Exiled: Clark's Turn
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roxyPlease excuse glaring mistakes and boo-boos. There alway are a few , no matter how many times I go over it. I'm being all wined and dined by the new fic that wants to be written--and I'm so damn easy-- so my head is a few different places at once. Here than are :the bits that came before
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fromward *whispers out of corner of mouth*,pssst, thanks for the ear...eye...you know.
Lex found it amazing how easy it was to avoid Bruce. It helped that Bruce seemed unable to spend any time with him either. Thank god he didn’t try to apologize for what happened in his office, because no jury in the world would convict him for the justifiable homicide that would occur. He never wanted to think again about blowing Bruce. Never. Even though he had a really nice dick. Really nice…Lex sighed and pushed away from his desk and walked over to the small fridge opposite. He pulled out a bottle of water and cracked it open as he glanced at the plans spread over the drafting table.
This project was making him with his father. His dad was as excited as Lex had been when he brought it to him. After all, he went from throwing up in club bathrooms to making his dad money in less than three months—he had to respect that. Lex walked around the table and went to the windows and watched the rain hit the window in gray sheets, washing out color and making the garden below look like a Turner painting, except for the hardy knot of smokers in one corner of the garden. He really should put up an awning, he thought. He sighed and turned again to the drawings on the drafting table. Thought about the new problem he had, because his name was Lex, hated of heaven, and obviously cursed and needing more shit in his life. He should just give it up and hang an albatross around his neck. And then again, the problems were of his own making. Impulse control. That was it in a nutshell. An appalling lack of impulse control.
Lex had begun to feel increasingly uncomfortable about Johns. Now that they were truly underway on the project, he still was everywhere. More and more, Lex felt the need for a bit of distance from the man. He’d been great to work with and lots of fun at dinner, he’d turned out to be a surprisingly interesting and well read person, he was good in bed… and that was probably a very bad thing to have done--oh shit. It was a truly fucked up thing to have done, but Bruce—and Clark—fuck. He just wanted make Clark jealous, and make Bruce notice him again. He’d have to let him down easy. He was a reasonable logical guy. It shouldn’t be a problem.
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“Bruce. We need to clear this up. This thing with us---it’s wrong. You don’t love me and while I do respect you, and you’re sexy, tall and built and hot, I don’t love you. I love Lex—I know you have a thing for him too. But I’m going to be with him—I’ll make him like me back. You should just give it up. Yes. You should just see how much we’re meant for each other…yeah, cause that’s real plain by the way he’s going out with that Johns guy all the time, working my ass…by this time they could have ‘contained’ the damn planet…”
Clark scowled as he finished cleaning the tools he’d used in his mother’s garden. Volunteering to weed always put him in a good position to get what he wanted, and today he wanted to be at the mansion with Bruce and hopefully Lex when came back from the plant. If he wasn’t going out with that geek again. Ben Johns. And when had ‘Johns’ become Ben anyway. When had he gone from being an Employee to being a big smile on the phone and a “Hi, Ben!”? Lunch turned to dinner turned to all night work sessions. Lex was excited about the project, and Lionel had given his blessing on it. And even though he knew how important it was to Lex to have his dad’s approval, Clark swore if he had to hear about the beauty of the thing one more time…it’s safer, it would save money for the plant, in terms of maintenance, and manpower, it was a dream of design, blah blah. As far as Clark could see, it was an excuse for Johns…Ben—to insinuate himself into Lex’s life Couldn’t he see that the guy was trying to control his life? Lex didn’t hang out with them very much anymore. In fact, maybe he should just go and make sure he was coming home—just a friendly visit between friends sort of. After his talk with Bruce, which he’d been practicing all day in his mind. He had to say it just right. Bruce had to understand how important he was to him. He…just didn’t think this thing they were in was right anymore. It wasn’t fair to either of them, really.
Clark went upstairs to shower and change, and thought again about the peculiar triangle he was involved in. Or was it a triangle if it only involved him and Bruce obsessing about Lex who was sailing along doing his own thing, oblivious to the fact he had two guys panting after him. Well. He wanted more. Bruce wanted—who knew?
Clark turned on the shower and stripped off as he waited for the water to heat up. He winced a bit at a still tender place on his hip. It was amazing that Bruce could bruise him that hard, so hard that he still felt it the next day. Clark was beginning to worry a bit about Bruce and human lovers. He grinned a little and rubbed his hip. It was fun though, and he was starting to like getting fucked—his mood dampened some when the memory of that day floated up to him. Damn.
What struck him most, now and at the time, was how deeply he’d convinced himself he was in love with Bruce. From the first sight of him he’d been so intrigued. He’d wanted to get to know him. Lex had seemed so cool and so much fun—he knew how to relax and enjoy stuff but Bruce was just so intense, so serious. He was kind of scary and sexy at the same time. When he’d shown an interest back, it was like hitting the jackpot. He’d thought he was so lucky.
And then that day...Lex. He still felt good about coming on Bruce’s car door, though. Calling out for Lex while screwing him. Ok, so he did it too, but that was--was…fucked up no matter which way you looked at it, he sighed.
He’d felt sad, when he realized he wasn’t in love with Bruce,and sad when he realized neither of them where with the one they wanted. He’d wished so hard at that point that they were in love with each other, nice and neat and tidy together. It would have made everything so easy.
He sighed and stepped into the shower and let the water pour over him. god, it felt good, to be sweaty and grimy and feel the water just sluice it off. Too bad it couldn’t take care of everything, he snorted. He leaned his head back and let the water hit his chest, let the warmth sink into his bones and relax his muscles. He shivered when his nipples puckered from the force of the water hitting his chest. A memory of Lex’s smooth nearly hairless chest snuck into his mind, and he tried to squash it down. Now was not the time to think of Lex. Not the time to think of little red hairs around his nipples, and if they would tickle when he kissed him there, or the thin elegant trail of hair down his belly, elegant and refined just like Lex, all that smooth, smooth skin.
Clark sighed again, lightly this time and rubbed soap on his belly, not touching himself, carefully not noticing his dick jerking into fullness, every swipe of his soapy hand on his belly brought another vision of Lex to his mind, and his dick leapt that much more. He gave in, leaned back against the tiles, and let the image of Lex’s dick nestled in that patch of amazing red hair fill his mind. That hair—so surprising when he’d always assumed he was bald all over. He had no arm or leg hair, none that he’d ever noticed. It was exciting for some strange reason. He was harder now, very hard, and in his mind so was Lex. This time, instead of Clark standing in his closet and asking Lex questions about Bruce, he was on his knees in front of Lex, kissing the length of his dick, licking the shaft and nuzzling his nose into the hair at the base. He imagined he tucked his head so that Lex’s dick slid under his chin, and he could feel it paint his throat with pre come.
Clark in the shower shivered as he stroked long firm pulls over his dick, soap gliding his hand over it smoothly, he twisted his finger s around the head on each up stroke, and gasped, thought of the head of Lex’s dick moving over his tongue, gliding against his palette, imagined holding his ass in each hand, squeezing the peach fuzzed cheeks. He wanted so desperately to feel his palms curved against that ass, his glimpse of it that day in the closet had fueled some spectacular orgasms—He let himself moan out loud. He was alone in the house, and it made him feel so hot to make noise, jerk off and think of sucking Lex, Lex’s dick, jumping, twitching in his mouth. God—would he pull his hair, scream when he came? Would he call out Clark’s name as he fucked into his throat when Clark swallowed around him and fucked him with his thumb? Clark shook and yelled as fire burned through him, a wave of heat rode all of him and he struggled not to fall as he came. The water was cooling when he was finally able to move again.
He sighed. Let’s go find Bruce.
tbc,in good time I hope
And an aside to
fromward *whispers out of corner of mouth*,pssst, thanks for the ear...eye...you know.Lex found it amazing how easy it was to avoid Bruce. It helped that Bruce seemed unable to spend any time with him either. Thank god he didn’t try to apologize for what happened in his office, because no jury in the world would convict him for the justifiable homicide that would occur. He never wanted to think again about blowing Bruce. Never. Even though he had a really nice dick. Really nice…Lex sighed and pushed away from his desk and walked over to the small fridge opposite. He pulled out a bottle of water and cracked it open as he glanced at the plans spread over the drafting table.
This project was making him with his father. His dad was as excited as Lex had been when he brought it to him. After all, he went from throwing up in club bathrooms to making his dad money in less than three months—he had to respect that. Lex walked around the table and went to the windows and watched the rain hit the window in gray sheets, washing out color and making the garden below look like a Turner painting, except for the hardy knot of smokers in one corner of the garden. He really should put up an awning, he thought. He sighed and turned again to the drawings on the drafting table. Thought about the new problem he had, because his name was Lex, hated of heaven, and obviously cursed and needing more shit in his life. He should just give it up and hang an albatross around his neck. And then again, the problems were of his own making. Impulse control. That was it in a nutshell. An appalling lack of impulse control.
Lex had begun to feel increasingly uncomfortable about Johns. Now that they were truly underway on the project, he still was everywhere. More and more, Lex felt the need for a bit of distance from the man. He’d been great to work with and lots of fun at dinner, he’d turned out to be a surprisingly interesting and well read person, he was good in bed… and that was probably a very bad thing to have done--oh shit. It was a truly fucked up thing to have done, but Bruce—and Clark—fuck. He just wanted make Clark jealous, and make Bruce notice him again. He’d have to let him down easy. He was a reasonable logical guy. It shouldn’t be a problem.
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“Bruce. We need to clear this up. This thing with us---it’s wrong. You don’t love me and while I do respect you, and you’re sexy, tall and built and hot, I don’t love you. I love Lex—I know you have a thing for him too. But I’m going to be with him—I’ll make him like me back. You should just give it up. Yes. You should just see how much we’re meant for each other…yeah, cause that’s real plain by the way he’s going out with that Johns guy all the time, working my ass…by this time they could have ‘contained’ the damn planet…”
Clark scowled as he finished cleaning the tools he’d used in his mother’s garden. Volunteering to weed always put him in a good position to get what he wanted, and today he wanted to be at the mansion with Bruce and hopefully Lex when came back from the plant. If he wasn’t going out with that geek again. Ben Johns. And when had ‘Johns’ become Ben anyway. When had he gone from being an Employee to being a big smile on the phone and a “Hi, Ben!”? Lunch turned to dinner turned to all night work sessions. Lex was excited about the project, and Lionel had given his blessing on it. And even though he knew how important it was to Lex to have his dad’s approval, Clark swore if he had to hear about the beauty of the thing one more time…it’s safer, it would save money for the plant, in terms of maintenance, and manpower, it was a dream of design, blah blah. As far as Clark could see, it was an excuse for Johns…Ben—to insinuate himself into Lex’s life Couldn’t he see that the guy was trying to control his life? Lex didn’t hang out with them very much anymore. In fact, maybe he should just go and make sure he was coming home—just a friendly visit between friends sort of. After his talk with Bruce, which he’d been practicing all day in his mind. He had to say it just right. Bruce had to understand how important he was to him. He…just didn’t think this thing they were in was right anymore. It wasn’t fair to either of them, really.
Clark went upstairs to shower and change, and thought again about the peculiar triangle he was involved in. Or was it a triangle if it only involved him and Bruce obsessing about Lex who was sailing along doing his own thing, oblivious to the fact he had two guys panting after him. Well. He wanted more. Bruce wanted—who knew?
Clark turned on the shower and stripped off as he waited for the water to heat up. He winced a bit at a still tender place on his hip. It was amazing that Bruce could bruise him that hard, so hard that he still felt it the next day. Clark was beginning to worry a bit about Bruce and human lovers. He grinned a little and rubbed his hip. It was fun though, and he was starting to like getting fucked—his mood dampened some when the memory of that day floated up to him. Damn.
What struck him most, now and at the time, was how deeply he’d convinced himself he was in love with Bruce. From the first sight of him he’d been so intrigued. He’d wanted to get to know him. Lex had seemed so cool and so much fun—he knew how to relax and enjoy stuff but Bruce was just so intense, so serious. He was kind of scary and sexy at the same time. When he’d shown an interest back, it was like hitting the jackpot. He’d thought he was so lucky.
And then that day...Lex. He still felt good about coming on Bruce’s car door, though. Calling out for Lex while screwing him. Ok, so he did it too, but that was--was…fucked up no matter which way you looked at it, he sighed.
He’d felt sad, when he realized he wasn’t in love with Bruce,and sad when he realized neither of them where with the one they wanted. He’d wished so hard at that point that they were in love with each other, nice and neat and tidy together. It would have made everything so easy.
He sighed and stepped into the shower and let the water pour over him. god, it felt good, to be sweaty and grimy and feel the water just sluice it off. Too bad it couldn’t take care of everything, he snorted. He leaned his head back and let the water hit his chest, let the warmth sink into his bones and relax his muscles. He shivered when his nipples puckered from the force of the water hitting his chest. A memory of Lex’s smooth nearly hairless chest snuck into his mind, and he tried to squash it down. Now was not the time to think of Lex. Not the time to think of little red hairs around his nipples, and if they would tickle when he kissed him there, or the thin elegant trail of hair down his belly, elegant and refined just like Lex, all that smooth, smooth skin.
Clark sighed again, lightly this time and rubbed soap on his belly, not touching himself, carefully not noticing his dick jerking into fullness, every swipe of his soapy hand on his belly brought another vision of Lex to his mind, and his dick leapt that much more. He gave in, leaned back against the tiles, and let the image of Lex’s dick nestled in that patch of amazing red hair fill his mind. That hair—so surprising when he’d always assumed he was bald all over. He had no arm or leg hair, none that he’d ever noticed. It was exciting for some strange reason. He was harder now, very hard, and in his mind so was Lex. This time, instead of Clark standing in his closet and asking Lex questions about Bruce, he was on his knees in front of Lex, kissing the length of his dick, licking the shaft and nuzzling his nose into the hair at the base. He imagined he tucked his head so that Lex’s dick slid under his chin, and he could feel it paint his throat with pre come.
Clark in the shower shivered as he stroked long firm pulls over his dick, soap gliding his hand over it smoothly, he twisted his finger s around the head on each up stroke, and gasped, thought of the head of Lex’s dick moving over his tongue, gliding against his palette, imagined holding his ass in each hand, squeezing the peach fuzzed cheeks. He wanted so desperately to feel his palms curved against that ass, his glimpse of it that day in the closet had fueled some spectacular orgasms—He let himself moan out loud. He was alone in the house, and it made him feel so hot to make noise, jerk off and think of sucking Lex, Lex’s dick, jumping, twitching in his mouth. God—would he pull his hair, scream when he came? Would he call out Clark’s name as he fucked into his throat when Clark swallowed around him and fucked him with his thumb? Clark shook and yelled as fire burned through him, a wave of heat rode all of him and he struggled not to fall as he came. The water was cooling when he was finally able to move again.
He sighed. Let’s go find Bruce.
tbc,in good time I hope
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9/14/04 01:51 pm (UTC)ANd whooot - Lex is gonna be sorry!!!
*bounce*
This is fun, Ms. Thang. It really is.
I like these boys all...wanting.
:)
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9/14/04 07:48 pm (UTC):)
Man, i like Dionne in your icon, but i wanted a really SEVENTIES picture. With a big 'fro and paisly/tie-dye/caftan-y thing.
Hee.
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9/15/04 01:30 am (UTC)Hee.
That'd be cool.
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9/14/04 10:28 pm (UTC)Only instead of a crystal ball it's your LJ, and Christ Almighty!! These guys are having HOT fantasies! It's almost enough to distract me from the impending DOOM!! *G*
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9/15/04 01:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/15/04 03:07 pm (UTC)Heh.
Don't you man "rant" and "crazy talk?"
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9/15/04 12:15 am (UTC)Oeee. I saved this fic for the morning, but guess what, a kitchen knife fell on my foot so I've spent the whole day at the hospital getting stitched up and whatnot. Sorry for the late comments. You know how much I love this fic. *hugs*
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9/15/04 01:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/15/04 05:58 am (UTC)Exiled
11/10/08 05:49 am (UTC)On the up side, hot, steamy, fantasy shower sex for Clark. Mmmm. You write awesome smut.