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I wanted to write Club!Lex-- I wanted to write a nasty story full of badness and dirty sweaty sex...*sigh* I must be getting old. I wrote a story, but not the one I started out to write.Meh. I'm so sorry,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
betrue,really wanted to do this for you, but neither one of them would work with me this time (and Lex is usually so cooprerative, not like some. *eyeballs Clark*)
Anyway, it's inspired by this amazing pic
like ta see it? Here it is!
Lex wants to have a good time, forget everything and just…have fun. He’s in a little herd of boys, out of their element, already high, already giddy with freedom, flushed and amazed at their own boldness. They flit through the crowds, bright and glittery—shiny, attracting others that move slow through the crowd, watching, hunting…like sharks through water.
The boys are dancing, wet with sweat, grinding into each other and knowing that they’re beautiful, will never be more beautiful than at this very moment and Lex is in the middle of this, the maker of this, a go-to guy, maker of ID’s, maker of treats, maker of magic: it’s an art really, a skill.
Lex is dancing, dancing and laughing, nothing but leather pants and make-up between him and the dancers around him, head thrown back, neck a tight and glistening arch and sweat spills down his chest. A hand traces it, mapping the trail of it, strange hands that move down and sweep up and pinch, stroke, Lex startles, quickly covering with a hip roll against whoever it is behind him. Not looking, not caring, not wanting to know. Hands drift to his hips and he laughs again, made dizzy and loose and free by the throbbing lights and pounding beat. His heart is tripping to the bass. Some one floats by and there’s a crackle and an acrid scent in his nose and suddenly his brain just opens wide, wide and he can’t stop everything from rushing in and it’s so funny and good, and he loves it all so much and even the tongue sweeping in and out of his mouth makes him laugh.
Mr. Tongue is gone, and he gasps as the world snaps back and there are hands stuck deep in the waist of his low riding leather pants. His friends are no-where to be seen, but it’s ok—he’s not afraid, not too much. Doesn’t matter, anyway. Luthors don’t show fear. Fear –no room for it when hot moist breath sweeps up his neck and wet lips glide across the back of his head, and fingertips slide softly over the tip of his very hard dick, collecting and wiping moisture in a line up to his navel and in. In and out, gently, like fucking…
The guy behind him slides one hand up over his ribs, slicks over a nipple and hooks a finger under his collar, the pretty braided collar he bought himself. The fingers twist and pull lightly, coaxing him to turn, to bring him face to face. The guy is beautiful he thinks and stares into eyes not even the ugliest glasses in the world can rob of their beauty and feels himself falling-sinking into green water and the guy leans forward and whispers a question against Lex’s cheek, Can we go out side.
Minty scented breath flows over his cheek and he feels himself jerk when he thinks about why the guy wants him outside. He presses tightly into him, rubbing hardness against hardness and kisses him, lip-gloss smearing the kiss, and the guy moans quietly to himself, licks it up, licks his lips and backs away, backs up and Lex pursues. He feels like the one in charge as he pushes the man toward the door, staring into his eyes as he goes, and big hand’s are stroking and squeezing his shoulders, squeezing his ribs, moving down and squeezing his ass—it makes him groan. He’s never felt this way before, he thinks and laughs at the cliché. His dick is straining against his pants and he feels the hardness of the other, he’s panting in his mouth and than cold hits his sweating skin—the guy's against a wall, holding him in a grip that could be like iron, but is not, thrusting and rubbing against him and groans burst from him like he’s dying, I’m sorry, he mutters, can’t help it and his breath explodes in Lex’s ear. He bites around the collar, little sucking nips till Lex is whimpering and the guy is pushing against him, digging the heat of his dick into Lex, and begging, Down, please—suck—suck me, he says in a rush, like it was alien to his mouth.
Down, Lex thinks, down—what do I do… can I stop, first time ever—in an alley, a stranger, too dangerous, too stupid, no, no--opens his mouth and Fifty comes out and stuns him. Makes him feel a little ill, but…the guy makes a soft sound, oh—a look of disappointment? Hurt, quickly masked.
Ok, he says softly, and unzips and pulls his dick out. And Lex drops to his knees and stares…it’s—big. Pretty big, he thinks, touches it with nervous fingers, and the guy jumps, gasps, and Lex is amazed how different it feels, to touch someone else, so hot, and the velvety skin caresses his fingertips, it slips around the steel rod and makes him want to close his hand around it, get to know it, he marks the way the guy gasps when he does *this*, pants when he moves like so—he closes his eyes and *feels* it, and moves slowly, drifts forward till his lips are lightly pressed, a feather of a touch against the tip of the guys dick.
He’s scared and more turned on then ever before, his own dick is throbbing in his pants, the guy is panting hader, and moving, careful tiny nudges of his dick against Lex’s lips—his tongue goes out and touches the tip and the guy says softly, reverently, Damn.
It sends a blast through Lex like lightening in his gut, and he closes his lips around the drooling head and tastes salt, and something he doesn’t know, can’t describe, but it calls out to him…the guy bucks and moans and cups Lex’s head in his hands, Please, please he whispers, the sound makes Lex shiver in a slow wave, he grips him, both hands moving over the shaft, and sucks the head, his hands and chin are wet, spit makes it easier, he finds he likes this, likes feeling the slide of dick in his mouth , likes how the ridge catches his lip, the thickness makes his lips stretch and he likes it, likes the little burn, when the guy starts pumping, when he hits the back of his throat and it makes him gag and swallow trying to keep from drooling all over, when the guy grunts like it hurts.
Lex likes it all.
He squeezes himself through the leather, it feels good, this is better than he expected and it gets even better when the guy yanks the collar up, holds him in place to fuck his mouth. Lex takes most of it in his hand, just the head pops in and out of the taut O of his lips, his tongue swirls around it and the guy—the guy is falling to pieces, begging and apologizing and cursing, oddly mild curses at odds with the look of desperate lust on his face, a saint pierced through and through with agonizing desire. His dick swells, Lex knows he’s going to come, and when the guy starts to let go of the collar, starts to draw out of his mouth, Lex surprises himself, he clamps his own hands over the guys hands, lunges down on him. The guy lets out a startled shout, and keens as his dick pulses and leaps in Lex’s mouth and warm liquid floods his tongue, he swallows and swallows and thinks that’s not so bad. He could learn to love this and as the thought rises, he comes in a tide of heat and gasps, drops his face against the guys thigh, looks like tenderness, and the guy treats it like it is, strokes softly against his head, and sighs deeply. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a handful of bills. Lex leans back and looks up into….
Fifty, the guy says with a question in his voice and Lex nods, feels dirty, feels like—feels like he’s slapped the man looking at him with hope seeping away from his eyes.
He looks at the money, thinking what a special gift it would buy his father. Something they both would remember… he closes the guy’s hands around the bills and pushes his arm down to his side, watches that look rise up in his eyes again, and says, “My name is Lex. What’s yours?”
9-22-04
See what I mean. shit. I really am gettin soft in my old age. Grrrr.
I wanted to write Club!Lex-- I wanted to write a nasty story full of badness and dirty sweaty sex...*sigh* I must be getting old. I wrote a story, but not the one I started out to write.Meh. I'm so sorry,
betrue,really wanted to do this for you, but neither one of them would work with me this time (and Lex is usually so cooprerative, not like some. *eyeballs Clark*)Anyway, it's inspired by this amazing pic
like ta see it? Here it is!
Lex wants to have a good time, forget everything and just…have fun. He’s in a little herd of boys, out of their element, already high, already giddy with freedom, flushed and amazed at their own boldness. They flit through the crowds, bright and glittery—shiny, attracting others that move slow through the crowd, watching, hunting…like sharks through water.
The boys are dancing, wet with sweat, grinding into each other and knowing that they’re beautiful, will never be more beautiful than at this very moment and Lex is in the middle of this, the maker of this, a go-to guy, maker of ID’s, maker of treats, maker of magic: it’s an art really, a skill.
Lex is dancing, dancing and laughing, nothing but leather pants and make-up between him and the dancers around him, head thrown back, neck a tight and glistening arch and sweat spills down his chest. A hand traces it, mapping the trail of it, strange hands that move down and sweep up and pinch, stroke, Lex startles, quickly covering with a hip roll against whoever it is behind him. Not looking, not caring, not wanting to know. Hands drift to his hips and he laughs again, made dizzy and loose and free by the throbbing lights and pounding beat. His heart is tripping to the bass. Some one floats by and there’s a crackle and an acrid scent in his nose and suddenly his brain just opens wide, wide and he can’t stop everything from rushing in and it’s so funny and good, and he loves it all so much and even the tongue sweeping in and out of his mouth makes him laugh.
Mr. Tongue is gone, and he gasps as the world snaps back and there are hands stuck deep in the waist of his low riding leather pants. His friends are no-where to be seen, but it’s ok—he’s not afraid, not too much. Doesn’t matter, anyway. Luthors don’t show fear. Fear –no room for it when hot moist breath sweeps up his neck and wet lips glide across the back of his head, and fingertips slide softly over the tip of his very hard dick, collecting and wiping moisture in a line up to his navel and in. In and out, gently, like fucking…
The guy behind him slides one hand up over his ribs, slicks over a nipple and hooks a finger under his collar, the pretty braided collar he bought himself. The fingers twist and pull lightly, coaxing him to turn, to bring him face to face. The guy is beautiful he thinks and stares into eyes not even the ugliest glasses in the world can rob of their beauty and feels himself falling-sinking into green water and the guy leans forward and whispers a question against Lex’s cheek, Can we go out side.
Minty scented breath flows over his cheek and he feels himself jerk when he thinks about why the guy wants him outside. He presses tightly into him, rubbing hardness against hardness and kisses him, lip-gloss smearing the kiss, and the guy moans quietly to himself, licks it up, licks his lips and backs away, backs up and Lex pursues. He feels like the one in charge as he pushes the man toward the door, staring into his eyes as he goes, and big hand’s are stroking and squeezing his shoulders, squeezing his ribs, moving down and squeezing his ass—it makes him groan. He’s never felt this way before, he thinks and laughs at the cliché. His dick is straining against his pants and he feels the hardness of the other, he’s panting in his mouth and than cold hits his sweating skin—the guy's against a wall, holding him in a grip that could be like iron, but is not, thrusting and rubbing against him and groans burst from him like he’s dying, I’m sorry, he mutters, can’t help it and his breath explodes in Lex’s ear. He bites around the collar, little sucking nips till Lex is whimpering and the guy is pushing against him, digging the heat of his dick into Lex, and begging, Down, please—suck—suck me, he says in a rush, like it was alien to his mouth.
Down, Lex thinks, down—what do I do… can I stop, first time ever—in an alley, a stranger, too dangerous, too stupid, no, no--opens his mouth and Fifty comes out and stuns him. Makes him feel a little ill, but…the guy makes a soft sound, oh—a look of disappointment? Hurt, quickly masked.
Ok, he says softly, and unzips and pulls his dick out. And Lex drops to his knees and stares…it’s—big. Pretty big, he thinks, touches it with nervous fingers, and the guy jumps, gasps, and Lex is amazed how different it feels, to touch someone else, so hot, and the velvety skin caresses his fingertips, it slips around the steel rod and makes him want to close his hand around it, get to know it, he marks the way the guy gasps when he does *this*, pants when he moves like so—he closes his eyes and *feels* it, and moves slowly, drifts forward till his lips are lightly pressed, a feather of a touch against the tip of the guys dick.
He’s scared and more turned on then ever before, his own dick is throbbing in his pants, the guy is panting hader, and moving, careful tiny nudges of his dick against Lex’s lips—his tongue goes out and touches the tip and the guy says softly, reverently, Damn.
It sends a blast through Lex like lightening in his gut, and he closes his lips around the drooling head and tastes salt, and something he doesn’t know, can’t describe, but it calls out to him…the guy bucks and moans and cups Lex’s head in his hands, Please, please he whispers, the sound makes Lex shiver in a slow wave, he grips him, both hands moving over the shaft, and sucks the head, his hands and chin are wet, spit makes it easier, he finds he likes this, likes feeling the slide of dick in his mouth , likes how the ridge catches his lip, the thickness makes his lips stretch and he likes it, likes the little burn, when the guy starts pumping, when he hits the back of his throat and it makes him gag and swallow trying to keep from drooling all over, when the guy grunts like it hurts.
Lex likes it all.
He squeezes himself through the leather, it feels good, this is better than he expected and it gets even better when the guy yanks the collar up, holds him in place to fuck his mouth. Lex takes most of it in his hand, just the head pops in and out of the taut O of his lips, his tongue swirls around it and the guy—the guy is falling to pieces, begging and apologizing and cursing, oddly mild curses at odds with the look of desperate lust on his face, a saint pierced through and through with agonizing desire. His dick swells, Lex knows he’s going to come, and when the guy starts to let go of the collar, starts to draw out of his mouth, Lex surprises himself, he clamps his own hands over the guys hands, lunges down on him. The guy lets out a startled shout, and keens as his dick pulses and leaps in Lex’s mouth and warm liquid floods his tongue, he swallows and swallows and thinks that’s not so bad. He could learn to love this and as the thought rises, he comes in a tide of heat and gasps, drops his face against the guys thigh, looks like tenderness, and the guy treats it like it is, strokes softly against his head, and sighs deeply. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a handful of bills. Lex leans back and looks up into….
Fifty, the guy says with a question in his voice and Lex nods, feels dirty, feels like—feels like he’s slapped the man looking at him with hope seeping away from his eyes.
He looks at the money, thinking what a special gift it would buy his father. Something they both would remember… he closes the guy’s hands around the bills and pushes his arm down to his side, watches that look rise up in his eyes again, and says, “My name is Lex. What’s yours?”
9-22-04
See what I mean. shit. I really am gettin soft in my old age. Grrrr.
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9/22/04 06:19 pm (UTC)Mmm.
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9/23/04 01:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
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9/22/04 09:46 pm (UTC)That is a sweet, sweet line, bay-bee and this is a freakin' lovely piece of work, oh yeah.
Love it.
But - i couldn't see the picture!!
*wails*
More of this would be ubah!
Well, more of anything.
:)
*hugs*
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9/23/04 01:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/23/04 01:19 am (UTC)*scampers*
Hunny-bunny. We used to call the Monstrous that. Hee.
Yay!!!
9/24/04 07:02 am (UTC)If you feel like this story didn't end up where you wanted it to, the answer, my friend, lies in the dangerous uber-sexiness of all Lexes. You wanted to write club!Lex, but hooker!Lex jumped in your car, too! Hee!!
Damn that sexy boy! ;D
For real, I thank you enough for writing this for me! I can't say I would ever turn down slut!Lex in the style you initially describe, I'm totally with you on the soft spot for Clark and Lex. Not that that is anything but an obvious statement. But that doesn't make it less true!
*g*
Your club ambiance is great!
Hands drift to his hips and he laughs again, made dizzy and loose and free by the throbbing lights and pounding beat. His heart is tripping to the bass.
Love this description! Especially because it is so true!! There is something drug-like about the way I feel when my heartbeat syncs to the bass beat. Man, that's such an addictive feeling.
Some one floats by and there's a crackle and an acrid scent in his nose and suddenly his brain just opens wide, wide and he can't stop everything from rushing in and it's so funny and good, and he loves it all so much and even the tongue sweeping in and out of his mouth makes him laugh.
Fucked up Lex! Oh, how I adore him! Even better, I love that combination of Lex dirty and happy. Lex wears contradiction well. *g*
I love that you captured the attraction to stranger!Clark I was imagining in my manip. You were able to convey that this was Clark, without Lex ever learning his name.
he finds he likes this, likes feeling the slide of dick in his mouth , likes how the ridge catches his lip, the thickness makes his lips stretch and he likes it, likes the little burn, when the guy starts pumping, when he hits the back of his throat and it makes him gag and swallow trying to keep from drooling all over, when the guy grunts like it hurts.
Lex likes it all.
Uhn. Guh!! Lex's curiousity and little licking moments early on are HOT! The cataloging of the liking during the blowjob is Hothothot!! But, I think the final line summing it all up is what makes me combust. It's like a little window into Lex's future. Dirtysweaty anonymous sex liking!Lex= brain explody! Guh! Guh!
But then you have your cake and eat it too, when you remind me it's Clark. And Lex decides he doesn't want the safety of that kind of anonymity. And all of a sudden I'm thinking domestic thoughts. Okay, dirty domestic thoughts, but still! I'm such a softie for the Clex!! *g*
(I just hope Clark doesn't break his heart! Even though Clark is look all hopeful and kind of shy, he was at this club asking sexy boys out into the alleyway for blowjobs. I think he's done this before!)
Good grief, I hope this made some kind of sense. I'm so tired! In case I didn't manage even one complete sentence up there, let me summarize: Me= Love it! Love you! Love Clex!! Yay!!!
You seriously rock!! *HUGS!!*
Re: Yay!!!
9/24/04 07:19 am (UTC)Miz Rose wished to reply to your wonderful and flattering response to her little offering herself, but her head swelled to enormous proportions and sadly exploded...we're applying massive amounts of superglue and expect she'll be fine soon!
Love, the rest of Roxy!
PS Your icon--oh!...the pretty..the pretty...
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9/2/05 09:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/2/05 02:20 pm (UTC)Actually, on re-reading, *whispers* I kind of like it too!