SV fic post: All Yours part 2
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roxyTitle: ? nothing yet besides talky little hookerfic
Fandom: SV! YAY!!
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:R!
Summary: Lex picks up a hooker…what else is there to say? :)
Part 2 of maybe 3
This was supposed to be my Christmas story but as you can see, it is late. But! I am thrilled that Lex decided to talk to me, even if Clark didn't. *pout*
There's a bit of porn in this part! It's tiny and sort of fly-by, but it's not too bad. I use my porn signal icon to celebrate!
If you read it, please let me know—I won’t even front, I need the ego boo. *roxy be showing the age*
Lex strolled across the wood and glass tiled floor of the apartment and Hookerguy followed him. Lex waited for some reaction to the place—the designer who did it had sucked up wads of cash to make the place scream 'I'm so rich I vomit money'…the kid, however, didn't turn a hair. He looked bored as hell, and when Lex tossed his coat across the back of his ever-so-painfully-stylish couch, the guy dropped his jacket there too. Looked at the couch and snorted, like he'd caught Lex wearing--flannel and overalls and chewing on straw. Lex frowned. It didn’t help that he personally thought the couch looked like a result of congress between a kidney and a dozen blocks of acrylic. The fucker was *supposed* to be impressive, damn it. Fucking Dad and his "recommendations".
"So, what's your name?" Lex asked. He stomped over to the bar, and busied himself fixing a drink to cover the brief stab of insecurity.
Hookerguy laughed, a lazy, velvet stroke of sound. He looked around; his bored expression even more pronounced and he smirked when his eyes landed on Lex. "My name? Seriously? You want to do it that way? Okay." He shrugged. "Whatever you want it to be."
"If you want to get paid, you'll humor me. What's your name?"
The kid scowled--he looked less like a Grecian god, and more like an easily provoked and very dangerous lion. He started to speak, hesitated and then shrugged. "Clark."
"Good boy. You're playing nice. Mine is Lex Luthor."
Clark snorted. "Surprise, surprise." He walked across the chrome and glass tundra and threw himself on the ugly couch, uninvited. "What are you doing in Gotham, Lex Luthor, when your regular stalking grounds are Metropolis?"
"What business is it of yours, Hoo—Clark?"
"None, of course. I'm from there—near there." The bright green of his eyes dimmed for a moment and Lex thought he looked almost…sad? Regretful? "Small town outside of the city."
He laughed again at some private joke and Lex bristled. In his experience, private jokes were never a good thing and tended to center around him. Lex yanked his shirt out of the waist of his trousers, and popped the button. "Yes? That's incredibly uninteresting. Are you sure you understand what this whoring business is about? I mean—" He raised an eyebrow pointedly. Clark smirked and slid a huge hand between his legs, and Lex wondered why he'd ever thought there was any softness in this kid. His eyes were green shards of ice….
"What, you don't want to pretend like it's a date? I mean, you brought me home and all." He glanced around the place again. "Excuse me, you brought me to the *showcase*."
Lex flushed. He was *not* trying to impress a whore like he was a favorite daughter of some CEO. This place was just closer. Right--than any of the five star hotels they'd passed on the way, and shut up, he told his brain. "Most of my dates end up right here. I plan to fuck you, then send you home in a cab, and that too, will be just like my average date."
"And you, so *incredibly* charming," Clark said, removing his shoes and socks in a totally business-like and bored manner. Lex sighed. It should have made him feel better, less oddly of balance, watching Clark treat him like any other trick which of course he was and…and maybe he'd wandered off into some odd fantasy land in that parking lot....
"Listen—".
"Shhh." Clark held a finger over his lips, and stood. Rewarded Lex's silence by peeling off what Lex saw now was an artfully distressed and aged t-shirt that he was pretty sure he'd seen downtown in a snottily exclusive shop's window. Lex was beginning to feel that he'd misread the situation--
That thought flew from his mind as an acre of gold, toned, and marble smooth chest came into view. Clark dropped the tee and slid his hands down his stomach to the very low waist of his jeans. "So charming, I can't imagine how you manage to convince your dates to go home," he said, and lovingly traced the thin line of hair trailing into the now open waistband.
Lex imagined following those fingers with his tongue and felt a rush of blood southwards, hard at the thought like he was fifteen again, and winced. He said, "I'm really only paying for the fuck, you can keep the sarcasm." He'd aimed for sounding superior, but only managed to sound a little wounded. *damn it*. He swallowed. This Clark was throwing him off his game in a way that usually only his dad managed, the bastard.
Clark unzipped and stepped out the skintight black jeans. "The sarcasm is totally free," he said.
Lex gulped. There was nothing underneath those jeans but more golden skin…and a huge dick. Good. God.There would be no forgetting this night. Lex promised himself to memorize every bit of the evening.
"So? Cat got your tongue?"
"Shut up and put your mouth to good use."
Clark walked—stalked—up to him, and Lex waited for him to drop and go to work. Instead, he dropped his mouth to Lex's neck, cupped his head with one of those big, big hands and squeezed until Lex moaned. Clark pressed his nose against the arch of his neck and sniffed.
Lex gasped, and cataloged this new sensation—this spark of total lust at being sniffed. No wait—licked—no wait—he let out another long moan when Clark bit down over a pulse point and chuckled, a warm burst of air against Lex's damp skin.
Clark had his hands around Lex's waist, tight, so tight it made Lex feel fragile, small…and so fucking hard, it hurt. Clark was roughly shoving aside the material of his shirt. "You feel nice, smooth…I like that," Clark whispered into Lex's ear, "Your skin is so cool to the touch…."
Lex bit his lip; he was throbbing, painfully hard, from…nothing, yet. Nothing but the heat of Clark's hands, his lips at his ear…fuck. This was fucked up…Clark rolled his hips and brushed his dick across Lex's still cloth covered hard-on. Lex felt his dick jump, leak into the teasing slide of his boxers. "Damn it, wait. I don’t plan to come in my pants."
Clark leaned back and beamed at Lex. "Yeah? Maybe I should try to make you come in your pants. I kinda like the idea you're that hot for me."
"You're a terrible whore," he said and waited for some sort of apology from Clark but instead, he scowled, gripped the waist of Lex's pants in both hands and yanked down, ripping the fabric and leaving long hot streaks of red down Lex's thighs. "Ow! You really are terrible at this—*and* you have no business sense." he snapped.
Clark smirked, "Oh really? You're still hard. Harder."
Lex saw that the same was true of Clark…and this was turning into the weirdest encounter he'd ever had with a member of the working class. Weren't things supposed to be going his way since he was the one paying? "Well, of course I am. We're unclothed together. I'm supposed to be hard and you're—"
And whatever else he meant to say was gone when Clark went slowly to his knees and rubbed palms against the red streaks on Lex's thighs. "Sorry," he whispered and kissed the marks. His tongue licked across them and Lex hissed, his dick bobbed against Clark's temple as he kissed up the thighs. "Sorry, sorry…" His tongue slicked little circles against his balls, licked up his shaft, and came to a stop against the crown. The pointed tip of his tongue traced the slit and pulled slowly away.
"Shit." Lex shivered. It wasn't just the sensation, though that was incredible. It was the look, that angelic look…long lashes curled against pink cheeks, the deeper pink that stained that mouth…Clark took his dick into that mouth and Lex didn't even try to fight the moan that broke out of him.
Clark looked up—even with his lips red around his dick, his expression managed to be so sweet. His eyes were full of amazement that he was making Lex make that noise, and then the lashes dropped; a red blush swept his cheekbones. Those fingers that had seemed so bold before, were now dancing nervously on his skin, across his hips, on the small of his back, as though Clark was unsure where to rest them. The corners of his eyes grew wet as he tried to take all of Lex in…he drew off and breathed deeply, fingers touching Lex's damp shaft, trembling, afraid to go on, unwilling to stop but unsure of what to do next…
Lex felt a pinch of worry…had he been wrong? Had Clark been acting the whole time, was he really not what he'd pretended to be…he seemed so…unskilled. Clark sighed, leaned forward Lex watched him, mouth open and a surge of lust made his dick jump and precome drip in a thin thread caught up on Clark's fingers. He smiled and licked them clean…
Lex closed his eyes and growled, "God damn, you're *good*, I can almost buy it, the shy virgin—"
Clark grinned up at him. "Liar, you *totally* bought it. Knew that would get you going." He took Lex back in and pushed forward and Lex groaned—he was in the boy's throat, deep, in and…tight, shit…Clark was pulling away again.
He opened his eyes and Clark was on his heels, licking his lip and smiling. "You look pretty like that," he said.
Lex moaned. "Are you such a talky bitch with all your clients?"
Grinning wider, Clark shook his head. "You're special"
"Thanks. How much is 'special' going to cost me?"
Clark laughed, and this time it was light and clear and Lex knew, his real laugh. "You can afford it. Anyway, I'm serious. I'll show you." He went down on Lex again, all about business this time, no play. He worked Lex's dick into his throat and swallowed. Lex let out a short sharp shout, and jacked his hips forward. He grabbed handfuls of Clark's hair and held him in place, and fucked his mouth—he was almost there when Clark stopped him. Again.
Lex groaned in frustrated disbelief. What the hell…he wrapped his own hand around himself and thrust quickly, furiously.
Clark grabbed his hips, so tightly it hurt. Lex took a second…if he breathed too deep right now, he'd come—he was sure of it. Clark gripped him tighter. "Don't. I don’t want you to come yet."
Frustration and the need to come right fucking then was making Lex cranky—he felt he had a right to be. "Why the hell *not*—Jesus, have I told you how much you suck at this whole selling your *ASS* thing?"
Clark laughed, and grabbed him by the hand not holding his dick. "Let go. Come on." The grin he turned on Lex this time was full of mischief, and Lex was certain, a kind of fondness. It was a grin that promised—fun. Lex cursed himself for smiling back. Clark was pulling him along with that grin, kept sneaking glances over his shoulder but unerringly dragging Lex up a set of stairs and right back towards a space that had been carved out for use as a bedroom. The bed took up the center of the space; its back wall was industrial type glass windows that looked out over…nothing. Other buildings, other former warehouses. Clark dropped Lex's hand strode over to the walls and yanked the gauzy drapes shut. A dim blue light settled over everything. He looked Lex up and down. "You look beautiful in this light. Unearthly…"
Lex struggled to ignore the heat in his gaze. "How did you know where to go?" he asked. "I don’t ever let anyone up here…not even my dad has seen this…"
Clark shrugged, his eyes cutting away from Lex's. "I get…feelings sometimes. I thought this had to be it. That or your office," he grinned. "Besides, it's no big deal--there aren't a lot of doors on this level." He peered over the top of a block glass wall. "Ooo, nice shower. Big. Roomy." He turned to Lex. "Would you like to fuck in the shower?"
Lex closed his eyes and winced—he'd started to fade on their head-long rush up the stairs but now—hard again. "Yes. And on the bed, and the floor, and possibly on the dresser, I'm fairly flexible—" he stopped and opened his eyes. Clark was laughing silently.
"It's your dime, Lex—so to speak."
"Do I have you all night?"
Clark's face darkened, and he turned away from Lex. "I guess…yeah. I guess you do." He whirled back towards Lex with his arms spread wide, and a smile nothing like the one he'd given him on the stairs. "I'm all yours."
Lex started at the sudden movement, but Clark's words lit up in his brain like a neon sign. "I'm all yours."
Clark's hands landed on his body, and Lex turned his mouth up to his, and melted into the kiss but it was already too late—Lex was thinking, and sooner or later, his body would catch up with his mind.
part 3
TBC
Fandom: SV! YAY!!
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:R!
Summary: Lex picks up a hooker…what else is there to say? :)
Part 2 of maybe 3
This was supposed to be my Christmas story but as you can see, it is late. But! I am thrilled that Lex decided to talk to me, even if Clark didn't. *pout*
There's a bit of porn in this part! It's tiny and sort of fly-by, but it's not too bad. I use my porn signal icon to celebrate!
If you read it, please let me know—I won’t even front, I need the ego boo. *roxy be showing the age*
Lex strolled across the wood and glass tiled floor of the apartment and Hookerguy followed him. Lex waited for some reaction to the place—the designer who did it had sucked up wads of cash to make the place scream 'I'm so rich I vomit money'…the kid, however, didn't turn a hair. He looked bored as hell, and when Lex tossed his coat across the back of his ever-so-painfully-stylish couch, the guy dropped his jacket there too. Looked at the couch and snorted, like he'd caught Lex wearing--flannel and overalls and chewing on straw. Lex frowned. It didn’t help that he personally thought the couch looked like a result of congress between a kidney and a dozen blocks of acrylic. The fucker was *supposed* to be impressive, damn it. Fucking Dad and his "recommendations".
"So, what's your name?" Lex asked. He stomped over to the bar, and busied himself fixing a drink to cover the brief stab of insecurity.
Hookerguy laughed, a lazy, velvet stroke of sound. He looked around; his bored expression even more pronounced and he smirked when his eyes landed on Lex. "My name? Seriously? You want to do it that way? Okay." He shrugged. "Whatever you want it to be."
"If you want to get paid, you'll humor me. What's your name?"
The kid scowled--he looked less like a Grecian god, and more like an easily provoked and very dangerous lion. He started to speak, hesitated and then shrugged. "Clark."
"Good boy. You're playing nice. Mine is Lex Luthor."
Clark snorted. "Surprise, surprise." He walked across the chrome and glass tundra and threw himself on the ugly couch, uninvited. "What are you doing in Gotham, Lex Luthor, when your regular stalking grounds are Metropolis?"
"What business is it of yours, Hoo—Clark?"
"None, of course. I'm from there—near there." The bright green of his eyes dimmed for a moment and Lex thought he looked almost…sad? Regretful? "Small town outside of the city."
He laughed again at some private joke and Lex bristled. In his experience, private jokes were never a good thing and tended to center around him. Lex yanked his shirt out of the waist of his trousers, and popped the button. "Yes? That's incredibly uninteresting. Are you sure you understand what this whoring business is about? I mean—" He raised an eyebrow pointedly. Clark smirked and slid a huge hand between his legs, and Lex wondered why he'd ever thought there was any softness in this kid. His eyes were green shards of ice….
"What, you don't want to pretend like it's a date? I mean, you brought me home and all." He glanced around the place again. "Excuse me, you brought me to the *showcase*."
Lex flushed. He was *not* trying to impress a whore like he was a favorite daughter of some CEO. This place was just closer. Right--than any of the five star hotels they'd passed on the way, and shut up, he told his brain. "Most of my dates end up right here. I plan to fuck you, then send you home in a cab, and that too, will be just like my average date."
"And you, so *incredibly* charming," Clark said, removing his shoes and socks in a totally business-like and bored manner. Lex sighed. It should have made him feel better, less oddly of balance, watching Clark treat him like any other trick which of course he was and…and maybe he'd wandered off into some odd fantasy land in that parking lot....
"Listen—".
"Shhh." Clark held a finger over his lips, and stood. Rewarded Lex's silence by peeling off what Lex saw now was an artfully distressed and aged t-shirt that he was pretty sure he'd seen downtown in a snottily exclusive shop's window. Lex was beginning to feel that he'd misread the situation--
That thought flew from his mind as an acre of gold, toned, and marble smooth chest came into view. Clark dropped the tee and slid his hands down his stomach to the very low waist of his jeans. "So charming, I can't imagine how you manage to convince your dates to go home," he said, and lovingly traced the thin line of hair trailing into the now open waistband.
Lex imagined following those fingers with his tongue and felt a rush of blood southwards, hard at the thought like he was fifteen again, and winced. He said, "I'm really only paying for the fuck, you can keep the sarcasm." He'd aimed for sounding superior, but only managed to sound a little wounded. *damn it*. He swallowed. This Clark was throwing him off his game in a way that usually only his dad managed, the bastard.
Clark unzipped and stepped out the skintight black jeans. "The sarcasm is totally free," he said.
Lex gulped. There was nothing underneath those jeans but more golden skin…and a huge dick. Good. God.There would be no forgetting this night. Lex promised himself to memorize every bit of the evening.
"So? Cat got your tongue?"
"Shut up and put your mouth to good use."
Clark walked—stalked—up to him, and Lex waited for him to drop and go to work. Instead, he dropped his mouth to Lex's neck, cupped his head with one of those big, big hands and squeezed until Lex moaned. Clark pressed his nose against the arch of his neck and sniffed.
Lex gasped, and cataloged this new sensation—this spark of total lust at being sniffed. No wait—licked—no wait—he let out another long moan when Clark bit down over a pulse point and chuckled, a warm burst of air against Lex's damp skin.
Clark had his hands around Lex's waist, tight, so tight it made Lex feel fragile, small…and so fucking hard, it hurt. Clark was roughly shoving aside the material of his shirt. "You feel nice, smooth…I like that," Clark whispered into Lex's ear, "Your skin is so cool to the touch…."
Lex bit his lip; he was throbbing, painfully hard, from…nothing, yet. Nothing but the heat of Clark's hands, his lips at his ear…fuck. This was fucked up…Clark rolled his hips and brushed his dick across Lex's still cloth covered hard-on. Lex felt his dick jump, leak into the teasing slide of his boxers. "Damn it, wait. I don’t plan to come in my pants."
Clark leaned back and beamed at Lex. "Yeah? Maybe I should try to make you come in your pants. I kinda like the idea you're that hot for me."
"You're a terrible whore," he said and waited for some sort of apology from Clark but instead, he scowled, gripped the waist of Lex's pants in both hands and yanked down, ripping the fabric and leaving long hot streaks of red down Lex's thighs. "Ow! You really are terrible at this—*and* you have no business sense." he snapped.
Clark smirked, "Oh really? You're still hard. Harder."
Lex saw that the same was true of Clark…and this was turning into the weirdest encounter he'd ever had with a member of the working class. Weren't things supposed to be going his way since he was the one paying? "Well, of course I am. We're unclothed together. I'm supposed to be hard and you're—"
And whatever else he meant to say was gone when Clark went slowly to his knees and rubbed palms against the red streaks on Lex's thighs. "Sorry," he whispered and kissed the marks. His tongue licked across them and Lex hissed, his dick bobbed against Clark's temple as he kissed up the thighs. "Sorry, sorry…" His tongue slicked little circles against his balls, licked up his shaft, and came to a stop against the crown. The pointed tip of his tongue traced the slit and pulled slowly away.
"Shit." Lex shivered. It wasn't just the sensation, though that was incredible. It was the look, that angelic look…long lashes curled against pink cheeks, the deeper pink that stained that mouth…Clark took his dick into that mouth and Lex didn't even try to fight the moan that broke out of him.
Clark looked up—even with his lips red around his dick, his expression managed to be so sweet. His eyes were full of amazement that he was making Lex make that noise, and then the lashes dropped; a red blush swept his cheekbones. Those fingers that had seemed so bold before, were now dancing nervously on his skin, across his hips, on the small of his back, as though Clark was unsure where to rest them. The corners of his eyes grew wet as he tried to take all of Lex in…he drew off and breathed deeply, fingers touching Lex's damp shaft, trembling, afraid to go on, unwilling to stop but unsure of what to do next…
Lex felt a pinch of worry…had he been wrong? Had Clark been acting the whole time, was he really not what he'd pretended to be…he seemed so…unskilled. Clark sighed, leaned forward Lex watched him, mouth open and a surge of lust made his dick jump and precome drip in a thin thread caught up on Clark's fingers. He smiled and licked them clean…
Lex closed his eyes and growled, "God damn, you're *good*, I can almost buy it, the shy virgin—"
Clark grinned up at him. "Liar, you *totally* bought it. Knew that would get you going." He took Lex back in and pushed forward and Lex groaned—he was in the boy's throat, deep, in and…tight, shit…Clark was pulling away again.
He opened his eyes and Clark was on his heels, licking his lip and smiling. "You look pretty like that," he said.
Lex moaned. "Are you such a talky bitch with all your clients?"
Grinning wider, Clark shook his head. "You're special"
"Thanks. How much is 'special' going to cost me?"
Clark laughed, and this time it was light and clear and Lex knew, his real laugh. "You can afford it. Anyway, I'm serious. I'll show you." He went down on Lex again, all about business this time, no play. He worked Lex's dick into his throat and swallowed. Lex let out a short sharp shout, and jacked his hips forward. He grabbed handfuls of Clark's hair and held him in place, and fucked his mouth—he was almost there when Clark stopped him. Again.
Lex groaned in frustrated disbelief. What the hell…he wrapped his own hand around himself and thrust quickly, furiously.
Clark grabbed his hips, so tightly it hurt. Lex took a second…if he breathed too deep right now, he'd come—he was sure of it. Clark gripped him tighter. "Don't. I don’t want you to come yet."
Frustration and the need to come right fucking then was making Lex cranky—he felt he had a right to be. "Why the hell *not*—Jesus, have I told you how much you suck at this whole selling your *ASS* thing?"
Clark laughed, and grabbed him by the hand not holding his dick. "Let go. Come on." The grin he turned on Lex this time was full of mischief, and Lex was certain, a kind of fondness. It was a grin that promised—fun. Lex cursed himself for smiling back. Clark was pulling him along with that grin, kept sneaking glances over his shoulder but unerringly dragging Lex up a set of stairs and right back towards a space that had been carved out for use as a bedroom. The bed took up the center of the space; its back wall was industrial type glass windows that looked out over…nothing. Other buildings, other former warehouses. Clark dropped Lex's hand strode over to the walls and yanked the gauzy drapes shut. A dim blue light settled over everything. He looked Lex up and down. "You look beautiful in this light. Unearthly…"
Lex struggled to ignore the heat in his gaze. "How did you know where to go?" he asked. "I don’t ever let anyone up here…not even my dad has seen this…"
Clark shrugged, his eyes cutting away from Lex's. "I get…feelings sometimes. I thought this had to be it. That or your office," he grinned. "Besides, it's no big deal--there aren't a lot of doors on this level." He peered over the top of a block glass wall. "Ooo, nice shower. Big. Roomy." He turned to Lex. "Would you like to fuck in the shower?"
Lex closed his eyes and winced—he'd started to fade on their head-long rush up the stairs but now—hard again. "Yes. And on the bed, and the floor, and possibly on the dresser, I'm fairly flexible—" he stopped and opened his eyes. Clark was laughing silently.
"It's your dime, Lex—so to speak."
"Do I have you all night?"
Clark's face darkened, and he turned away from Lex. "I guess…yeah. I guess you do." He whirled back towards Lex with his arms spread wide, and a smile nothing like the one he'd given him on the stairs. "I'm all yours."
Lex started at the sudden movement, but Clark's words lit up in his brain like a neon sign. "I'm all yours."
Clark's hands landed on his body, and Lex turned his mouth up to his, and melted into the kiss but it was already too late—Lex was thinking, and sooner or later, his body would catch up with his mind.
part 3
TBC
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12/31/08 02:07 am (UTC)Title suggestion: Angel Eyes
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do a play on opposites - Angel___________, Sinful ___________
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12/31/08 08:05 am (UTC)Oooo! Titles! Thank you, thank you! I'll add them to the think on it list!
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12/31/08 02:09 am (UTC)>"You're a terrible whore," he said...
i love it that lex keeps telling him how bad he is at this. *g*
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12/31/08 02:12 am (UTC)Title suggestions:
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Waits for more. :-D
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12/31/08 03:58 am (UTC)Truer words have never been spoken.
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12/31/08 03:09 am (UTC)What, what, whaaaat?I can't figure it out!!!
Loving! Hot and sexy, and oh, poor Lex, in so much trouble already and he doesn't even know it, heee!!
I betcha Clark was never a hooker to begin with! :P
MORE, please!
oooo, yummy icon!
12/31/08 08:12 am (UTC)*roxy, leaping out into space without a net, as usual*
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12/31/08 03:31 am (UTC)But I'm still absolutely loving Lex reactions to Clark. ;) hehe SEXY! You could work as Clark's publicist. ;) hehe
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12/31/08 08:12 am (UTC)I think Lex just likes being overly critical.
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1/3/09 02:14 am (UTC)*grab and hug*
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12/31/08 10:01 am (UTC)I'm intrigued by this Clark, you made him so multi-layered here. I loved his reaction to Lex's "showcase", totally unimpressed, and I love how he seems to be perfectly experienced one moment and then almost insecure the next.
And I'm so glad we're seeing everything through Lex's pov!
I really hope you can continue soon!
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1/3/09 02:17 am (UTC)Clark is a lot more than the street kid Lex thinks he's brought home. :)
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12/31/08 02:09 pm (UTC)I can't wait to read "the porn" then!! LOL :D
I like delayed Christmas gift, they're often the best like this one :)
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12/31/08 02:44 pm (UTC)*loosens collar and fans self*
LOL!
Awesome, and a very sexy, update!
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1/3/09 02:19 am (UTC)Thank you, thank you! *curtsies*
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12/31/08 03:43 pm (UTC)And Lex loves him as such!
Yay.
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12/31/08 03:45 pm (UTC)You are too adorable.
And this story is so sexy and fun. :D
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1/3/09 02:21 am (UTC)*G*
I'm glad you're enjoying it, dear one!
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12/31/08 08:09 pm (UTC)*dances you*
Pretty, snarly, hurting and needing boys. Luff them!
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1/3/09 02:08 am (UTC)Thank you so much--I'm glad that's coming through! Clark is definitely enjoying keeping Lex off-balance.
I hope to have the next bit up tonight!
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1/2/09 02:31 pm (UTC)I can't wait for the next one! :-)
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1/3/09 01:59 am (UTC)*beams*
So, care to help me out on this next bit? *roxy quickly work on your unfounded guilt, 'cause she's evol like that*
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1/3/09 09:49 pm (UTC)*death by porn*
1/27/09 04:44 pm (UTC)*eyesgluedtothescreen*
Re: *death by porn*
1/27/09 04:47 pm (UTC)Best way to go!