused. "I do remember the shoes I wore…" Right. In the barn. Clark was wiling to bet he'd thrown that pair away. "The sweater…still smells like me?"
"Yes." Clark smiled a sunny innocent smile. "I like smelling it. It makes me." He swallowed, hoped for the best and took a leap. "Hard…it makes me hard. I like rubbing it on my skin, and thinking of you and how soft your skin must be. I think about you wearing my clothes, and wondering what *my* skin feels like…" He grabbed Lex's hand and stroked it over his wrist. "Do you? Wonder what I would feel like?"
Lex was breathing faster, staring at him like he'd gone insane, but oh, it was easy to see lust, longing, flare in his eyes. Clark felt like he was burning, a good burning…he felt his cock shifting, pressing insistently against his zipper. He inhaled deeply and the salt-sweet dizzying scent of Lex filled his nose. "I--I picture you on my bed, n--naked, wearing my shirt." Clark bit his lip, debated shutting up but decided what the fuck and pressed on. "And touching yourself—"
"Clark!" Lex gasped and squirmed on the couch. "Oh God…" Lex was coming apart and it made Clark feel braver, in control. He moved a little closer, and said, "I think about smelling you." He sniffed. "I love your scent, it's so exciting and I want to know if you taste as good as you smell. I want to put my tongue everywhere…"
Lex gripped the edge of the table harder and groaned. His head tilted back and he said breathily, "You really should stop."
Clark was positive Lex meant no such thing. If anything that was a signal to amp it up. He was happy to oblige. His voice was voice low and rough with his own excitement. What all would he do to Lex given the chance? "I'd start at your scalp, and lick that little bump on the back of your head, I really want to suck on that and work down to your ears, they're so perfect. I'd kiss and tease your earlobe, and put my tongue right in and I'd fuck your ear like I was fucking you…" he stopped, because his cock jerked and he couldn’t think for a second. Lex looked feverish--dazed.
Clark took a breath and slid his hand under the table and since he was halfway there, touched Lex. "I'd work my way to your nipples…I'd play with them and you'd say something aggravating to me, so I'd keep teasing until you gave up and begged me to suck harder, maybe bite a little." Lex was staring across the floor, but Clark was willing to bet he wasn't seeing anything, couldn't be, not the way Lex was trying to rub his cock against the hand pressed against him without actually moving. Clark whispered, "I want to bite you, all the way down to your navel," and Lex shivered hard and tried to stifle a moan. Clark thought that moans deserved encouragement so he moved even closer to him. "Does it surprise you, what I'm saying?"
Lex nodded, licked his lip and Clark could smell his cologne, his soap, his sweat, he could smell how aroused Lex was. "You thought I didn’t know about these things but I've had a few years to think about it. Everyone I touched, in my mind it was you, every time I jerked off—" Lex hissed "—I thought about you, your cock, your hand, your mouth." Lex was making a noise deep in his throat, a keening whimper that only Clark could hear. That tiny whimper made his cock drool, adding to the wet that soaked his underwear. Lex was trying to rise from the squishy couch, so Clark pressed his palm over his erection and pushed him back down. He felt Lex's cock surge up against him and marveled at what a very good feeling it was.
"Fuck Clark...don't do that," Lex gasped. "We're practically in the open."
Clark smiled. "No one can see us. No one is noticing. No one knows that I'm dying to clean your cock with my tongue."
"Clea--where did you get that—porn? Crude, but effective, I must admit--"
Clark smiled indulgently at Lex's feeble attempt to wrest back control. "I'm serious, Lex, I want to taste everything, I want to put my mouth on all of you—you understand?"
"Clark. Oh god. I'm going to hurt myself. I'm going to hurt you…"
"My fingers, Lex, my tongue in your ass getting you wet and open, your cock in my hand, throbbing, so hot…"
Lex's chin lifted, his nostrils flared and his lips parted. Lex's even white teeth ground against each other, a red wave swept down his neck, colored his cheeks, his lips. He stiffened all over and after a long moment, slumped against the couch back. He gasped, "Oh. Oh…oh God."
"Holy shit—you came!" Clark hissed. He was shocked…and definitely, enormously, awfully, pleased. "Holy shit," he hissed again when Lex reached over, grabbed his throbbing cock, and squeezed. Clark shut his eyes and thought about stalls and cow shit and road kill in summer and his mom flinging open his door early in the morning without knocking….
He breathed again--still hard but not in immediate danger of coming.
Lex scowled at Clark, his eyes were still dark, but Clark was pretty sure, not with passion. At least, not with lust... "Get up. We're leaving here now, right now."
"Are you…are you pissed off at me?"
Lex looked at him and smiled. Clark was not fooled by the smile. "Clark, why would I be angry? I just think I should have a chance to torture you, like you tortured me, don't you?"
Clark nodded solemnly. Of course. It was the right thing to do. The most perfect, best, incredible and above all, right thing to do.
4-20-2008
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Lex
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 1688
Summary: nothing but a lot of dirty talk
Previous part In The Closet here. not really necessary to read this first, but it's kind of cute.
Clark was sitting at a small table near the front of the shop, not thinking about anything important…school stuff, what was for dinner, Jake Gyllenhaal's ass—something he did a little more of since he'd become pretty comfortable about his feelings for Lex. His attention shifted from inside his head to outside--the Talon's usual delicious aroma of coffee and chocolate and cinnamon suddenly got a lot more interesting as another scent wafted in with the opening of the front door. This scent he knew as well as his own. This was a scent he could have picked out of any crowd, followed to the ends of the world. Lex breezed up to the counter and Clark stood and followed him. At the bar Lex turned to him and smiled.
Clark." His mouth curved in a smile, as if he hadn't seen Clark sitting there alone. Clark did his best to imitate Lex's smile.
"Hey. I was sitting over there—" he pointed at the now occupied table he'd been sitting at, and pouted. "--but it looks like I lost my seat."
Lex jerked his chin towards the back corner of the café. "There's a couch back there, how 'bout you grab it and I'll bring our…what are you drinking?"
"French Vanilla Cappuccino. Here," he reached in his pocket for money and Lex laughed out loud.
"Come on, Clark, we'll just make it my treat today, okay? I'm sure your dad won't be too upset if I spend a whole three dollars on you."
Clark looked at the floor and snorted softly, "Okay. I'll go grab the seat."
~~~~~
He sank into the squishy soft couch and watched Lex at the counter. Lex smiled, he lowered his lashes, he tilted his head towards the girl behind the counter, he laid the money precisely in the center of her palm, just the tiniest bit slower than was necessary and when she gave it back with a little blush, her fingertips touched his. Lex was an outrageous flirt and the girl was enjoying it too, a little too much. Clark felt heat bloom in the center of his chest. Lex was enjoying it too much. He'd have to fix that.
Lex worked his way between the tables, cleared the last one with a twist of his hips that made Clark shiver inside. He imagined Lex twisting like that in his hands, imagined pulling him into his naked lap…"Clark, your coffee?"
"Oh. Yeah…thanks."
"Watch, it's hot—" Lex said, just as Clark grabbed it and gulped.
Crap—"OW! Ow, that hurt. My tongue. Ow."
Lex sipped his coffee and watched Clark's sincere expression of 'pain'. He raised an eyebrow. "Your tongue." he said, silky smooth and full of disbelief and Clark was possessed by a desire to ruffle that cool, sarcastic exterior.
"Yes, I burned it, see?" He slid his tongue out of his mouth, curled the tip slightly.
Lex's ears turned pink. The cup in his hand wobbled. "Um. Seems fine. To me."
"Are you sure," Clark asked, sticking his tongue farther out as he leaned forward. " 'Cauth I heel honthin'." He watched Lex's pupils open wide, could smell the blush of sweat across his skin. "I should put something cool on it…some ice maybe." He touched the tip to his lips—his lips felt hot. "I think I burned my mouth a little, too." He touched his finger tips to his lips. "My lips feel hot." He slid the tip of his tongue over each fingertip.
"Clark…Clark. You're behaving…oddly."
Clark decided to take the opening. "Speaking of odd, I wondered why you never returned the clothes I left at your house…."
Lex gripped the edge of the table. He looked angry, a faint flush washed over his cheeks. "I apologize, Clark. I'll return them. I just…never got around to it—so much on my mind."
"It's okay. We have kind of a trade, anyway. I have one of your sweaters, you know. You left it at my house." He smiled at him. "It smells like you."
Lex stilled, looked slightly furtive. "I have no recollection of leaving clothing at the farm." He mused. "I do remember the shoes I wore…" Right. In the barn. Clark was wiling to bet he'd thrown that pair away. "The sweater…still smells like me?"
"Yes." Clark smiled a sunny innocent smile. "I like smelling it. It makes me." He swallowed, hoped for the best and took a leap. "Hard…it makes me hard. I like rubbing it on my skin, and thinking of you and how soft your skin must be. I think about you wearing my clothes, and wondering what *my* skin feels like…" He grabbed Lex's hand and stroked it over his wrist. "Do you? Wonder what I would feel like?"
Lex was breathing faster, staring at him like he'd gone insane, but oh, it was easy to see lust, longing, flare in his eyes. Clark felt like he was burning, a good burning…he felt his cock shifting, pressing insistently against his zipper. He inhaled deeply and the salt-sweet dizzying scent of Lex filled his nose. "I--I picture you on my bed, n--naked, wearing my shirt." Clark bit his lip, debated shutting up but decided what the fuck and pressed on. "And touching yourself—"
"Clark!" Lex gasped and squirmed on the couch. "Oh God…" Lex was coming apart and it made Clark feel braver, in control. He moved a little closer, and said, "I think about smelling you." He sniffed. "I love your scent, it's so exciting and I want to know if you taste as good as you smell. I want to put my tongue everywhere…"
Lex gripped the edge of the table harder and groaned. His head tilted back and he said breathily, "You really should stop."
Clark was positive Lex meant no such thing. If anything that was a signal to amp it up. He was happy to oblige. His voice was voice low and rough with his own excitement. What all would he do to Lex given the chance? "I'd start at your scalp, and lick that little bump on the back of your head, I really want to suck on that and work down to your ears, they're so perfect. I'd kiss and tease your earlobe, and put my tongue right in and I'd fuck your ear like I was fucking you…" he stopped, because his cock jerked and he couldn’t think for a second. Lex looked feverish--dazed.
Clark took a breath and slid his hand under the table and since he was halfway there, touched Lex. "I'd work my way to your nipples…I'd play with them and you'd say something aggravating to me, so I'd keep teasing until you gave up and begged me to suck harder, maybe bite a little." Lex was staring across the floor, but Clark was willing to bet he wasn't seeing anything, couldn't be, not the way Lex was trying to rub his cock against the hand pressed against him without actually moving. Clark whispered, "I want to bite you, all the way down to your navel," and Lex shivered hard and tried to stifle a moan. Clark thought that moans deserved encouragement so he moved even closer to him. "Does it surprise you, what I'm saying?"
Lex nodded, licked his lip and Clark could smell his cologne, his soap, his sweat, he could smell how aroused Lex was. "You thought I didn’t know about these things but I've had a few years to think about it. Everyone I touched, in my mind it was you, every time I jerked off—" Lex hissed "—I thought about you, your cock, your hand, your mouth." Lex was making a noise deep in his throat, a keening whimper that only Clark could hear. That tiny whimper made his cock drool, adding to the wet that soaked his underwear. Lex was trying to rise from the squishy couch, so Clark pressed his palm over his erection and pushed him back down. He felt Lex's cock surge up against him and marveled at what a very good feeling it was.
"Fuck Clark...don't do that," Lex gasped. "We're practically in the open."
Clark smiled. "No one can see us. No one is noticing. No one knows that I'm dying to clean your cock with my tongue."
"Clea--where did you get that—porn? Crude, but effective, I must admit--"
Clark smiled indulgently at Lex's feeble attempt to wrest back control. "I'm serious, Lex, I want to taste everything, I want to put my mouth on all of you—you understand?"
"Clark. Oh god. I'm going to hurt myself. I'm going to hurt you…"
"My fingers, Lex, my tongue in your ass getting you wet and open, your cock in my hand, throbbing, so hot…"
Lex's chin lifted, his nostrils flared and his lips parted. Lex's even white teeth ground against each other, a red wave swept down his neck, colored his cheeks, his lips. He stiffened all over and after a long moment, slumped against the couch back. He gasped, "Oh. Oh…oh God."
"Holy shit—you came!" Clark hissed. He was shocked…and definitely, enormously, awfully, pleased. "Holy shit," he hissed again when Lex reached over, grabbed his throbbing cock, and squeezed. Clark shut his eyes and thought about stalls and cow shit and road kill in summer and his mom flinging open his door early in the morning without knocking….
He breathed again--still hard but not in immediate danger of coming.
Lex scowled at Clark, his eyes were still dark, but Clark was pretty sure, not with passion. At least, not with lust... "Get up. We're leaving here now, right now."
"Are you…are you pissed off at me?"
Lex looked at him and smiled. Clark was not fooled by the smile. "Clark, why would I be angry? I just think I should have a chance to torture you, like you tortured me, don't you?"
Clark nodded solemnly. Of course. It was the right thing to do. The most perfect, best, incredible and above all, right thing to do.
4-20-2008
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11/4/12 01:23 am (UTC)I know right? Talk about blushing and trying not to smile. ;)
And thanks for picking that line--I took it out and put it back it felt like so many times before I decided that yeah, Clark might say something like that--and then try not to die of embarrassment!