Exiled--warning! m/m sex!
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roxyTcah-yeah! Like ya'll don't come here for the sex! Well...that and the cookies.And mmm, aren't they delicious!
Well little ones, the end of our little saga is in sight--and I had a lot of fun with this, I hope you're enjoying it a much as I am.Come on, wasn't our little dip into 'monster-o-the week' fun? It's what made X-Files fun for me.
So, let me ramble on no further--if you missed anything, the previous parts are here, teaching each other the Pony,teasing their hair and getting some under the bleachers at homecoming.
Clark found Toby on the terrace, leaning on the half wall around the rose garden and smoking. He glanced over at Clark and grinned. “Hey stud! How’s it hanging?”
Clark frowned at him, irritated at being considered some kind of –boy toy.
“Hey, I’m kidding. Bruce filled me in on what was what. Some kind of crazy shit, hunh?” Toby had the air of a man that nothing could faze. Clark was pretty sure a flaming demon could rise up out of the bushes in front of them and he’d probably respond with polite interest. How much of that was chemical and how much was natural equanimity, Clark wondered. He sniffed furtively, but as far as Clark could tell what he was smoking was just tobacco.
Toby inhaled again, and let his gaze wander slowly over him, from head to toe, and asked, “ So. Lex, hunh? You don’t seem his type, you’re kind of average, or maybe I mean …normal.”
Clark snorted before he could stop himself, and Toby smiled and tilted his head. “Not as vanilla as you look?”
Clark shook his head, and blushed. “I mean, no, not Lex.” Not yet.
“Who…Bruce? Hell no! You’re kidding me!” Toby’s eyes opened wide, and he dropped his cigarette. “Damn!” He twisted his foot over the cigarette and kicked it under a plant. “Bruce? No shit….” He stared at Clark with narrowed eyes. “I guess there *is* a hell of a lot more to you than meets the eye.
Hunh.” He walked a little closer to Clark. “I always thought Bruce was –nothing.” Clark backed up a bit from Toby’s fascinated inspection; his eyes glowed as if he could read deeper into him, discover things…
“I really thought he was asexual. Except for his obsession with Lex but I never thought that was sexual.” At Clark’s confused look he went on to explain, “Some people are-- nothing,” he shrugged and made a face, as though the very idea was foreign, and possibly insane. “ They don’t have sex with anything—not interested, not ever. I never saw Bruce with any one, never saw him show any interest. I didn’t spend a lot of time with him, but from what Lex says, He’s never been with anyone ...so I figured asexual.”
Clark barely heard the rest of what Toby said; all he could hear was ‘never been with anyone’. Never …except for him? Clark’s stomach flipped, and he felt—turned upside down—Bruce never said anything, never hinted.
He heard Toby say, “—I don’t swing that way, but whatever way the wheel turns for you, y’know. Not my business—“ *click* and Clark knew that smell from those ‘just say no’ classes. That definitely wasn’t tobacco. He turned his head towards the castle and saw Bruce, filling the patio doorway. His face was in shadow, but Clark could almost feel the look aimed at him. He excused himself to Toby, who nodded without a word, lips pressed tight in a grin, and headed towards Bruce. He wasn’t in the doorway any more, and Clark headed straight to his bedroom.
*******
He knocked on the door, and heard Bruce call out “Just a moment.” Clark stepped back to wait for Bruce to open the door, and suddenly a wave of anger washed over him. You know what, I’m done waiting for Bruce, doing what he wants! Fuck him—he pushed open the door, and Bruce was standing at the end of his bed, his shirt in his hand, and a towel slung over his bare shoulder.
“Clark,” he said, annoyed that he was disobeyed. “Didn’t you hear me--”
Clark walked up to him and before he lost his nerve, planted a hand in the center of his chest and pushed, hard. Bruce fell back against the bed, and immediately started to get up.
“Clark, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Clark pushed him back again, and stood over him, with a leg on each side of his knees.
“Bruce, you’re a liar.” Clark glared at him, looking so angry, that Bruce had to fight to keep from pulling away from him. Clark bent over him and held him down with a palm spread over his chest, and ignored the silky hair under his palm, and the shifting muscles under Bruce’s warm skin, because he was really angry that Bruce hadn’t told him, that everything they’d done together was the first time for both of them—that time in the car, when Bruce blew him and made him see stars-Clark could feel himself getting hard as he thought it was his first time ever-- remembered the expression on his face when he pulled back to look at Clark and lick his lips- he shifted and breathed a little harder, Bruce’s expression now was almost the same…
“What do you mean I lied to you---I never did…I never meant to,” he corrected. “I never meant to use you, I--”
Clark put his free hand over Bruce’s mouth. “Please shut up. I mean why didn’t you tell me you never---that I was…shit. You were a virgin?” Clark blushed, it sounded so stupid, like Bruce was some little schoolgirl.
Bruce looked a little uncomfortable, and jerked his face away from under Clark’s hand. “Clark, you never asked. Why is it important?” He gasped a little when Clark’s hand slid up over a nipple, and Clark smiled, knew Bruce was getting aroused. Why not…it was hot—maybe he was seeing how it could be to give up control.
And it hit him then that Bruce knew he was stronger, tougher, and he couldn’t stop Clark from taking control if that was the way Clark wanted it. He rocked forward, and Bruce bit down on a groan when his erection brushed against him. Clark liked it, he’d never initiated anything, always content to let Bruce lead the way, call the shots—no more. He bent lower and touched the tip of his tongue to Bruce’s mouth, and his lips parted immediately. He dipped into the moist heat briefly and laughed softly when Bruce tried to follow him. He pushed down harder with the hand on his chest and scrapped his nails through the fine hair, and Bruce thrust up, twisted his hips, desperately trying to make contact. He moaned, and spoke, his voice dry and thin, “Clark, please, please…”
Clark’s eyes closed, he gasped as his dick jerked. Bruce begging him, fuck, it turned him on so much—he stroked his fingertips over Bruce’s nipples and wrung a deep moan from him when he pinched the hard flesh between his fingers, he sucked and nipped till it was flushed red, and over-sensitive and Bruce was gasping without stop. This was hotter than anything he imagined; he’d never dreamed how much it would affect him to be the one in control. His boxers were wet and clinging to him, and he just wanted to get the constricting material away from his sensitive dick, he wanted to take it out and run it all over Bruce- push it into his mouth—
“Bruce, you’re going to suck me now. Now.”
“Yes—yes! Whatever you want—just—touch me, please!”
Bruce couldn’t stay still, his hands flew over Clark, under his shirt, over his chest, and his hips pumped up into Clark. Clark reared back and ripped his shirt off, moved up away from Bruce and grinned when he groaned. He kicked away his sneaks and peeled jeans down and off. Bruce closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat. Clark watched his tongue trace its way across his lip and wanted it on his dick. He reached down, grabbed the waistband of Bruce’s pants and ripped down and outwards, tore the material away from his body and threw the pieces into a corner of the room.
The front of Clark’s boxers stood away from him, and he trailed his fingers over the spreading dark spot over the head of his dick, and Bruce hissed, his dick bobbing with each breath he took. Clark dropped the boxers to the ground and stepped out of them, slid himself back up Bruce’s legs, letting their dicks rub together and Bruce choked, Clark grunted—the feeling was intense.
“I want you to suck me, suck me like your life depended on it, suck me till I scream and come in your mouth.”
Bruce shivered and his mouth dropped open. Clark slid up until his dick bumped against Bruce’s open lips, held his head and thrust into the wet heat, and pumped his hips forward. Bruce moaned, scrabbled his hands over Clark’s ass before letting them drop, and he let Clark fuck his mouth, and groaned around him and Clark’s legs shook and he gasped harder and panted and watched his dick push in and out of Bruce’s lips, watched his eyes jerk under his lids and tears leak out the corners, listened to the wet smack, smack of flesh against flesh, wondered briefly if he was hurting Bruce and suddenly every nerve in his body flamed, his dick jumped and pulsed and his world narrowed down to his dick jerking in Bruce’s throat, Bruce swallowing his come franticly—fuck--
He held Bruce’s head and pumped. Pumped and Bruce groaned and swallowed, choked and swallowed. Clark cried out-- he was on the edge of loosing control, it boiled up in him like a wave of fire. He yanked his hands away from Bruce and grabbed huge handfuls of sheet and they tore in his grip like tissue—but it helped him to regain control—fuck ---damn… he’d never come so close to loosing it, ever.
Bruce’ eyes locked on his—they were wide and wild, and at the sound of the sheets ripping, his body arched and he came so hard the bed shook, so hard—shouting out Clark’s name and Clark dropped down, to catch the warm pulse in his mouth, licking up what he’d missed, licking Bruce’s chest and clean, licking under his chin where semen had hit in the first muscle wrenching spasm.
“Clark—Clark—fuck me, fuck me,” he gasped and Clark thought he’s pass out from the intensity of the wave of lust that rolled through him.
Oh fuck yeah—as soon as he could breath again—he was going to do just that.
TBC!!!!!
Well little ones, the end of our little saga is in sight--and I had a lot of fun with this, I hope you're enjoying it a much as I am.Come on, wasn't our little dip into 'monster-o-the week' fun? It's what made X-Files fun for me.
So, let me ramble on no further--if you missed anything, the previous parts are here, teaching each other the Pony,teasing their hair and getting some under the bleachers at homecoming.
Clark found Toby on the terrace, leaning on the half wall around the rose garden and smoking. He glanced over at Clark and grinned. “Hey stud! How’s it hanging?”
Clark frowned at him, irritated at being considered some kind of –boy toy.
“Hey, I’m kidding. Bruce filled me in on what was what. Some kind of crazy shit, hunh?” Toby had the air of a man that nothing could faze. Clark was pretty sure a flaming demon could rise up out of the bushes in front of them and he’d probably respond with polite interest. How much of that was chemical and how much was natural equanimity, Clark wondered. He sniffed furtively, but as far as Clark could tell what he was smoking was just tobacco.
Toby inhaled again, and let his gaze wander slowly over him, from head to toe, and asked, “ So. Lex, hunh? You don’t seem his type, you’re kind of average, or maybe I mean …normal.”
Clark snorted before he could stop himself, and Toby smiled and tilted his head. “Not as vanilla as you look?”
Clark shook his head, and blushed. “I mean, no, not Lex.” Not yet.
“Who…Bruce? Hell no! You’re kidding me!” Toby’s eyes opened wide, and he dropped his cigarette. “Damn!” He twisted his foot over the cigarette and kicked it under a plant. “Bruce? No shit….” He stared at Clark with narrowed eyes. “I guess there *is* a hell of a lot more to you than meets the eye.
Hunh.” He walked a little closer to Clark. “I always thought Bruce was –nothing.” Clark backed up a bit from Toby’s fascinated inspection; his eyes glowed as if he could read deeper into him, discover things…
“I really thought he was asexual. Except for his obsession with Lex but I never thought that was sexual.” At Clark’s confused look he went on to explain, “Some people are-- nothing,” he shrugged and made a face, as though the very idea was foreign, and possibly insane. “ They don’t have sex with anything—not interested, not ever. I never saw Bruce with any one, never saw him show any interest. I didn’t spend a lot of time with him, but from what Lex says, He’s never been with anyone ...so I figured asexual.”
Clark barely heard the rest of what Toby said; all he could hear was ‘never been with anyone’. Never …except for him? Clark’s stomach flipped, and he felt—turned upside down—Bruce never said anything, never hinted.
He heard Toby say, “—I don’t swing that way, but whatever way the wheel turns for you, y’know. Not my business—“ *click* and Clark knew that smell from those ‘just say no’ classes. That definitely wasn’t tobacco. He turned his head towards the castle and saw Bruce, filling the patio doorway. His face was in shadow, but Clark could almost feel the look aimed at him. He excused himself to Toby, who nodded without a word, lips pressed tight in a grin, and headed towards Bruce. He wasn’t in the doorway any more, and Clark headed straight to his bedroom.
*******
He knocked on the door, and heard Bruce call out “Just a moment.” Clark stepped back to wait for Bruce to open the door, and suddenly a wave of anger washed over him. You know what, I’m done waiting for Bruce, doing what he wants! Fuck him—he pushed open the door, and Bruce was standing at the end of his bed, his shirt in his hand, and a towel slung over his bare shoulder.
“Clark,” he said, annoyed that he was disobeyed. “Didn’t you hear me--”
Clark walked up to him and before he lost his nerve, planted a hand in the center of his chest and pushed, hard. Bruce fell back against the bed, and immediately started to get up.
“Clark, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Clark pushed him back again, and stood over him, with a leg on each side of his knees.
“Bruce, you’re a liar.” Clark glared at him, looking so angry, that Bruce had to fight to keep from pulling away from him. Clark bent over him and held him down with a palm spread over his chest, and ignored the silky hair under his palm, and the shifting muscles under Bruce’s warm skin, because he was really angry that Bruce hadn’t told him, that everything they’d done together was the first time for both of them—that time in the car, when Bruce blew him and made him see stars-Clark could feel himself getting hard as he thought it was his first time ever-- remembered the expression on his face when he pulled back to look at Clark and lick his lips- he shifted and breathed a little harder, Bruce’s expression now was almost the same…
“What do you mean I lied to you---I never did…I never meant to,” he corrected. “I never meant to use you, I--”
Clark put his free hand over Bruce’s mouth. “Please shut up. I mean why didn’t you tell me you never---that I was…shit. You were a virgin?” Clark blushed, it sounded so stupid, like Bruce was some little schoolgirl.
Bruce looked a little uncomfortable, and jerked his face away from under Clark’s hand. “Clark, you never asked. Why is it important?” He gasped a little when Clark’s hand slid up over a nipple, and Clark smiled, knew Bruce was getting aroused. Why not…it was hot—maybe he was seeing how it could be to give up control.
And it hit him then that Bruce knew he was stronger, tougher, and he couldn’t stop Clark from taking control if that was the way Clark wanted it. He rocked forward, and Bruce bit down on a groan when his erection brushed against him. Clark liked it, he’d never initiated anything, always content to let Bruce lead the way, call the shots—no more. He bent lower and touched the tip of his tongue to Bruce’s mouth, and his lips parted immediately. He dipped into the moist heat briefly and laughed softly when Bruce tried to follow him. He pushed down harder with the hand on his chest and scrapped his nails through the fine hair, and Bruce thrust up, twisted his hips, desperately trying to make contact. He moaned, and spoke, his voice dry and thin, “Clark, please, please…”
Clark’s eyes closed, he gasped as his dick jerked. Bruce begging him, fuck, it turned him on so much—he stroked his fingertips over Bruce’s nipples and wrung a deep moan from him when he pinched the hard flesh between his fingers, he sucked and nipped till it was flushed red, and over-sensitive and Bruce was gasping without stop. This was hotter than anything he imagined; he’d never dreamed how much it would affect him to be the one in control. His boxers were wet and clinging to him, and he just wanted to get the constricting material away from his sensitive dick, he wanted to take it out and run it all over Bruce- push it into his mouth—
“Bruce, you’re going to suck me now. Now.”
“Yes—yes! Whatever you want—just—touch me, please!”
Bruce couldn’t stay still, his hands flew over Clark, under his shirt, over his chest, and his hips pumped up into Clark. Clark reared back and ripped his shirt off, moved up away from Bruce and grinned when he groaned. He kicked away his sneaks and peeled jeans down and off. Bruce closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat. Clark watched his tongue trace its way across his lip and wanted it on his dick. He reached down, grabbed the waistband of Bruce’s pants and ripped down and outwards, tore the material away from his body and threw the pieces into a corner of the room.
The front of Clark’s boxers stood away from him, and he trailed his fingers over the spreading dark spot over the head of his dick, and Bruce hissed, his dick bobbing with each breath he took. Clark dropped the boxers to the ground and stepped out of them, slid himself back up Bruce’s legs, letting their dicks rub together and Bruce choked, Clark grunted—the feeling was intense.
“I want you to suck me, suck me like your life depended on it, suck me till I scream and come in your mouth.”
Bruce shivered and his mouth dropped open. Clark slid up until his dick bumped against Bruce’s open lips, held his head and thrust into the wet heat, and pumped his hips forward. Bruce moaned, scrabbled his hands over Clark’s ass before letting them drop, and he let Clark fuck his mouth, and groaned around him and Clark’s legs shook and he gasped harder and panted and watched his dick push in and out of Bruce’s lips, watched his eyes jerk under his lids and tears leak out the corners, listened to the wet smack, smack of flesh against flesh, wondered briefly if he was hurting Bruce and suddenly every nerve in his body flamed, his dick jumped and pulsed and his world narrowed down to his dick jerking in Bruce’s throat, Bruce swallowing his come franticly—fuck--
He held Bruce’s head and pumped. Pumped and Bruce groaned and swallowed, choked and swallowed. Clark cried out-- he was on the edge of loosing control, it boiled up in him like a wave of fire. He yanked his hands away from Bruce and grabbed huge handfuls of sheet and they tore in his grip like tissue—but it helped him to regain control—fuck ---damn… he’d never come so close to loosing it, ever.
Bruce’ eyes locked on his—they were wide and wild, and at the sound of the sheets ripping, his body arched and he came so hard the bed shook, so hard—shouting out Clark’s name and Clark dropped down, to catch the warm pulse in his mouth, licking up what he’d missed, licking Bruce’s chest and clean, licking under his chin where semen had hit in the first muscle wrenching spasm.
“Clark—Clark—fuck me, fuck me,” he gasped and Clark thought he’s pass out from the intensity of the wave of lust that rolled through him.
Oh fuck yeah—as soon as he could breath again—he was going to do just that.
TBC!!!!!
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9/28/04 02:32 pm (UTC)*Smacks you on the head with a wet fish*
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9/28/04 12:29 pm (UTC)*flail*
That is freakin' HOT, bay-bee.
Freakin' hot.
You do good pr0n.
*bounce*
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9/28/04 02:24 pm (UTC)Thank you, thank you! If I can make just one person sweat, then my job is done. *crosses arms while music swells in background and possibly the flag waves behind her*
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9/28/04 03:00 pm (UTC)I can see that.
*snerk*
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9/28/04 12:40 pm (UTC)And DUDE! A virgin!
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9/28/04 04:58 pm (UTC)*fans self frantically*
9/30/04 01:40 am (UTC)Re: *fans self frantically*
9/30/04 03:15 am (UTC)Whoo-hoo!!
9/30/04 09:51 pm (UTC)Of course, I had to reread this section so I could remember what to say.
*sigh*
The sacrifices I make...
*eg*
Roxy, you write such hot Blark sex! Even when Clark is all domineering and ordering Bruce around and coming at the thought that he might be hurting Bruce (OMG!! So freaking sexy kinky, our Clark!), he still retains that kind of innocence that makes it seem like he really is discovering this for the first time. This section is so very natural in the way it has Clark exploring his desires, it makes the whole thing like twice as hot. Oh yeah. Quivering, coming just by sucking Clark's dick Bruce is pretty fucking hot as well (and I've never been a huge fan of Bruce as a partner to one of the boys, so that's one hell of a compliment).
In summary: This section = Juicy! (like all the best cherries)
Re: Whoo-hoo!!
9/30/04 10:19 pm (UTC)