Fic: Endorsing Honesty (Clex, Febff)
Title: Endorsing Honesty
Category: fic
Rating: NC-17 (probably more hard R, but err on the side of caution)
Word Count: 714
Spoilers: None for the series (Canon-divergent)
Warnings: Some language, sexual situations
Notes: Written for my little February Fornication Fest thing. A sequel to a 2010 FFF fic, Subscribing to Courage
Summary: Year's later, Lex lives up to a promise. "One of these days, you're going to crawl to me on your knees and I'm going to let you suck me off right there on that couch."
Martha's day-to-day belongings are out of the house, but it's impossible to remove her presence without going room to room and removing everything. The old farmhouse is too lived in and the memories are in the corners of peeling wall paper, stains on the carpet, scrapes on the wooden floors.
The loft, however, is completely Clark's and has been for years as things transitioned from his room in the house to his Fortress of Solitude. The couch has been replaced, there's internet to allow him to work from the computer station he has out there. If it weren't for the cows, the barn probably would have been converted completely to human/Kryptonian living space.
It has its own memories, however, despite the changes over the years. Lex carefully looks around for the chunk of banister where Clark fought one of his many battles. The rail survived, forever scarred. The patch of yellow in the corner from a spilled bucket of paint that could have been cleaned up with superhuman strenght if someone had put the effort in.
The couch, as noted, was new, but it stood in the place of the old one and Lex crossed to it in time. He took the middle cushion and stretched his arms along the back, let his feet rest on the floor and allowed his legs to spread naturally. His trousers were fitted and they cupped and outlined his groin in an obvious way.
At the top of the stairs, Clark waited for Lex to get settled, then started to stalk forward. Lex tsked at him and nodded pointedly to the floor. Their gazes locked in a brief battle of wills before Clark sank gracefully to his knees, then leant forward until he was supported by his hands. His crawl had a feline slink to it as he swayed forward, still a predator hunting its prey, no less dangerous for being low to the ground.
"I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't thought of this a hundred times," Lex murmured conversationally. "A thousand times, hundreds of variations. Plaid or leather or clad only in your skin, barefoot, biker boots, shirtless, pantless. Boxers and briefs." Even after he had known Clark's underwear preferences, even after he'd had Clark in his bed.
Clark reached the couch and crawled betwen Lex's knees, arms going wide around Lex while he rose to kneel in front of the couch. "How's the reality?" Clark asked, no hint of the shy boy who first cupped himself in that very space, body language open to Lex's gaze and touch.
They'd rushed then, pushing into each other, anxious for contact. Now they were patient, the space a tease between then instead of an obstacle. "Fantasy doesn't kiss," Lex answered, leaning forward to demonstrate and letting Clark take control of the kiss before pulling back. "Day dreams can't replicate the wet heat of your mouth."
Another kiss before Clark leaned back and down, putting his head more on a level with Lex's groin. His hands slid in over the top of Lex's thighs before settling above his fly, another tease, before Clark worked Lex's pants open. The touch of his hands wasn't enough compared to the promise of his mouth, but Lex sank back again. He'd brought them here, full circle, but it was Clark who moved them forward. The air in the barn wasn't chilled, exactly, but the brush of air over Lex's erection made him shudder as much as the heat Clark blew over it a second later.
"Ah," Lex gasped as Clark's mouth opened around him, drawing him into the delicious heat, throat relaxing almost immediately. "Fuck, Clark."
Clark hummed in answer and Lex let out a breath laugh. It was just a brief moment, but Clark pulled back enough to ask, "What's so funny?"
Lex carded his fingers through Clark's hair just to caress him. "Just had the thought that you took my advice. About reading Cosmo."
That earned him an eye roll, but it was fond, and Clark didn't bother to argue verbally, he just put Lex's dick back in his mouth and proved that the origin of his technique was less important than his lack of gag reflex and familiarity in pushing all of Lex's buttons.
For more from this universe here at LJ, check out Three Questions
Read at the AO3: Endorsing Honesty and it's prequel and sequel @ AO3
Author's Note on FebFF: This was an idea I had back in 2010 and have never managed to complete, but it challenges my writer's brain, which is something that didn't happen much at all in 2014. I'm restarting it because for January, the writing was good (better, at least) and I'm going to try to maintain that energy throughout the year. Previous entries are under the tag.
Category: fic
Rating: NC-17 (probably more hard R, but err on the side of caution)
Word Count: 714
Spoilers: None for the series (Canon-divergent)
Warnings: Some language, sexual situations
Notes: Written for my little February Fornication Fest thing. A sequel to a 2010 FFF fic, Subscribing to Courage
Summary: Year's later, Lex lives up to a promise. "One of these days, you're going to crawl to me on your knees and I'm going to let you suck me off right there on that couch."
Martha's day-to-day belongings are out of the house, but it's impossible to remove her presence without going room to room and removing everything. The old farmhouse is too lived in and the memories are in the corners of peeling wall paper, stains on the carpet, scrapes on the wooden floors.
The loft, however, is completely Clark's and has been for years as things transitioned from his room in the house to his Fortress of Solitude. The couch has been replaced, there's internet to allow him to work from the computer station he has out there. If it weren't for the cows, the barn probably would have been converted completely to human/Kryptonian living space.
It has its own memories, however, despite the changes over the years. Lex carefully looks around for the chunk of banister where Clark fought one of his many battles. The rail survived, forever scarred. The patch of yellow in the corner from a spilled bucket of paint that could have been cleaned up with superhuman strenght if someone had put the effort in.
The couch, as noted, was new, but it stood in the place of the old one and Lex crossed to it in time. He took the middle cushion and stretched his arms along the back, let his feet rest on the floor and allowed his legs to spread naturally. His trousers were fitted and they cupped and outlined his groin in an obvious way.
At the top of the stairs, Clark waited for Lex to get settled, then started to stalk forward. Lex tsked at him and nodded pointedly to the floor. Their gazes locked in a brief battle of wills before Clark sank gracefully to his knees, then leant forward until he was supported by his hands. His crawl had a feline slink to it as he swayed forward, still a predator hunting its prey, no less dangerous for being low to the ground.
"I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't thought of this a hundred times," Lex murmured conversationally. "A thousand times, hundreds of variations. Plaid or leather or clad only in your skin, barefoot, biker boots, shirtless, pantless. Boxers and briefs." Even after he had known Clark's underwear preferences, even after he'd had Clark in his bed.
Clark reached the couch and crawled betwen Lex's knees, arms going wide around Lex while he rose to kneel in front of the couch. "How's the reality?" Clark asked, no hint of the shy boy who first cupped himself in that very space, body language open to Lex's gaze and touch.
They'd rushed then, pushing into each other, anxious for contact. Now they were patient, the space a tease between then instead of an obstacle. "Fantasy doesn't kiss," Lex answered, leaning forward to demonstrate and letting Clark take control of the kiss before pulling back. "Day dreams can't replicate the wet heat of your mouth."
Another kiss before Clark leaned back and down, putting his head more on a level with Lex's groin. His hands slid in over the top of Lex's thighs before settling above his fly, another tease, before Clark worked Lex's pants open. The touch of his hands wasn't enough compared to the promise of his mouth, but Lex sank back again. He'd brought them here, full circle, but it was Clark who moved them forward. The air in the barn wasn't chilled, exactly, but the brush of air over Lex's erection made him shudder as much as the heat Clark blew over it a second later.
"Ah," Lex gasped as Clark's mouth opened around him, drawing him into the delicious heat, throat relaxing almost immediately. "Fuck, Clark."
Clark hummed in answer and Lex let out a breath laugh. It was just a brief moment, but Clark pulled back enough to ask, "What's so funny?"
Lex carded his fingers through Clark's hair just to caress him. "Just had the thought that you took my advice. About reading Cosmo."
That earned him an eye roll, but it was fond, and Clark didn't bother to argue verbally, he just put Lex's dick back in his mouth and proved that the origin of his technique was less important than his lack of gag reflex and familiarity in pushing all of Lex's buttons.
For more from this universe here at LJ, check out Three Questions
Read at the AO3: Endorsing Honesty and it's prequel and sequel @ AO3
Author's Note on FebFF: This was an idea I had back in 2010 and have never managed to complete, but it challenges my writer's brain, which is something that didn't happen much at all in 2014. I'm restarting it because for January, the writing was good (better, at least) and I'm going to try to maintain that energy throughout the year. Previous entries are under the tag.