What Should I Do!!!!
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roxyHelp me! You all are experienced with this Thing Of Ours. I've got a hell of an idea, or I should say, an idea I love to pieces, I want to work on it, but I love what I'm doin' now, too! But I want to share this new thing with ya'll--what do I do? *all perplexed and little forehead wrinkled with confusion*
Pleh! Pleh!
In the meantime, here's some more Exiled. *pats it's little head* Mummy loves you too, sweetheart.
The parts that went before are trapped here in the box canyon--yee-haw!
Clark was groaning, holding on to edge of the car door, Bruce’s arms wrapped around his waist. Bruce was breathing so hard that it was all Clark could hear, that and the slap of flesh as Bruce yanked him back against him, hissing as he went in deeper, and Clark’s muscles clenched around him. This was something new—he was ok with it, Bruce really liked it, fucking him, and he liked for Bruce to be happy. He loved it when Bruce touched him, stroked him, sucked his dick—Bruce pumped harder now, grunting on each thrust and cursing low and steady under his breath, “Gonna fuck you, fuck you, I –god, shit—you’re so hot—hot--”
Clark panted harder, he was getting more turned on than he’d ever been before doing this, he yelped in surprise when Bruce wrapped his hair in his fist and yanked his head to one side and bit savagely at his neck, dug his fingers in as he gripped Clark’s hip hard with the other. He fucked him brutally now, Clark was sure that if he were human, he’d be in pain. Bruce was sobbing, cursing louder, and Clark’s hand flew to his dick, and started working it roughly. Bruce moved, thrust and hit something that made stars explode in Clark’s head, and he rocked back and gasped out “Lex!”
Bruce –screamed—pushed so hard against Clark that he hit the door, and gripped his hips hard, harder—Clark tugged once more and started to come, listening to Bruce yell Lex’s name over and over—it just made him come harder, he shook as he jetted all over the car door-- ha! good! He gasped to himself.
Bruce hung over Clarks back. Shit, he was screwed, so screwed. What had he just done—what was he doing? Fuck. He was a mess and so was Clark, and it was his fault. He staggered back and ripped off the condom, tossed it into the weeds behind him and yanked his pants up. Clark looked scared, sad—it was hard to tell exactly what was on his mind, besides the obvious. They’d both been screaming for Lex. Shit! Shit. And fuck me, how do I fix this?
Bruce watched Clark get dressed quickly, almost as if he was ashamed to have Bruce’s eyes on him. He lifted his head, his green eyes cloudy with worry and sadness. Bruce just opened his arms and Clark walked into them, laid his head against Bruce’s broad chest. He sighed and Bruce smoothed his hair, stroked his back. He couldn’t hold back a sigh himself. He looked out over the field and wished for the thousandth time that summer that he’d never done this. He closed his eyes and laid his head on top of Clark’s and let the warmth of the sun leach out some of the stiffness he felt, warmth from Clark at his front and the sun at his back wove a feeling of serenity around him—he tightened his arms around Clark and smiled slightly when Clark made a snuffling sound against his neck. Clark’s arms went around him and he spoke quietly, the words muffled by Bruce’s chest, so that he had to really concentrate to hear him—maybe it wasn’t meant to be heard, he thought when he realized what Clark said.
“I wish we were in love."
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Lex had had the worst day he could possibly have had. Nothing went right from the moment his alarm went off two hours too late, from getting a message from his Dad about the plant audit, Bruce nagging him about missing employees, and what did he want*him* to do about that, for gods sake, then having to blow off the meeting with Johns, having the car die on the way home--getting passed by about four trucks before one stopped—having it be Clark’s dad, who looked at him like he was pathetic when he pointed out to Lex ‘there’s no gas, young man’ and screw you too, old fart—well, not a very kind thought because Jonathan did bring him some gas—maybe he was starting to thaw towards him, so, bright spot.
By the time he’d gotten home, talked to his dad about some concerns he had concerning the plant and called Johns to reschedule their meeting and somehow ended up with a dinner date with him, he was ready—more than ready to relax, get out of the suit and into something comfortable. Maybe work out with the bag, just work out some kinks. Kinks. Why did that make him think of Bruce and Clark damn it?
Lex yanked off his tie and tossed it on the bed, and kicked off his shoes with force, watched them go skittering across the floor. Ha. Take that. Almost immediately his compulsive self wanted to grab the shoes and tuck them into their proper place in the closet, but he refused to give in to desire, he was going against type today. He was rebelling, oh yes. He ripped his jacket off next, and flung it after his shoes, and debated ripping open the shirt for the thrill of seeing the buttons scatter, but no, that would be over-kill. He contented himself with yanking his pants off and trying to kick them off his leg, which led to his hopping one footed towards the door as he overbalanced and fell on--
“Clark!”
He was held off the floor by Clarks’ hands-- wow he’s fast-- and grinned up at him for a second, a smile to match the one being aimed like a laser at his heart.
“Hey, Lex. You’re just too smooth aren’t you” he laughed, and then blushed when he realized he had a handful of nearly naked Lex. He set him gently the rest of the way on the floor, and Lex sat up in tailor fashion, with his hands on his knees.
“Sit Clark. What’s up? Were you looking for me?” say yes, say yes.
“Well, yes...”
Clark dropped to the floor next to Lex, and leaned back on his hands, his long legs stretched in front of him. Lex took a moment to enjoy the view, and turned to Clark. “Yeah?”
“I want to know about Bruce,” he said, and Lex’s heart squeezed.
“Ok,” he smiled brightly. “What is it you want to know? His shirt size, shoe size…”
“Lex. I want to know what …you are to each other.”
Lex stared for a minute—time seemed to slow to a crawl as his heartbeat sped up.
“Nothing.” He said firmly. “We’re nothing to each other. Strictly friends”
Clark looked at him in disbelief. “Bullshit Lex, lately I’ve been feeling like I got dropped in the middle of something wonky and I have a right to know—what’s going on?”
Lex jumped up and walked to his closet. “Ok. We can have this conversation, but not till I have my pants on”
tbc
Pleh! Pleh!
In the meantime, here's some more Exiled. *pats it's little head* Mummy loves you too, sweetheart.
The parts that went before are trapped here in the box canyon--yee-haw!
Clark was groaning, holding on to edge of the car door, Bruce’s arms wrapped around his waist. Bruce was breathing so hard that it was all Clark could hear, that and the slap of flesh as Bruce yanked him back against him, hissing as he went in deeper, and Clark’s muscles clenched around him. This was something new—he was ok with it, Bruce really liked it, fucking him, and he liked for Bruce to be happy. He loved it when Bruce touched him, stroked him, sucked his dick—Bruce pumped harder now, grunting on each thrust and cursing low and steady under his breath, “Gonna fuck you, fuck you, I –god, shit—you’re so hot—hot--”
Clark panted harder, he was getting more turned on than he’d ever been before doing this, he yelped in surprise when Bruce wrapped his hair in his fist and yanked his head to one side and bit savagely at his neck, dug his fingers in as he gripped Clark’s hip hard with the other. He fucked him brutally now, Clark was sure that if he were human, he’d be in pain. Bruce was sobbing, cursing louder, and Clark’s hand flew to his dick, and started working it roughly. Bruce moved, thrust and hit something that made stars explode in Clark’s head, and he rocked back and gasped out “Lex!”
Bruce –screamed—pushed so hard against Clark that he hit the door, and gripped his hips hard, harder—Clark tugged once more and started to come, listening to Bruce yell Lex’s name over and over—it just made him come harder, he shook as he jetted all over the car door-- ha! good! He gasped to himself.
Bruce hung over Clarks back. Shit, he was screwed, so screwed. What had he just done—what was he doing? Fuck. He was a mess and so was Clark, and it was his fault. He staggered back and ripped off the condom, tossed it into the weeds behind him and yanked his pants up. Clark looked scared, sad—it was hard to tell exactly what was on his mind, besides the obvious. They’d both been screaming for Lex. Shit! Shit. And fuck me, how do I fix this?
Bruce watched Clark get dressed quickly, almost as if he was ashamed to have Bruce’s eyes on him. He lifted his head, his green eyes cloudy with worry and sadness. Bruce just opened his arms and Clark walked into them, laid his head against Bruce’s broad chest. He sighed and Bruce smoothed his hair, stroked his back. He couldn’t hold back a sigh himself. He looked out over the field and wished for the thousandth time that summer that he’d never done this. He closed his eyes and laid his head on top of Clark’s and let the warmth of the sun leach out some of the stiffness he felt, warmth from Clark at his front and the sun at his back wove a feeling of serenity around him—he tightened his arms around Clark and smiled slightly when Clark made a snuffling sound against his neck. Clark’s arms went around him and he spoke quietly, the words muffled by Bruce’s chest, so that he had to really concentrate to hear him—maybe it wasn’t meant to be heard, he thought when he realized what Clark said.
“I wish we were in love."
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Lex had had the worst day he could possibly have had. Nothing went right from the moment his alarm went off two hours too late, from getting a message from his Dad about the plant audit, Bruce nagging him about missing employees, and what did he want*him* to do about that, for gods sake, then having to blow off the meeting with Johns, having the car die on the way home--getting passed by about four trucks before one stopped—having it be Clark’s dad, who looked at him like he was pathetic when he pointed out to Lex ‘there’s no gas, young man’ and screw you too, old fart—well, not a very kind thought because Jonathan did bring him some gas—maybe he was starting to thaw towards him, so, bright spot.
By the time he’d gotten home, talked to his dad about some concerns he had concerning the plant and called Johns to reschedule their meeting and somehow ended up with a dinner date with him, he was ready—more than ready to relax, get out of the suit and into something comfortable. Maybe work out with the bag, just work out some kinks. Kinks. Why did that make him think of Bruce and Clark damn it?
Lex yanked off his tie and tossed it on the bed, and kicked off his shoes with force, watched them go skittering across the floor. Ha. Take that. Almost immediately his compulsive self wanted to grab the shoes and tuck them into their proper place in the closet, but he refused to give in to desire, he was going against type today. He was rebelling, oh yes. He ripped his jacket off next, and flung it after his shoes, and debated ripping open the shirt for the thrill of seeing the buttons scatter, but no, that would be over-kill. He contented himself with yanking his pants off and trying to kick them off his leg, which led to his hopping one footed towards the door as he overbalanced and fell on--
“Clark!”
He was held off the floor by Clarks’ hands-- wow he’s fast-- and grinned up at him for a second, a smile to match the one being aimed like a laser at his heart.
“Hey, Lex. You’re just too smooth aren’t you” he laughed, and then blushed when he realized he had a handful of nearly naked Lex. He set him gently the rest of the way on the floor, and Lex sat up in tailor fashion, with his hands on his knees.
“Sit Clark. What’s up? Were you looking for me?” say yes, say yes.
“Well, yes...”
Clark dropped to the floor next to Lex, and leaned back on his hands, his long legs stretched in front of him. Lex took a moment to enjoy the view, and turned to Clark. “Yeah?”
“I want to know about Bruce,” he said, and Lex’s heart squeezed.
“Ok,” he smiled brightly. “What is it you want to know? His shirt size, shoe size…”
“Lex. I want to know what …you are to each other.”
Lex stared for a minute—time seemed to slow to a crawl as his heartbeat sped up.
“Nothing.” He said firmly. “We’re nothing to each other. Strictly friends”
Clark looked at him in disbelief. “Bullshit Lex, lately I’ve been feeling like I got dropped in the middle of something wonky and I have a right to know—what’s going on?”
Lex jumped up and walked to his closet. “Ok. We can have this conversation, but not till I have my pants on”
tbc
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9/11/04 08:59 pm (UTC)Bruce moved, thrust and hit something that made stars explode in Clark’s head, and he rocked back and gasped out “Lex!”
Bruce –screamed—pushed so hard against Clark that he hit the door, and gripped his hips hard, harder—Clark tugged once more and started to come, listening to Bruce yell Lex’s name over and over—it just made him come harder, he shook as he jetted all over the car door-- ha! good! He gasped to himself.
I mean wow they both want Lex so bad and Now I am starting to wish they both get him. *drools thinking about a yummy 3some scene* What? I'm just sayin. Ok I'll be over there. lol
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9/11/04 09:39 pm (UTC)Naughty naughty! You go over there and stand in the line with the rest of the Naughty Threesome Seekers...and here, bring them these chocolate chip cookies--they've been waiting a while, poor things.
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9/11/04 11:36 pm (UTC)Now for my little Angsty!Brex moment ... pooor Bruuuuce! I think he deserves Lex on his own just a bit, don't you think? *bats eyelashes* Besides, the 3some might be too wonkish of a situation for Clark. *pouts* Stupid alien.
*gasp* What have you done??? I'm a CLexer!
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9/12/04 01:02 am (UTC)I'm glad you're having fun here--I think I might be able to make you smile soon!
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9/12/04 01:05 am (UTC)I think I might be able to make you smile soon!
Well, I've been smiling all along. But if by smiling you mean guh-ing then hell yeah, bring it onnnn! :)
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9/12/04 12:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/12/04 01:05 am (UTC)What! you got no cookies? Blame
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9/12/04 01:07 am (UTC)What's it about? Come find me on IM!
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9/12/04 01:12 pm (UTC)ok! I shall do so!
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9/12/04 01:43 am (UTC)The other coing drops!
Or something.
Or whatever.
*bounce*
Ooooh, the hurtyness of Blark!
Ummm..Cruce?
Hrmmmm.
Yuck.
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9/12/04 04:59 am (UTC)Blark *snorf*
You crack me up!
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9/12/04 05:05 am (UTC)Well, what do you expect??
Blark it is!!
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9/12/04 01:46 am (UTC):)
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9/12/04 05:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/12/04 05:05 am (UTC)And no other life.
At all.
:)
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9/12/04 07:32 am (UTC)HAHAHA! YES! EVERYONE wants Lex.
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9/12/04 01:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
9/12/04 01:45 pm (UTC)Guuu... Huh!
9/12/04 02:56 pm (UTC)I was reading a story in another fandom and randomly decided to check my f-list. Whereupon I saw your update and accidentally read the first line and was required to read the whole thing and screw the other story!
So! Fucking! Hot!
Clark getting fucked up against a car is all kinds of hot, not matter who does it. But when he and Bruce are both suddenly thinking about Lex? Whoooooo! *Combusts*
I have no idea where you are going with this. It seems like you are reluctant to go for the threesome - if I'm reading your comments right? To be honest, I kind of feel like that would be too easy a solution. On the other hand, you've got things so wonderfully screwed up (Yay!) between who wants who and who loves who and who is screwing who, that I have no idea how you will resolve things. Which is exciting in all kinds of ways. *g*
As for multiple stories - can you do both? I know I can sure as hell read two WiPs. *eg*
Re: Guuu... Huh!
9/12/04 04:21 pm (UTC)And goodness, that's the kind of FB that makes the Baby Cheeses cry in joy.
I think I have that threesome issue almost resolved*wink*
I've been conferring with my coaches, and I believe I might have a handle on it--so to speak.
Exiled
11/10/08 05:25 am (UTC)Poor Lex too, having to listen to Clark talk about Bruce, being all clueless.
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11/24/12 05:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/25/12 06:00 pm (UTC)I don't remember what happened here though. I think I kind of blocked this story from my mind....