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Day 12: No more angst
As promised, our fourth and final theme for the February Project is a happy one, not to mention one of my all-time favorite silly songs. Which reminds me, it's been a while since I linked to the songs themselves. Click over to the third page, where the theme of the last few days, Love In the Shadows, is disk 3, track 7. Beginning today, the theme is disk 3, track 20: For We Are the King of the Boudoir. (Thank, as usual, to the Magnetic Fields for the inspiration, and to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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For We Are the King of the Boudoir
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Clark has, in Lex’s view, a far too narrow concept of where and when sex should happen, and as the older and more experienced one, Lex feels it’s part of his job to stretch Clark’s boundaries.
So he steps up behind Clark at the pool table, right when Clark’s leaning over to make a shot. Caresses his hips, and Clark laughs, saying, “You’re trying to break my concentration, aren’t you?” But he stops laughing when Lex presses against his ass, letting Clark feel how hard he is. He freezes, and when Lex slides his hands around to stroke him through his jeans where he’s stiffening, Clark’s whole body shivers, then he drops the cue and tries to turn for a kiss. “No,” Lex instructs. “Lean forward.” Hesitantly, Clark sweeps the balls out of the way and bends at the waist, until his chest is flush to the green felt. “I’m going to fuck you like this,” Lex murmurs, and Clark squirms against the table, his breath hitching even as he squeaks out a scandalized “Here?”
Another day, in the Talon, while they chat casually with Chloe and Lana, Lex uses the cover of the table to place a hand on Clark’s knee. Clark glances at him nervously but doesn’t object, so while the conversation meanders around Torch articles and football games, he inches his palm slowly up Clark’s thigh, and inside, between his thighs. Clark tries to act casual, even though he blushes a deeper and deeper red, but when Lex presses the heel of his hand against Clark’s cock, Clark sucks in a breath so loud it interrupts Chloe in mid-rant.
“Everything okay over there?” she asks.
Clark swallows hard and blinks a few times, as Lex unbuttons his jeans and reaches inside.
“I’m… uh…” Clark begins to pant. Chloe and Lana stare at him. Finally Lex takes pity.
“Are you feeling okay, Clark? You want me to take you home?”
“Yes!” Clark grabs his backpack and hugs it to his belly, as he lurches up and runs – not for the street, but for the men’s room. Lex follows.
Clark assaults him as soon as the door closes, and Lex pushes down Clark’s pants and takes him in hand to finish what he started. Clark comes quickly with a groan, grumbling, “Don’t ever do that again.”
Lex smiles. “Count on it, Clark; I’m going to do that again.”
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disprove for uploading the music.)For We Are the King of the Boudoir
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Clark has, in Lex’s view, a far too narrow concept of where and when sex should happen, and as the older and more experienced one, Lex feels it’s part of his job to stretch Clark’s boundaries.
So he steps up behind Clark at the pool table, right when Clark’s leaning over to make a shot. Caresses his hips, and Clark laughs, saying, “You’re trying to break my concentration, aren’t you?” But he stops laughing when Lex presses against his ass, letting Clark feel how hard he is. He freezes, and when Lex slides his hands around to stroke him through his jeans where he’s stiffening, Clark’s whole body shivers, then he drops the cue and tries to turn for a kiss. “No,” Lex instructs. “Lean forward.” Hesitantly, Clark sweeps the balls out of the way and bends at the waist, until his chest is flush to the green felt. “I’m going to fuck you like this,” Lex murmurs, and Clark squirms against the table, his breath hitching even as he squeaks out a scandalized “Here?”
Another day, in the Talon, while they chat casually with Chloe and Lana, Lex uses the cover of the table to place a hand on Clark’s knee. Clark glances at him nervously but doesn’t object, so while the conversation meanders around Torch articles and football games, he inches his palm slowly up Clark’s thigh, and inside, between his thighs. Clark tries to act casual, even though he blushes a deeper and deeper red, but when Lex presses the heel of his hand against Clark’s cock, Clark sucks in a breath so loud it interrupts Chloe in mid-rant.
“Everything okay over there?” she asks.
Clark swallows hard and blinks a few times, as Lex unbuttons his jeans and reaches inside.
“I’m… uh…” Clark begins to pant. Chloe and Lana stare at him. Finally Lex takes pity.
“Are you feeling okay, Clark? You want me to take you home?”
“Yes!” Clark grabs his backpack and hugs it to his belly, as he lurches up and runs – not for the street, but for the men’s room. Lex follows.
Clark assaults him as soon as the door closes, and Lex pushes down Clark’s pants and takes him in hand to finish what he started. Clark comes quickly with a groan, grumbling, “Don’t ever do that again.”
Lex smiles. “Count on it, Clark; I’m going to do that again.”
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(I think I missed a few of your angsty ones; must go back and read them.)
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Glad you liked this.
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You inspired this one, you know, with a comment you left on one of the previous vignettes.
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It says quite a lot about SV fandom that in 14 days of porn, there are so very many clexy cliches that I never got around to. But I couldn't pass up the pool table. :-)