SV - Reposted art and ficlet - Hero!Lex, R-ish
Here's Hero!Lex, accompanied by an R-ish 260 word ficlet, now, rather than just the drabble that was posted with the picture at absolut_lex.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Not Holding Out For A Hero
by Laura
Lex doesn’t tell Clark about this, he doesn’t need to. He doesn’t tell Clark how silky smooth the alien fabric of his suits is. He doesn’t tell him he tries one on. He doesn’t tell him how it feels against his skin. He doesn’t tell him how erotic and illicit this all this, how hard it makes him.
***
Up in the sky, Clark sees Lex. He hears his heartbeat; smells his arousal.
Clark takes a breath to steady himself and speeds home. He’ll wear that particular suit tomorrow, and later, delight in how much it will smell of them both.
***
Just as Lex begins to peel off the suit, Clark whooshes into the bedroom.
Hands on his hips, Clark asks him, “Were you particularly desperate to do something, Lex? The balcony doors were unlocked. Anyone could have come in, and seen you like this.”
“Someone like you, Clark?” Lex asks, a little wickedly.
“Yes, someone like me,” Clark replies, lowering his hands and walking towards Lex.
“Do you know how hot you look, Lex?” Clark asks, embracing, and kissing him. “These suits are tight in just the right places.”
“I know exactly how hot I look, Clark,” Lex smirks. “Would you like to see how hot I feel? You already found that out, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did,” Clark leers. “What good are superpowers if I can’t abuse them occasionally?”
“What good, indeed. Now, hurry up and get me out of this suit, and I’ll get you out of yours,” Lex says.
Clark’s only too happy to oblige him.
-end-
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Not Holding Out For A Hero
by Laura
Lex doesn’t tell Clark about this, he doesn’t need to. He doesn’t tell Clark how silky smooth the alien fabric of his suits is. He doesn’t tell him he tries one on. He doesn’t tell him how it feels against his skin. He doesn’t tell him how erotic and illicit this all this, how hard it makes him.
***
Up in the sky, Clark sees Lex. He hears his heartbeat; smells his arousal.
Clark takes a breath to steady himself and speeds home. He’ll wear that particular suit tomorrow, and later, delight in how much it will smell of them both.
***
Just as Lex begins to peel off the suit, Clark whooshes into the bedroom.
Hands on his hips, Clark asks him, “Were you particularly desperate to do something, Lex? The balcony doors were unlocked. Anyone could have come in, and seen you like this.”
“Someone like you, Clark?” Lex asks, a little wickedly.
“Yes, someone like me,” Clark replies, lowering his hands and walking towards Lex.
“Do you know how hot you look, Lex?” Clark asks, embracing, and kissing him. “These suits are tight in just the right places.”
“I know exactly how hot I look, Clark,” Lex smirks. “Would you like to see how hot I feel? You already found that out, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did,” Clark leers. “What good are superpowers if I can’t abuse them occasionally?”
“What good, indeed. Now, hurry up and get me out of this suit, and I’ll get you out of yours,” Lex says.
Clark’s only too happy to oblige him.
-end-