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Clark/Lex. Pre-Porn
Aug. 9th, 2002 01:07 pmThamiris announced on her LJ she needed porn. Porn for Clark/Lex. Clex porn.
Well, this isn't it. Yet. This is sort of pre-porn. The plot before the porn. Getting to porn. Yeah.
***
He hadn't really meant to come here.
Didn't really know what he was going to do now that he'd come. Only his house was humid and musky-sweaty in that pre-summer heat kind of way, before you were used to it and could actually sleep through the sticky sheets, and Clark had been trying and failing to sleep for hours before coming here to cool, dark hallways and feeling his skin sigh in relief.
Only the fact that it was close to three am and that he was practically breaking into Lex's house that ruined it. Lex was a good friend, sure, but so was Pete and he couldn't see himself invading Pete's in the pre-dawn hours of the morning. At Pete's though there was Mr. And Mrs. Ross to contend with. Lex probably wouldn't mind if Clark felt like confessing in the morning.
Even so, Clark was moving as quietly as he could, soaking in the cool for as long as it lasted. He'd forgotten to put shoes on before he come, nearly sleepwalking through the fields as it was, and the floor was chill enough to make him want to strip off and lay on it naked.
He wasn't that asleep, though, and instead he made his way quietly upstairs, thinking of the leather sofas in Lex's study, which would be nasty against bare skin but felt like bliss if you were clothed.
Still at the top of the stairs, he could see a narrow beam of light through the barely opened door and crap, apparently Lex was awake at this time of the morning, working way harder than he should and maybe he'd like an interruption? Better see Lex's expression first, to gauge whether he was just tired or possibly pissed, or both.
Crouching down by the stairs, Clark concentrated, which really wasn't the right word for how he used his x-ray vision but he didn't think there -was- a word for it, not in English anyway, and he was getting a lot better at this if he could do it on the first try when he was still mostly sleepy; instead of accidentally peering through all the walls he managed just the one and all thoughts of sleepiness vanished when he saw that Lex was indeed in his study.
Except Lex wasn't alone. Someone, some man that he didn't recognize had Lex pinned across the pool table and God, did Lex have an ad in the classifieds advertising for kidnappers or something? Only this guy didn't look much like the other kidnappers Clark had seen. Blond and wearing a pretty nice suit and he didn't even look strong enough to pin Lex down, even though he was and Lex had a pained look on his face, was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Did you miss me?" the blond guy whispered, leaning down and, no way, licked Lex's ear and that was enough proof for Clark that this was not a normal kidnapping, not anything normal at all and he almost rushed it, almost did was he always did but Lex made a noise, and it sounded nothing like no, not at all.
Blond guy laughed, breathlessly, and he'd been holding Lex's hands behind his back until then, let them go and moved to push up Lex's shirt, and maybe Clark hadn't been too far off. Lex was still in his office clothes; he might have been up working late and gotten an interruption that wasn't nearly as friendly as Clark had planned.
His eyes were starting to ache, he wasn't used to using his x-ray vision for so long but the blond guy was starting to lick his way up Lex's spine, one of his hands sliding down to where Clark couldn't see it without looking through skin, and Lex was twisting and making those little not-no noises and he was just watching this, and he'd stop this, maybe, but maybe not, maybe this wasn't normal but it was still OK, maybe...
Except his vision went completely black for a moment, flashing spots in front of his eyes and he couldn't see anything but he could hear, and he heard a sudden, sickening crack and a scream. Not Lex, please, not Lex...
At any other time, in any other place, Clark would already be in there, because screams aren't usually a good thing, but this is...this is in the not normal zone so instead Clark crept closer, rubbing his eyes frantically and he could see normally but didn't dare try the x-ray vision again yet. Instead, he peeked through the opening next to the doorjamb and saw...Lex. Lex standing, holding a broken cue stick, and the other guy was on the floor, blubbering and holding his arm.
Lex looked weirdly calm for someone who'd...been attacked? Attacked someone himself? Clark wasn't even sure anymore and this was moving out of the not normal zone and into the twilight zone. Lex with his shirt untucked and mostly unbuttoned, a red mark visible at the base of his throat and he was tapping the broken stick against his leg casually.
"You know the way out, don't you, Dominic?" Blond guy was getting to his feet, awkwardly without being able to use his arms. "See you at the next board meeting. Oh, and I'd have that checked out if I were you."
(end bit)
Well, this isn't it. Yet. This is sort of pre-porn. The plot before the porn. Getting to porn. Yeah.
***
He hadn't really meant to come here.
Didn't really know what he was going to do now that he'd come. Only his house was humid and musky-sweaty in that pre-summer heat kind of way, before you were used to it and could actually sleep through the sticky sheets, and Clark had been trying and failing to sleep for hours before coming here to cool, dark hallways and feeling his skin sigh in relief.
Only the fact that it was close to three am and that he was practically breaking into Lex's house that ruined it. Lex was a good friend, sure, but so was Pete and he couldn't see himself invading Pete's in the pre-dawn hours of the morning. At Pete's though there was Mr. And Mrs. Ross to contend with. Lex probably wouldn't mind if Clark felt like confessing in the morning.
Even so, Clark was moving as quietly as he could, soaking in the cool for as long as it lasted. He'd forgotten to put shoes on before he come, nearly sleepwalking through the fields as it was, and the floor was chill enough to make him want to strip off and lay on it naked.
He wasn't that asleep, though, and instead he made his way quietly upstairs, thinking of the leather sofas in Lex's study, which would be nasty against bare skin but felt like bliss if you were clothed.
Still at the top of the stairs, he could see a narrow beam of light through the barely opened door and crap, apparently Lex was awake at this time of the morning, working way harder than he should and maybe he'd like an interruption? Better see Lex's expression first, to gauge whether he was just tired or possibly pissed, or both.
Crouching down by the stairs, Clark concentrated, which really wasn't the right word for how he used his x-ray vision but he didn't think there -was- a word for it, not in English anyway, and he was getting a lot better at this if he could do it on the first try when he was still mostly sleepy; instead of accidentally peering through all the walls he managed just the one and all thoughts of sleepiness vanished when he saw that Lex was indeed in his study.
Except Lex wasn't alone. Someone, some man that he didn't recognize had Lex pinned across the pool table and God, did Lex have an ad in the classifieds advertising for kidnappers or something? Only this guy didn't look much like the other kidnappers Clark had seen. Blond and wearing a pretty nice suit and he didn't even look strong enough to pin Lex down, even though he was and Lex had a pained look on his face, was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Did you miss me?" the blond guy whispered, leaning down and, no way, licked Lex's ear and that was enough proof for Clark that this was not a normal kidnapping, not anything normal at all and he almost rushed it, almost did was he always did but Lex made a noise, and it sounded nothing like no, not at all.
Blond guy laughed, breathlessly, and he'd been holding Lex's hands behind his back until then, let them go and moved to push up Lex's shirt, and maybe Clark hadn't been too far off. Lex was still in his office clothes; he might have been up working late and gotten an interruption that wasn't nearly as friendly as Clark had planned.
His eyes were starting to ache, he wasn't used to using his x-ray vision for so long but the blond guy was starting to lick his way up Lex's spine, one of his hands sliding down to where Clark couldn't see it without looking through skin, and Lex was twisting and making those little not-no noises and he was just watching this, and he'd stop this, maybe, but maybe not, maybe this wasn't normal but it was still OK, maybe...
Except his vision went completely black for a moment, flashing spots in front of his eyes and he couldn't see anything but he could hear, and he heard a sudden, sickening crack and a scream. Not Lex, please, not Lex...
At any other time, in any other place, Clark would already be in there, because screams aren't usually a good thing, but this is...this is in the not normal zone so instead Clark crept closer, rubbing his eyes frantically and he could see normally but didn't dare try the x-ray vision again yet. Instead, he peeked through the opening next to the doorjamb and saw...Lex. Lex standing, holding a broken cue stick, and the other guy was on the floor, blubbering and holding his arm.
Lex looked weirdly calm for someone who'd...been attacked? Attacked someone himself? Clark wasn't even sure anymore and this was moving out of the not normal zone and into the twilight zone. Lex with his shirt untucked and mostly unbuttoned, a red mark visible at the base of his throat and he was tapping the broken stick against his leg casually.
"You know the way out, don't you, Dominic?" Blond guy was getting to his feet, awkwardly without being able to use his arms. "See you at the next board meeting. Oh, and I'd have that checked out if I were you."
(end bit)
