Happy Birthday, goss!
You share your gorgeous manips and your enthusiasm. You give us SmallPark which makes all of us squee with love and laughter. I hope you have a day as lovely as you are, sweetie *hugs goss*
A little present, from me to you.
Title: Impressions
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Impressions
Clark reached into the chip bowl and glanced over at Lex. The flickering light from the wide-screen television cast colored shadows across Lex's face in the darkened room, and Clark grinned. He reveled in quiet nights like this -- no urgent business for Lex, and Clark already had his assignments done. Rather than watching the show, he took a few minutes to observe Lex watching it. A faint smile lingered on Lex's lips, and it broke into a full fledged grin when one of his favorite lines came up.
Clark stretched his legs out, accidentally kicking the coffee table in mid-sprawl. He caught the glass of Coke before it fell over, taking a sip before putting it back on the coaster.
"Nice save," Lex snickered.
Clark flopped back against the couch cushions. "I thought so." He munched on a chip, then turned his head to look at Lex again. "Who's your favorite character?"
Lex glanced over at him, taking a sip of water before returning his gaze to the television screen. "It's impossible to choose. With a show like this, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. A true ensemble."
"Uh-uh, no coping out. There has to be one you like better than the others. Come on, Lex. Spill."
"Why do I get the feeling this information will be held against me, Clark? The last time I answered one of your random pop culture questions you used it to psychoanalyze me."
Clark grabbed one of the throw pillows and thwapped Lex with it. "That was a magazine quiz. This is just curiosity."
"Chloe does realize I haven't forgiven her for leaving that Cosmo within your reach, right?"
Clark rolled his eyes. "I'm sure Chloe is trembling in anticipation of your rage." When Lex nodded in clear indication that he didn't notice -- or more likely, chose to ignore -- Clark's sarcasm, Clark tossed the pillow at him. Lex snatched it out of the air without a word and stuffed it behind his back. "We had fun with that quiz, remember?"
Lex did look at him then, all shrewd smile and quirked eyebrows. "I'm not likely to forget it."
Clark flushed, heat running under his skin at the memory. He could do with a repeat performance of that night, maybe later on, if he got lucky. "You didn't answer the question."
"Which was?"
"Favorite character?"
Lex gave a nod, acknowledging Clark's return to the previous topic. With a glance over at the screen, he angled his head and replied, "Cartman. He says what he thinks and does what he wants. I admire that in a cartoon character."
Clark chuckled. "It doesn't bug you that the other kids hate him?"
"Not at all. It shows an independence that's admirable." Lex was clearly warming to his topic -- turning on the seat to face Clark and gesturing with his hands for emphasis. "When his friends told him to get rid of the evil Trapper Keeper, he stood up to them and did what he wanted."
"As I recall, that didn't end so well, Lex."
"Totally beside the point. I'm also a big fan of the 'screw you guys, I'm going home' speech." Lex had slipped into a passable Cartman imitation when he quoted the line, which left Clark stifling a laugh and Lex looking a bit surprised at himself. Lex cleared his throat and turned his eyes the screen, where the denizens of South Park were in the midst of battling a gigantic Barbara Streisand robot. "How about you, Clark? Who's your favorite character?"
Clark didn't even have to think about it. "Kenny."
Lex almost did a spit-take with the sip of water he'd taken. He swallowed hard and looked at Clark like he had more than a few screws loose. "Kenny?"
"Yep."
"The kid who no one can understand and dies every episode -- that Kenny?"
"Got it in one."
Lex shook his head. "Why Kenny? I mean, I'd understand Kyle. Even Stan, since you can identify with him."
"Huh?"
"Puking every time the pretty dark-haired girl shows up. Ring any bells?"
Clark frowned. "Not funny, Lex."
Lex smirked. "You're the one who confessed that you originally thought you were in love with Lana because her necklace made you nauseous." Clark threw another pillow at Lex, which he caught and dropped on the coffee table out of Clark's reach. "Okay, so tell me -- why Kenny?"
Clark shrugged. "Like you said, no one understands him. I get that. And... well, he dies every week, but he's alive again by the next episode. I like the idea of death not being permanent."
Lex scooted closer to him on the couch, hooking a hand behind Clark's neck and tugging him in for a kiss. Gentle brushing of lips against his and then Lex pulled back. "Good point."
Clark felt Lex's fingers slip up into his hair, playing with the curls, and he leaned into the touch. He shifted both of them, leaving Lex leaning back against the arm of the couch and Clark braced over him. Clark took one hand off the couch and started undoing the buttons on Lex's shirt. He whispered, low and with intent, "Do the voice again."
Lex groaned when Clark licked a nipple, then bit it lightly. "Voice?"
Clark's tongue trailed down Lex's chest to his abs, pushing the opened shirt plackets out of his way and thumbing open the button of Lex's pants. "The Cartman voice."
Lex arched up against Clark's mouth, urging him on. "You're kidding, right?"
Clark lifted his head, focusing on freeing Lex's cock from the opened fly of his trousers. He stroked several times before responding. "Not kidding."
Lex rolled his lip into his mouth and tried to pull Clark's head down with the hand cupping his scalp. Clark didn't budge. "Cartoon voices turn you on?"
Clark grinned, laving the head of Lex's cock and tonguing the slit. He lifted his mouth but continued the slow stroke of his hand down the shaft. "You turn me on. The voice is just for fun."
Lex stared down at him, amusement and frustration warring on his expression. "Clark..."
Clark stopped the movement of his hand, mimicking Lex's tone of voice. "Lex..."
Lex dropped his head back against the couch arm, bouncing it there a few times before lifting it again. "All right, Clark, I'll-" His voice broke off in a hiss when Clark removed his hand and licked stripes up and down Lex's cock. Clark started fisting the slicked flesh faster than before, and gave Lex an expectant glance. "Christ, Clark... okay... 'You will respect my authoritah' -ah! Fuck!"
Clark's cheeks twitched, aborting a reflexive grin around the hard flesh stretching his mouth. He ran his tongue along the underside of Lex's cock and sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. His hand still gripped the base, and Clark lowered his head further until he kissed his fist. Lex thrust up against him, wanting more, but Clark closed a hand over his hip to prevent it. Keeping Lex in his mouth, his words came out muffled and unintelligible. Lex's hand tightened in his hair, trying to arch into the humming sensations despite Clark's grip, and Clark repeated the question, saliva escaping his mouth and slipping wet across his hand. He lifted off with a wet pop and looked up at Lex. Breathing hard, face flushed with heat, Lex returned Clark's gaze with hunger sparking in his eyes. "What do you think of my Kenny impression?"
Lex blinked, then a choked laugh-groan escaped him. "I'd say perfect, but I need a repeat performance to be sure."
Clark quirked a brow, grinning wickedly. "As you wish."
"Oh, God... we're going to have to watch The Princess Bride again very soon. I can't-" Whatever Lex had been about to say vanished into a sharp inhalation when Clark took him back into his mouth. Clark slid down all the way, removing his hand and burying his face in Lex's groin. He breathed deep through his nose and released his grip on Lex's hip. The silent signal registered, and Lex began pumping his hips. He fucked into Clark's throat hard, fast, perfect. Clark pushed air past his vocal cords, nothing resembling words leaving him, but the vibrations drove Lex over the edge. He pushed into Clark's mouth and came hard, body shuddering with the force of it as Clark sucked and swallowed throughout.
Lex collapsed back on the sofa, boneless and spent. Clark tucked Lex's cock away in his pants and crawled up Lex's body, sharing a kiss before nuzzling up underneath Lex's chin. Lex absently petted Clark's hair as his breathing returned to normal. "Perfect imitation. I was right the first time."
Clark chuckled, pressing a kiss into Lex's chest before replying, "I guess that means I don't have to practice anymore, then."
Lex tilted Clark's head up and nipped at his lips, pressing his thigh up against Clark's erection. "Bite your tongue."
Clark thrust his cock down against the pressure, increasing the friction. "I'd prefer if you bit it for me."
Lex kissed him forcefully, hot and wet, before pulling back. "I think that could be arranged." He slid a hand between them and cupped Clark's cock, giving it a squeeze and stopping his rocking motions. "Let's go up to the bedroom. I have a better idea in mind for taking care of this."
Clark's eyes flared. He leapt off the couch, holding his hand out to Lex and pulling him up. He purposely pulled just a bit too hard, tumbling Lex into his arms for another kiss. His hands closed over Lex's ass, squeezing there suggestively. "As you wish."
Lex kissed him again, then started backing toward the door. "Just remember, Clark -- You will respect my authoritah."
-- end --