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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...woo-hoo!
The previous parts are here, writing a story and they want to know what should come after "and then I swallowed his throbbing manly rod of pulsating pleasure…"
Lex stood tall and tried to affect as dignified an air as possible…there was just the smallest outside chance he could pull it off. He admitted, that "big old slut" comment stung—he wasn't as indiscriminate as Clark seemed to think. Granted, he enjoyed sex, enjoyed it very much, but *slut*?
…maybe.
He opened his mouth to speak, and realized every brain cell was pretty much drooling at the sight of Clark and therefore was of no help to him. And also, Clark was right; he'd pay a raja's ransom to see him fuck Whit. Who was looking a little dazed and but ready for it—more than ready. Ah, youth.
VIII
Clark looked from Whit to Lex back to Whit. Wow…this was like his best fantasies come to life. He wondered briefly if there was any way he could have them both without them killing each other…with just the tiniest twinge of guilt, he decided that he'd let them handle it or not between the two of them. He sure hoped it wouldn't come to death….
IX
Whit felt pinned by the weight of whatever was in the room with them now. Clark and Lex were looking at each other like rottweilers at a plate of filet mignon. He had no place here really—it had always been about the two of them and he was just a bug caught on the windshield of their lives. He sighed and dropped his hands from his fly. So much for that…
"Whit, what's taking you so long? Strip." Lex asked, stalking over to the couch. Whit watched his cock bounce as he walked. What? Oh yeah…so long…Clark strolled over, big and erect again and cocky…since when did Kent get that cocky? He rolled onto the couch like he was a king mounting his throne, and Lex poured himself right over Clark's lap. Whit admired the long, muscled, ivory line of Lex's back, the thick golden thighs supporting him. Lex curved his neck and looked back. "Come on, Whitney. We haven't got forever. How long *do* we have, Clark?" he asked.
"Don’t worry; I'll hear them come back in plenty of time—we're safe," Clark smiled, and Lex fixed him with an odd, searching gaze, full of interesting byplay that normally would have had Whit's full attention but he was busy ripping at his clothes—Whit figured it was about Lex probably spotting Clark for the big old meteor mutant he just *had* to be. Big deal—half of Smallville had something rattling in the closet…so to speak.
X
There'd been something amazing about kissing Clark while Lex was doing his damn best to suck his jugular out of his throat, Whit thought. Clark was all soft and wet and deep dreamy kisses, almost submissive once he got his way, and Lex was hard-edged, clear about what he wanted, forceful about getting the result he wanted—kisses were given but he was impatient to get at what he really wanted…which right now was swallowing Whit's dick as deep as he could, massaging his balls, and his thumb and forefinger were looped around the base of Clark's cock, sliding up and down as it tipped in and out of Whit's ass, making Clark groan and whimper.
Whit shrieked inside his tightly closed mouth. God, he *wanted* to scream and scream and scream but he was afraid of not being able to stop once he started and fuck, sound carried out here in the quiet. Instead, he jammed the heel of his hand against his lips and watched Lex's lips thin as he pulled back on his cock, that little scar was white with the pressure, sweat gleamed off his head and lips…he made this deep satisfied sound deep in his throat when he slid back down and Whit thought that was pretty nice and wanted to offer encouragement. "Suck me! Swallow me--deeper! More!"
"Pushy bottom," Clark chuckled and the sound rumbled right through Whit and filled his chest.
Clark, what did he know from pushy…"Clark," he moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh harder—"
Clark took him at his word, and lifted Whit by his hips, and lifted him on and off his cock like he weighed nothing. Whit moaned into his hand. This was it, they were going to kill him. It was so fucking good, he was probably going to die of it, and he could give a shit, really--after all *he* wasn't going to have to explain why he was bare ass naked, covered with spit and come and grinning—he'd be dead. And happy. And dead. Clark moaned and fucked up into him harder, faster, and then there was that--that *spot* Clark was hitting bang, bang, bang like he was trying to win a fucking teddy bear—Whit shuddered all over and Lex slid thickly slick fingers around the tight skin surrounding Clark, touching, tracing, and then--pushed them inside.
Dead--dead, dead dead, Whit repeated in the privacy of his own brain. He felt Lex's knuckles stroking him from inside, and stroking Clark and from the way Clark was screaming (apparently not caring about how sound carried in the quiet country air)—it felt good to him, too, and then, Lex was stroking faster, and sucking like his life depended on it and then he froze and Whit realized with amazement that Lex was coming all over his calves…Lex's finger twisted out and away and Clark proceeded to fuck the hell out of him. Whit had no idea if he was screaming, no idea what he was doing anymore. He felt hot, tight, from both sides. He was in the middle of a whirling pool of ecstasy, absolutely sure that no one--*no* one had ever had sex as good as this ever.
And it was possible to love two people enough to want to…to. Be anything to them, do anything for them, anything at all…
It took him a few minutes to resurface in reality. He was prepared to ignore those overwhelming feeling of love; after all, cumotions were just the aftermath of a grateful body, not real emotions. But it really had felt good, hot and mind-blowing and weirdly---safe, and comfortable. He leaned back against Clark, and relaxed. He was not snuggling. Not.
"Whit," he heard, "you're such a girl," but it was said with fondness and the monster paw rubbing his stomach felt good, sticky but good. Elegant, long and surprisingly strong fingers swiped fussily at his legs, still spread wide over Clark's thighs, with handfuls of kleenix.
Finished, Lex joined them on the couch. He licked Whit's shoulder, pressed a little kiss there and leaned around him to smirk at Clark. "You said mommy when you came, Clark."
"Oh god, ew, you lying, lying motherfucker, I did not!"
"You see this Whit? Already you're a bad influence on him." Whit smiled, rather pleased with himself.
They sniped back and forth at each other and Whit closed his eyes, yawned and snuggled deeper. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t kill each other and sure enough, in a few minutes, they were both wrapped around Whit like his own personal blanket. He hoped someone was listening for Clark's parents—he didn’t have the strength.
Two sets of hands smoothed and patted him and he'd never pictured this part of a threesome…well, he'd never pictured quite so much cock in his threesome either. Later, when he was fully awake, there'd be some questions and some explaining and maybe some repression…and Lana. He shuddered and Clark and Lex both tightened their grips and kissed and nuzzled…and he'd worry about all that later, 'cause later was coming soon enough.
5-27-2008
Happy Birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rosy5000!
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lex/Clark/ Whit
Rating: NC-17. n is for nasty.
Summary: It's PWP...woo-hoo!
The previous parts are here, writing a story and they want to know what should come after "and then I swallowed his throbbing manly rod of pulsating pleasure…"
Lex stood tall and tried to affect as dignified an air as possible…there was just the smallest outside chance he could pull it off. He admitted, that "big old slut" comment stung—he wasn't as indiscriminate as Clark seemed to think. Granted, he enjoyed sex, enjoyed it very much, but *slut*?
…maybe.
He opened his mouth to speak, and realized every brain cell was pretty much drooling at the sight of Clark and therefore was of no help to him. And also, Clark was right; he'd pay a raja's ransom to see him fuck Whit. Who was looking a little dazed and but ready for it—more than ready. Ah, youth.
VIII
Clark looked from Whit to Lex back to Whit. Wow…this was like his best fantasies come to life. He wondered briefly if there was any way he could have them both without them killing each other…with just the tiniest twinge of guilt, he decided that he'd let them handle it or not between the two of them. He sure hoped it wouldn't come to death….
IX
Whit felt pinned by the weight of whatever was in the room with them now. Clark and Lex were looking at each other like rottweilers at a plate of filet mignon. He had no place here really—it had always been about the two of them and he was just a bug caught on the windshield of their lives. He sighed and dropped his hands from his fly. So much for that…
"Whit, what's taking you so long? Strip." Lex asked, stalking over to the couch. Whit watched his cock bounce as he walked. What? Oh yeah…so long…Clark strolled over, big and erect again and cocky…since when did Kent get that cocky? He rolled onto the couch like he was a king mounting his throne, and Lex poured himself right over Clark's lap. Whit admired the long, muscled, ivory line of Lex's back, the thick golden thighs supporting him. Lex curved his neck and looked back. "Come on, Whitney. We haven't got forever. How long *do* we have, Clark?" he asked.
"Don’t worry; I'll hear them come back in plenty of time—we're safe," Clark smiled, and Lex fixed him with an odd, searching gaze, full of interesting byplay that normally would have had Whit's full attention but he was busy ripping at his clothes—Whit figured it was about Lex probably spotting Clark for the big old meteor mutant he just *had* to be. Big deal—half of Smallville had something rattling in the closet…so to speak.
X
There'd been something amazing about kissing Clark while Lex was doing his damn best to suck his jugular out of his throat, Whit thought. Clark was all soft and wet and deep dreamy kisses, almost submissive once he got his way, and Lex was hard-edged, clear about what he wanted, forceful about getting the result he wanted—kisses were given but he was impatient to get at what he really wanted…which right now was swallowing Whit's dick as deep as he could, massaging his balls, and his thumb and forefinger were looped around the base of Clark's cock, sliding up and down as it tipped in and out of Whit's ass, making Clark groan and whimper.
Whit shrieked inside his tightly closed mouth. God, he *wanted* to scream and scream and scream but he was afraid of not being able to stop once he started and fuck, sound carried out here in the quiet. Instead, he jammed the heel of his hand against his lips and watched Lex's lips thin as he pulled back on his cock, that little scar was white with the pressure, sweat gleamed off his head and lips…he made this deep satisfied sound deep in his throat when he slid back down and Whit thought that was pretty nice and wanted to offer encouragement. "Suck me! Swallow me--deeper! More!"
"Pushy bottom," Clark chuckled and the sound rumbled right through Whit and filled his chest.
Clark, what did he know from pushy…"Clark," he moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh harder—"
Clark took him at his word, and lifted Whit by his hips, and lifted him on and off his cock like he weighed nothing. Whit moaned into his hand. This was it, they were going to kill him. It was so fucking good, he was probably going to die of it, and he could give a shit, really--after all *he* wasn't going to have to explain why he was bare ass naked, covered with spit and come and grinning—he'd be dead. And happy. And dead. Clark moaned and fucked up into him harder, faster, and then there was that--that *spot* Clark was hitting bang, bang, bang like he was trying to win a fucking teddy bear—Whit shuddered all over and Lex slid thickly slick fingers around the tight skin surrounding Clark, touching, tracing, and then--pushed them inside.
Dead--dead, dead dead, Whit repeated in the privacy of his own brain. He felt Lex's knuckles stroking him from inside, and stroking Clark and from the way Clark was screaming (apparently not caring about how sound carried in the quiet country air)—it felt good to him, too, and then, Lex was stroking faster, and sucking like his life depended on it and then he froze and Whit realized with amazement that Lex was coming all over his calves…Lex's finger twisted out and away and Clark proceeded to fuck the hell out of him. Whit had no idea if he was screaming, no idea what he was doing anymore. He felt hot, tight, from both sides. He was in the middle of a whirling pool of ecstasy, absolutely sure that no one--*no* one had ever had sex as good as this ever.
And it was possible to love two people enough to want to…to. Be anything to them, do anything for them, anything at all…
It took him a few minutes to resurface in reality. He was prepared to ignore those overwhelming feeling of love; after all, cumotions were just the aftermath of a grateful body, not real emotions. But it really had felt good, hot and mind-blowing and weirdly---safe, and comfortable. He leaned back against Clark, and relaxed. He was not snuggling. Not.
"Whit," he heard, "you're such a girl," but it was said with fondness and the monster paw rubbing his stomach felt good, sticky but good. Elegant, long and surprisingly strong fingers swiped fussily at his legs, still spread wide over Clark's thighs, with handfuls of kleenix.
Finished, Lex joined them on the couch. He licked Whit's shoulder, pressed a little kiss there and leaned around him to smirk at Clark. "You said mommy when you came, Clark."
"Oh god, ew, you lying, lying motherfucker, I did not!"
"You see this Whit? Already you're a bad influence on him." Whit smiled, rather pleased with himself.
They sniped back and forth at each other and Whit closed his eyes, yawned and snuggled deeper. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t kill each other and sure enough, in a few minutes, they were both wrapped around Whit like his own personal blanket. He hoped someone was listening for Clark's parents—he didn’t have the strength.
Two sets of hands smoothed and patted him and he'd never pictured this part of a threesome…well, he'd never pictured quite so much cock in his threesome either. Later, when he was fully awake, there'd be some questions and some explaining and maybe some repression…and Lana. He shuddered and Clark and Lex both tightened their grips and kissed and nuzzled…and he'd worry about all that later, 'cause later was coming soon enough.
5-27-2008
Happy Birthday,
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5/27/08 11:06 am (UTC)>he was just a bug caught on the windshield of their lives
aw, no, whit, that's not it at all. filet mignon is much more accurate an image. *g*
i like this a lot. there's a sunniness about it that hits me just right. (i'm going to toy in my mind with how clark knew about pushy bottoms. or maybe kal knew...)
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5/27/08 02:59 pm (UTC)Oh, that makes me happy! I wanted it to just be fun, and happy and I wanted Whit to be happy. He's taken a lot of flak from me lately, ;)
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5/27/08 12:37 pm (UTC)Whew!
:-D
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5/27/08 03:02 pm (UTC)eta: 'cause you,know, what makes Whit happy makes Clex happy. *wink*
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5/27/08 01:36 pm (UTC)This is in part X, second sentence in the fifh paragraph. Should it be "they were" or is it deliberate to Whit's POV? Anyway, I really enjoyed this whole storyline -- I love Whit! The end where you describe Clark as having a "monster paw" just about killed me. . . coz it's true. :) Guy is massive! Hee-hee! She said "massive!" XD
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5/27/08 03:07 pm (UTC)WAS? How in the bloody hell did I do *that*?? Okay, embarrassed (and laughing too--kind of funny!)
Thanks for looking out for me, love!
rottweilers at a plate of filet mignon.
5/27/08 02:28 pm (UTC)but wohannnn, the mommy thing killed all my hotsexysweaty muses at thend..........now that was a cold shower!
LOL!!
good, poor whit, yeah, i can right imagine, your threesome in your imagination was different!!!
Re: rottweilers at a plate of filet mignon.
5/27/08 03:08 pm (UTC)Heeheee! I'm sorry, it just popped into my head and made me laugh and laugh!!
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5/27/08 02:29 pm (UTC)Yes!
Perfect.
*twirls you*
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5/27/08 03:09 pm (UTC)A little bit of PWP makes life sweeter...*GRINS*
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5/27/08 02:40 pm (UTC)*dies*
Holy hell woman! That has to be THE hottest threesome EVER!!!! I'm kinda left speechless! lol
Definitely the HOTTEST b-day pressie ever. ;)
*huggles-grope* *smooches*
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5/27/08 03:11 pm (UTC)Who loves you? I does!!!*shnuggles all over you*
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5/27/08 03:17 pm (UTC)Awww! Now I feel all warm and fuzzy inside! :D hehehe
Loves you, right back. *snuggles*
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5/27/08 06:15 pm (UTC)Woah, I'm kind of stumped, all I can think of is the author of the line gets a sound thrashing. ;)
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5/27/08 06:32 pm (UTC)I'm thinking they should stop playing with the shower massager.
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