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roxyTitle: (This Title Is) Coming Soon
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lex/Clark/ Whit
Rating: NC-17. n is for nasty.
Summary: It's PWP...finally!
The Previous Parts are here,wondering why if it's an oral exam, people aren't smiling more....
They were in the driveway and heading to the house when Whit poked Lex. "He's in that barn thing—the lights are on."
"Loft," Lex explained. "It's called a loft."
"Yeah, whatever." They changed direction, and headed up to the loft. Whitney started to yell for Clark when Lex stopped him, eyes sparkling and a little smile on his lips that made Whit want to run up the stairs and kick the shit out of Clark for ruining his—not date, fuck, not date.
"Let's surprise him. It'll be funny." His eyes glittered in a way that made Whit think whoever the joke was on, it wasn't on Clark—or not on Clark alone. Whatever had made him think Lex was cute when he laughed? He was annoying, irritating and a total asshole…and I'm already sneaking up the stairs like he wants me to, god damn it.
Lex was right behind him, tiptoeing up the stairs. Whit felt Lex's hand on his back and he wanted to slow down and enjoy the feel. Because that was probably the most he was getting from Lex tonight. Up they went, tiptoeing like a pair of cartoon mice---his head cleared the top stair and he had a pretty good line of sight, right to the couch. Where Clark was sitting. Slouching, actually, and breathing hard. Almost as hard as Lex was breathing behind him.
Holy shit—the cock on him…
Lex ran into him from behind, so hard that Whit had to put his hands out to stop himself slamming face first into the loft floor. Lex was crowded against his back, hell--he was nearly climbing his back. Whit heard him whisper an awestruck fuck me into his ear. Felt a long tremor shake Lex from head to toe. And he felt…he felt Lex sliding his hands around to cup him, cup his hips and press what felt like a super-heated iron rod into his back. Whit froze. For a long moment, the only thing he heard was harsh breathing, Clark's and Lex's. Himself--he was pretty sure he wasn't breathing at all. The only things he was sure were working was his cock and his eyes.
And speaking of working...Clark had one huge fucking hand wrapped around his fucking huge cock, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back against the couch. His hips moved in slow rolling circles, fucking in and out of the tunnel of his hand. His knees were spread wide, and his shorts were bunched around his ankles. Whit had a good view of everything. Balls, ass, cock…funny how hot all that was when you were spying on the most unreal gorgeous guy in the world jerking off. And his friend was behind you, grinding his hard-on into your ass…Whit dropped forward a little and spread his legs. Lex took a second to line up the hard ridge tenting his pants and Whit helped him by grinding back on him until he was snug against his ass, nothing between them except…well, probably silk, linen, denim and cotton—Lex began a fucking motion that had Whit chewing on his lips and trying not to groan out loud or move enough to make the stairs creak.
Clark was moving faster now, licked his lips like someone on a porn vid and groaned, muttered something…man-shoes? Whit's cock jerked along with Clark's. Fucking hell, he was illegal, he was so hot. Whit hissed and slowly, carefully, eased his zipper open, took himself in hand. shii—iit. He could feel sweat bead up on his neck, his back…Lex hooked fingers into the top of his almost designer jeans and in one smooth motion slid boxers and jeans both under his ass—fuck, that Lex was a talented mother-fucker.…
Whit hissed as hot, hard and *naked*, so fucking naked, flesh slid against his ass. God—Lex's cock was so hot it burned, so velvety smooth it made him want more skin to skin contact. He should be shocked and horrified--instead, he was feeling drunk, stoned and begging Lex to fuck him harder—in his mind, at least. Lex surged back and forth, rubbing the head of his cock over his asshole, who knew that could feel so good? If the bastard didn't stop, there was no way he could keep himself quiet, no way at all. Lex twisted, and the head of his cock nudged inside, and slid out again and Whit bit down hard on his tongue, grabbed a handful of stair tread and almost cried, it felt that damn good.
His fingers were going to be full of slivers.
Clark was grunting now, the hand on his cock working hard. He reached down and palmed his balls and Lex cursed, so quietly Whit almost didn't hear him but he definitely felt him. Felt him jerk and a spurt of wet hit the small of Whit's back and crept down the cleft of his ass. He tried not to moan or even *think* about how fucking hot that was, or what it *meant* that he though it was. Whit trembled, his head dipped. He didn't have the strength to hold it up anymore but Lex was kind enough to grab a handful of his hair and pull his head up for him. It *hurt*--and Whit's cock throbbed, dripped, and that went on his 'don't think about it list' too.
Guuuunh…thanks Lex…He looked up just in time to see Clark's huge hand inch down between his legs, and circle his hole with a long thick finger. Lex leaned over Whit and groaned, "Fuck look at him I'm going to die help me…"
Whit figured Lex might be momentarily confused between death and orgasm, but *he* wasn't. He stroked himself harder, rocking into Lex with the force, and Lex reached under him and knocked his hand away. Whit let him take over, and concentrated on snapping his ass back against Lex, wiggling to get more sensation and maybe, god willing, penetration. Clark was fucking himself like—like Whit was wishing for, and pre-come was dripping and pooling onto his ridged stomach, he was gasping louder now, and murmuring became chanting and he was saying over and over, "…dying for you…. rub your cock…my face, come on me…"
"Oh—fucking *hell*," Lex groaned, and Clark's eyes flew open and locked with Whit's.
"Oh—oh—fu--"
Clark's eyes went out of focus, his hips snapped, and came hard, stippling his stomach and chest. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a soundless snarl and Whit thought that was hotter than any noise he might have made. Instead of stopping and running away like sane people, Lex's hand tightened on him, moved faster and--well fuck, he'd been half-hard almost all day, hard enough to break things the last few minutes--there was no stopping him now. Whit gasped, came all over the wooden floor, all over Lex's hand, at the same time, Lex shivered, and much too calmly said, "I'm coming." and a hot flood rushed up his back, and Lex's cock thumped against his skin and he said Clark's name so low Whit barely heard but Clark jumped and hissed, his cock flexed.
And then, the lovely magic bubble of sex burst and reality came flooding in with a damn vengeance.
"What the *fuck* is going on? What are you doing here?" Clark yelled, trying to pull his shorts up and shove his cock in them at the same time. He was angry as hell, and he would have looked really scary, Whit thought, except for the come dribbling down his stomach…sexy, tight stomach...Clark glanced down at himself and hissed, "Shoot!" He yanked a shirt out of the couch cushions and smeared it around his belly.
Whit was about to point out it wasn't helping but Lex interrupted him by yelling right back. "What are *you* doing?" as loud as Clark had.
Lex was magically tucked away, fresh, unwrinkled and his chin held high--one eyebrow lifted. He looked arrogant as hell and somehow, was not even breaking a sweat. How the fuck did he do that, the son-ofa bitch?
Clark immediately began explaining, apologizing…Whit watched in awe. Lex had just about fucked him on the stairs of the Kent barn, they'd spied on Clark in a private moment and got off on it—and Lex was attacking instead of falling all over himself begging forgiveness? And Clark was begging forgiveness instead? What the fuck—how did he *do* that? And now he pulled a handkerchief from somewhere and was wiping Lexspooge off his back like it was a perfectly average, everyday thing to do…God.
He was totally in love with Lex...and also wanted Clark to fuck him in the worst way.
Lex balled up the handkerchief, and shoved it in Whit's pocket--Gee, thanks for that."Clark! Masturbating—here, in public—in the open, where any innocent by passer could hardly fail to see?"
oh, too bad, Lex…you almost had him…
"Innocent?" Clark glared, "You're hardly innocent. You either Whit, stop acting like you’re not here."
Whit yanked his pants up over his ass and trying to decide if the sitch called for smiling or scowling or maybe running, when Lex made it easy for him; he slid his hand into the still open waistband and Whit just kind of groaned and let his knees buckle. Clark swelled up like an angry tomcat, and Whit heard him growl--like a fucking*tiger*.
Freaky.
Clark came up off the couch and was in front of them before Whit could blink, he pulled him right off the stairs and away from Lex. Whit yelped, and then moaned. Clark's lips were impossibly soft…softer than he'd imagined they'd be when he had that one lightning quick thought, back when he thought hoped Lana wanted a threesome with him and Clark--guuunh--threesome. Fuck yeah--
Clark tossed Whit onto the couch and grabbed Lex by the neck. "Get up here."
"Ow, fuck—I pushed it too hard didn't I? I always do—I just never know when to—ow."
Whit watched open mouthed as Clark peeled Lex like a banana. His clothes littered the loft floor, huge pieces of expensive confetti. "There. Just the way I've always wanted you." He turned back to look at Whit. "And you, you need to get naked too. Lana—pfft. Idiot."
"Yeah?" Whit could feel himself grinning like…well yes, an idiot, as he stripped faster than ever before in his life. "Nice."
Lex looked as dignified as he could naked and covered with goose bumps. "What makes you think I'd want to share you with Whit—?"
"Oh please. I know that you want me—I know you *love* me. I know too that you're just a big old—slut. And besides, you know you'd *pay* to watch me have sex with Whit. He's hot as hell."
Okaaay, what happened today was, Lex killed us by driving like a maniac. Sad. Whit thought. All this was just one *hell* of a last fantasy brought on by dying brain cells. Ah well--if that was the case, he'd better get naked in a mother fucking hurry…
TBC.
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lex/Clark/ Whit
Rating: NC-17. n is for nasty.
Summary: It's PWP...finally!
The Previous Parts are here,wondering why if it's an oral exam, people aren't smiling more....
They were in the driveway and heading to the house when Whit poked Lex. "He's in that barn thing—the lights are on."
"Loft," Lex explained. "It's called a loft."
"Yeah, whatever." They changed direction, and headed up to the loft. Whitney started to yell for Clark when Lex stopped him, eyes sparkling and a little smile on his lips that made Whit want to run up the stairs and kick the shit out of Clark for ruining his—not date, fuck, not date.
"Let's surprise him. It'll be funny." His eyes glittered in a way that made Whit think whoever the joke was on, it wasn't on Clark—or not on Clark alone. Whatever had made him think Lex was cute when he laughed? He was annoying, irritating and a total asshole…and I'm already sneaking up the stairs like he wants me to, god damn it.
Lex was right behind him, tiptoeing up the stairs. Whit felt Lex's hand on his back and he wanted to slow down and enjoy the feel. Because that was probably the most he was getting from Lex tonight. Up they went, tiptoeing like a pair of cartoon mice---his head cleared the top stair and he had a pretty good line of sight, right to the couch. Where Clark was sitting. Slouching, actually, and breathing hard. Almost as hard as Lex was breathing behind him.
Holy shit—the cock on him…
Lex ran into him from behind, so hard that Whit had to put his hands out to stop himself slamming face first into the loft floor. Lex was crowded against his back, hell--he was nearly climbing his back. Whit heard him whisper an awestruck fuck me into his ear. Felt a long tremor shake Lex from head to toe. And he felt…he felt Lex sliding his hands around to cup him, cup his hips and press what felt like a super-heated iron rod into his back. Whit froze. For a long moment, the only thing he heard was harsh breathing, Clark's and Lex's. Himself--he was pretty sure he wasn't breathing at all. The only things he was sure were working was his cock and his eyes.
And speaking of working...Clark had one huge fucking hand wrapped around his fucking huge cock, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back against the couch. His hips moved in slow rolling circles, fucking in and out of the tunnel of his hand. His knees were spread wide, and his shorts were bunched around his ankles. Whit had a good view of everything. Balls, ass, cock…funny how hot all that was when you were spying on the most unreal gorgeous guy in the world jerking off. And his friend was behind you, grinding his hard-on into your ass…Whit dropped forward a little and spread his legs. Lex took a second to line up the hard ridge tenting his pants and Whit helped him by grinding back on him until he was snug against his ass, nothing between them except…well, probably silk, linen, denim and cotton—Lex began a fucking motion that had Whit chewing on his lips and trying not to groan out loud or move enough to make the stairs creak.
Clark was moving faster now, licked his lips like someone on a porn vid and groaned, muttered something…man-shoes? Whit's cock jerked along with Clark's. Fucking hell, he was illegal, he was so hot. Whit hissed and slowly, carefully, eased his zipper open, took himself in hand. shii—iit. He could feel sweat bead up on his neck, his back…Lex hooked fingers into the top of his almost designer jeans and in one smooth motion slid boxers and jeans both under his ass—fuck, that Lex was a talented mother-fucker.…
Whit hissed as hot, hard and *naked*, so fucking naked, flesh slid against his ass. God—Lex's cock was so hot it burned, so velvety smooth it made him want more skin to skin contact. He should be shocked and horrified--instead, he was feeling drunk, stoned and begging Lex to fuck him harder—in his mind, at least. Lex surged back and forth, rubbing the head of his cock over his asshole, who knew that could feel so good? If the bastard didn't stop, there was no way he could keep himself quiet, no way at all. Lex twisted, and the head of his cock nudged inside, and slid out again and Whit bit down hard on his tongue, grabbed a handful of stair tread and almost cried, it felt that damn good.
His fingers were going to be full of slivers.
Clark was grunting now, the hand on his cock working hard. He reached down and palmed his balls and Lex cursed, so quietly Whit almost didn't hear him but he definitely felt him. Felt him jerk and a spurt of wet hit the small of Whit's back and crept down the cleft of his ass. He tried not to moan or even *think* about how fucking hot that was, or what it *meant* that he though it was. Whit trembled, his head dipped. He didn't have the strength to hold it up anymore but Lex was kind enough to grab a handful of his hair and pull his head up for him. It *hurt*--and Whit's cock throbbed, dripped, and that went on his 'don't think about it list' too.
Guuuunh…thanks Lex…He looked up just in time to see Clark's huge hand inch down between his legs, and circle his hole with a long thick finger. Lex leaned over Whit and groaned, "Fuck look at him I'm going to die help me…"
Whit figured Lex might be momentarily confused between death and orgasm, but *he* wasn't. He stroked himself harder, rocking into Lex with the force, and Lex reached under him and knocked his hand away. Whit let him take over, and concentrated on snapping his ass back against Lex, wiggling to get more sensation and maybe, god willing, penetration. Clark was fucking himself like—like Whit was wishing for, and pre-come was dripping and pooling onto his ridged stomach, he was gasping louder now, and murmuring became chanting and he was saying over and over, "…dying for you…. rub your cock…my face, come on me…"
"Oh—fucking *hell*," Lex groaned, and Clark's eyes flew open and locked with Whit's.
"Oh—oh—fu--"
Clark's eyes went out of focus, his hips snapped, and came hard, stippling his stomach and chest. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a soundless snarl and Whit thought that was hotter than any noise he might have made. Instead of stopping and running away like sane people, Lex's hand tightened on him, moved faster and--well fuck, he'd been half-hard almost all day, hard enough to break things the last few minutes--there was no stopping him now. Whit gasped, came all over the wooden floor, all over Lex's hand, at the same time, Lex shivered, and much too calmly said, "I'm coming." and a hot flood rushed up his back, and Lex's cock thumped against his skin and he said Clark's name so low Whit barely heard but Clark jumped and hissed, his cock flexed.
And then, the lovely magic bubble of sex burst and reality came flooding in with a damn vengeance.
"What the *fuck* is going on? What are you doing here?" Clark yelled, trying to pull his shorts up and shove his cock in them at the same time. He was angry as hell, and he would have looked really scary, Whit thought, except for the come dribbling down his stomach…sexy, tight stomach...Clark glanced down at himself and hissed, "Shoot!" He yanked a shirt out of the couch cushions and smeared it around his belly.
Whit was about to point out it wasn't helping but Lex interrupted him by yelling right back. "What are *you* doing?" as loud as Clark had.
Lex was magically tucked away, fresh, unwrinkled and his chin held high--one eyebrow lifted. He looked arrogant as hell and somehow, was not even breaking a sweat. How the fuck did he do that, the son-ofa bitch?
Clark immediately began explaining, apologizing…Whit watched in awe. Lex had just about fucked him on the stairs of the Kent barn, they'd spied on Clark in a private moment and got off on it—and Lex was attacking instead of falling all over himself begging forgiveness? And Clark was begging forgiveness instead? What the fuck—how did he *do* that? And now he pulled a handkerchief from somewhere and was wiping Lexspooge off his back like it was a perfectly average, everyday thing to do…God.
He was totally in love with Lex...and also wanted Clark to fuck him in the worst way.
Lex balled up the handkerchief, and shoved it in Whit's pocket--Gee, thanks for that."Clark! Masturbating—here, in public—in the open, where any innocent by passer could hardly fail to see?"
oh, too bad, Lex…you almost had him…
"Innocent?" Clark glared, "You're hardly innocent. You either Whit, stop acting like you’re not here."
Whit yanked his pants up over his ass and trying to decide if the sitch called for smiling or scowling or maybe running, when Lex made it easy for him; he slid his hand into the still open waistband and Whit just kind of groaned and let his knees buckle. Clark swelled up like an angry tomcat, and Whit heard him growl--like a fucking*tiger*.
Freaky.
Clark came up off the couch and was in front of them before Whit could blink, he pulled him right off the stairs and away from Lex. Whit yelped, and then moaned. Clark's lips were impossibly soft…softer than he'd imagined they'd be when he had that one lightning quick thought, back when he thought hoped Lana wanted a threesome with him and Clark--guuunh--threesome. Fuck yeah--
Clark tossed Whit onto the couch and grabbed Lex by the neck. "Get up here."
"Ow, fuck—I pushed it too hard didn't I? I always do—I just never know when to—ow."
Whit watched open mouthed as Clark peeled Lex like a banana. His clothes littered the loft floor, huge pieces of expensive confetti. "There. Just the way I've always wanted you." He turned back to look at Whit. "And you, you need to get naked too. Lana—pfft. Idiot."
"Yeah?" Whit could feel himself grinning like…well yes, an idiot, as he stripped faster than ever before in his life. "Nice."
Lex looked as dignified as he could naked and covered with goose bumps. "What makes you think I'd want to share you with Whit—?"
"Oh please. I know that you want me—I know you *love* me. I know too that you're just a big old—slut. And besides, you know you'd *pay* to watch me have sex with Whit. He's hot as hell."
Okaaay, what happened today was, Lex killed us by driving like a maniac. Sad. Whit thought. All this was just one *hell* of a last fantasy brought on by dying brain cells. Ah well--if that was the case, he'd better get naked in a mother fucking hurry…
TBC.
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