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roxyGosh, what's with all the naughty stuff lately, hunh? Tsk. Disgusting.
Well, you may or may not be happy to know that my other Thing has decided it didn't want to wait for Exiled to leave the stage--so there will be another group of puppets performing for your pleasure. Sadly, no porn involved as these characters are very young.Thanks for the input,let's see how this works.
As for the new puppet show,it hit me all of a sudden--Comic Lex and Clark are the same age--so AU (insanely AU to SV folks)but still kind of canon,so there. of course as always I play fast and loose with the facts(pfffft--sue me!)
Here is a little more of Exiled, and here are the previous parts,vacationinig in France and sending snarky postcards to their friends.
Clark followed, curious to see what was in that huge wall of closets. Lex didn’t say anything so he followed him into the walk-in—well not a closet. A room, a dressing room Clark guessed you’d call it-- Wow. His mom would have a fit—there was room for everything, and it was all so, so organized. Clark had a flash of his tiny closet with the pile of dirty clothes on the floor of it and snickered, shrugged with a little grin when Lex turned back to him. He smiled back and concentrated then on picking out something to wear. Clark watched him select clothing like a general preparing for a battle-his brow was furrowed and his lips pressed together in thought. Clark thought he looked kind of cute. His brow cleared and he pulled his choice from the rack and Clark grinned. He looked so satisfied, it was funny, and Clark almost said so when Lex started to speak while unbuttoning his shirt.
“So. You want to know what’s between us? Ok, first, you know he really cares for you, right? I can see it, you’d have to be blind.”
Clark looked down and fidgeted with the seam on his pants. A touch of guilt made him feel funny. He didn’t want to look at him. He wasn’t as sure as Lex was about that.
“I’ve known Bruce since we were kids.” He pulled his shirt off and pulled off his undershirt, put them in a hamper there. Clark was surprised. Lex was –strong looking. He had muscles. Real muscles that slid under his skin like—
Clark wrenched his eyes away to look really hard at Lex’s face.
“Bruce saved me more than once from myself. In fact, it was his main job—keeping me out of trouble. When I decided like a incredible moron, that I could influence enemies and make friends dealing, never mind that that particular business was locked up by some truly crazy fucks, he pulled me out of my stupidity and let me know it was a mistake,” Lex was unconsciously rubbing his wrists, the look on his face a combination of rueful and wistful. He smiled and dropped his boxers, totally unselfconscious. He kept talking but Clark didn’t hear anything.
Lex was. Naked. Naked. No clothes on. He was … naked.
Lex kept moving about talking and pulling new underclothes from drawers, and all Clark could see was Lex. Naked.He tried to pull his eyes away from him but he was fascinated. Lex’s hair was red --he had a little sprinkling of red hair on his chest, a faint trail of red ran down in a thin line from his chest to his groin and thickened around his…geez. His dick. Lex was still saying something, and he bent a bit to put his boxers on, his dick swung forward a little and Clark's mouth went dry. He gulped when Lex turned and pulled them up and the movement framed his ass perfectly and he was flooded with the desire to tickle that fuzz dusting his cheeks, oh.
Clark was hard, and dying, so mortified, god, how the hell can I be blushing when all my blood must be in my dick.Help.
Lex turned his head to Clark and frowned. “Did you say something Clark?” He pulled the jeans he’d selected on and snapped them before turning around again and absently pulled on a shirt. “So, Bruce and I will always have a connection, but not that kind Clark. Are you worried about Bruce’s loyalty?”
Clark felt queasy. He knew perfectly well where Bruce’s loyalty lay, even now. Clark was pretty sure Bruce was in love with Lex. He was sure also that *he* had a crush on Lex. He didn’t love Bruce, but he did like having sex with him. He was so, so –magnetic, he just drew him in and he didn’t want to get away when he was with him. But when he was with Lex, he wanted so bad to be *with* him. And Lex—who did he want? Did he think of either of them as they thought of him? None of it seemed to be apparent to the man in question.
Clark felt like he was being stretched in two directions. He was so confused it was making him sick. He stood quickly. He had to get away from Lex.
“Lex I really have to go. Thanks for telling me about Bruce, it really helped.”
Lex smiled. “It’s no problem Clark. I’m happy to help you two when I can.” Please don’t let me stab myself in the eye. He smiled widely and followed Clark to the front door, waved as he made his way down the drive. Fuck.
He walked into his study and wandered around a bit before sitting at his desk. He rubbed his hand lightly against the glass top, sat back in his chair as he recalled a particularly vivid dream in which Clark was under the desk, mouth on his dick, hot breath on his thighs and hand on his balls, sucking him as he watched through the glass. He moaned softly at the idea and unzipped slowly, teasing himself and imagining Clark doing it, he ran his fingers up the length of his dick and squeezed the head, smearing it with precome, he pushed up into his fist and imagined the moans coming from him were Clark’s. His thighs were trembling and his head was thrown back, he clenched his teeth and struggled not to be too loud as the feeling tightened his stomach muscles, his balls tightened in his hand and his fist was wet.
Fuck. Clark watching him dress–it took all his will power not to react to it, but now, he pictured fucking Clark on the floor of the closet, pictured him screaming for Lex to fuck him harder, harder-Lex groaned deep and came into his hand shuddering and moaning--.
He opened his eyes and tried to even his breathing, grabbed a handful of tissue and scrubbed at his hand. Clark, Clark Clark .If only you knew what you did to me. He sighed and dropped the tissues in the wastebasket by his desk and pulled himself back together.
“Lex.”
tbc,real soon!
Well, you may or may not be happy to know that my other Thing has decided it didn't want to wait for Exiled to leave the stage--so there will be another group of puppets performing for your pleasure. Sadly, no porn involved as these characters are very young.Thanks for the input,let's see how this works.
As for the new puppet show,it hit me all of a sudden--Comic Lex and Clark are the same age--so AU (insanely AU to SV folks)but still kind of canon,so there. of course as always I play fast and loose with the facts(pfffft--sue me!)
Here is a little more of Exiled, and here are the previous parts,vacationinig in France and sending snarky postcards to their friends.
Clark followed, curious to see what was in that huge wall of closets. Lex didn’t say anything so he followed him into the walk-in—well not a closet. A room, a dressing room Clark guessed you’d call it-- Wow. His mom would have a fit—there was room for everything, and it was all so, so organized. Clark had a flash of his tiny closet with the pile of dirty clothes on the floor of it and snickered, shrugged with a little grin when Lex turned back to him. He smiled back and concentrated then on picking out something to wear. Clark watched him select clothing like a general preparing for a battle-his brow was furrowed and his lips pressed together in thought. Clark thought he looked kind of cute. His brow cleared and he pulled his choice from the rack and Clark grinned. He looked so satisfied, it was funny, and Clark almost said so when Lex started to speak while unbuttoning his shirt.
“So. You want to know what’s between us? Ok, first, you know he really cares for you, right? I can see it, you’d have to be blind.”
Clark looked down and fidgeted with the seam on his pants. A touch of guilt made him feel funny. He didn’t want to look at him. He wasn’t as sure as Lex was about that.
“I’ve known Bruce since we were kids.” He pulled his shirt off and pulled off his undershirt, put them in a hamper there. Clark was surprised. Lex was –strong looking. He had muscles. Real muscles that slid under his skin like—
Clark wrenched his eyes away to look really hard at Lex’s face.
“Bruce saved me more than once from myself. In fact, it was his main job—keeping me out of trouble. When I decided like a incredible moron, that I could influence enemies and make friends dealing, never mind that that particular business was locked up by some truly crazy fucks, he pulled me out of my stupidity and let me know it was a mistake,” Lex was unconsciously rubbing his wrists, the look on his face a combination of rueful and wistful. He smiled and dropped his boxers, totally unselfconscious. He kept talking but Clark didn’t hear anything.
Lex was. Naked. Naked. No clothes on. He was … naked.
Lex kept moving about talking and pulling new underclothes from drawers, and all Clark could see was Lex. Naked.He tried to pull his eyes away from him but he was fascinated. Lex’s hair was red --he had a little sprinkling of red hair on his chest, a faint trail of red ran down in a thin line from his chest to his groin and thickened around his…geez. His dick. Lex was still saying something, and he bent a bit to put his boxers on, his dick swung forward a little and Clark's mouth went dry. He gulped when Lex turned and pulled them up and the movement framed his ass perfectly and he was flooded with the desire to tickle that fuzz dusting his cheeks, oh.
Clark was hard, and dying, so mortified, god, how the hell can I be blushing when all my blood must be in my dick.Help.
Lex turned his head to Clark and frowned. “Did you say something Clark?” He pulled the jeans he’d selected on and snapped them before turning around again and absently pulled on a shirt. “So, Bruce and I will always have a connection, but not that kind Clark. Are you worried about Bruce’s loyalty?”
Clark felt queasy. He knew perfectly well where Bruce’s loyalty lay, even now. Clark was pretty sure Bruce was in love with Lex. He was sure also that *he* had a crush on Lex. He didn’t love Bruce, but he did like having sex with him. He was so, so –magnetic, he just drew him in and he didn’t want to get away when he was with him. But when he was with Lex, he wanted so bad to be *with* him. And Lex—who did he want? Did he think of either of them as they thought of him? None of it seemed to be apparent to the man in question.
Clark felt like he was being stretched in two directions. He was so confused it was making him sick. He stood quickly. He had to get away from Lex.
“Lex I really have to go. Thanks for telling me about Bruce, it really helped.”
Lex smiled. “It’s no problem Clark. I’m happy to help you two when I can.” Please don’t let me stab myself in the eye. He smiled widely and followed Clark to the front door, waved as he made his way down the drive. Fuck.
He walked into his study and wandered around a bit before sitting at his desk. He rubbed his hand lightly against the glass top, sat back in his chair as he recalled a particularly vivid dream in which Clark was under the desk, mouth on his dick, hot breath on his thighs and hand on his balls, sucking him as he watched through the glass. He moaned softly at the idea and unzipped slowly, teasing himself and imagining Clark doing it, he ran his fingers up the length of his dick and squeezed the head, smearing it with precome, he pushed up into his fist and imagined the moans coming from him were Clark’s. His thighs were trembling and his head was thrown back, he clenched his teeth and struggled not to be too loud as the feeling tightened his stomach muscles, his balls tightened in his hand and his fist was wet.
Fuck. Clark watching him dress–it took all his will power not to react to it, but now, he pictured fucking Clark on the floor of the closet, pictured him screaming for Lex to fuck him harder, harder-Lex groaned deep and came into his hand shuddering and moaning--.
He opened his eyes and tried to even his breathing, grabbed a handful of tissue and scrubbed at his hand. Clark, Clark Clark .If only you knew what you did to me. He sighed and dropped the tissues in the wastebasket by his desk and pulled himself back together.
“Lex.”
tbc,real soon!
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9/12/04 04:34 pm (UTC)You can't leave it there without telling us who just walked in!
Though, you are welcome to continue to give us all the little fantasies Clark, Lex and Bruce are willing to share. Hawt! *g*
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9/12/04 05:06 pm (UTC)Love it otherwise :)
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9/12/04 05:10 pm (UTC)Naked Lex and Clark looses all brain control. BWAAAAAAhahahhaha.
*pets him*
Poor thing, he should have just...blurted it all out! While going down on Lex!
Wheeeee!
:)
*hugs you*
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9/12/04 07:19 pm (UTC)did I tell you Credence made my head explode? oh,my yes...fabulous...nothing's better than f-ed up Spike and Xander and Mogli--sigh *hugs you*
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9/12/04 09:23 pm (UTC)Oh - exploded head? That's skeery.
Sorry!
:)
Glad you liked it, Ms. Thang.
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9/12/04 07:27 pm (UTC)As for Lex's hair--Canon doesn't say if all his body hair is gone and Fanon mostly goes with Dolphin smooth Lex but every once in a while a fic pops up in which Lex has body hair--just for fun I decided to give him body hair.Because I think it would look good. Yes.
I think
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