New Fic: "Summer Wine", SV, CK/LL, NC-17
Title: Summer Wine
Author: Bev *too*
Beta: Trowa, thank's, dear.
Fandom/Pairing: Smallville, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor
Prompt: # 06 "Strawberry Wine"
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was all the fault of the sweet Strawberry Wine ... that had to be the reason!
Warning: fluff ... smut ...
A/N: Written for the 30Moments challenge over at LJ-land. Inspired by a weekend I spent at a gay friend's home. *grins* The title is from the U2 song "Summer Wine".
Feedback: Yes, please. Would be like red kryptonite for Clark.
She was drunk.
Totally, completely, out of her mind drunk.
Drunk as a skunk.
That was it. It was the only thing that made sense right now, while she was sitting here in the slightly darkened living room in the Luthor Mansion, watching Clark and Lex go at like they were sex starved or something.
It must have been the cocktail they had been drinking earlier. Or maybe the wine they'd shared for dinner.
No. It had to have been the Strawberry Wine. She nodded to herself. Yep. That was it. She simply wasn't used to this sweet stuff.
She tried to concentrate on her laptop again which was in front of her on the floor. There was this article that she really really wanted to finish.
A deep moan and softly whispered words caused her head to move up again, almost as if it had a will on its own. She saw Lex's back, encircled by Clark's strong arms, moving slightly. Heard the kissing, and then a wet sound. She cocked her head slightly. Now Lex bent his back in a rather weird way. Was he ... ? A soft sucking noise confirmed her suspiscion. Wow. She never had thought that Lex was THAT flexible. Clark's head was thrown back, the muscles in his neck stood out, and with his large hands he cupped Lex's bald skull gently.
With a sigh she gave up pretending to work on something and shut her laptop down. Looking at what was right in front of her was SO much more fun. She leaned back, reached for her glass - why the hell did she still drink that Strawberry stuff anyways? It was what brought her here in the first place - took a sip, and enjoyed the view.
A tiny part inside her knew exactly how it had come to this. This part could still recall her delight at hearing that Clark and Lex FINALLY had gotten together. And this part could still hear her own voice asking "So, can I watch?"
She remembered vividly Clark spilling his coffee across the table, and Lex simply smiling, saying "Sure. Why not?"
"I have to be really drunk to do that," had been Clark's reply, and Chloe had laughed out loud because she knew that alcohol had absolutely no effect on her friend. "So do I," she had said in an attempt to calm her embarrassed friend down.
Another sip of the for her normally too sweet wine, and she gazed at the two men in front of her again. They were beautiful together. Clark's golden skin was a perfect contrast to Lex's creamy paleness. They caressed each other, murmured sweet nonsense between two kisses, and ... wow ... Chloe blinked for a moment before she had to look away, a sudden shyness overwhelming her for a moment. Clark really was big ... EVERYwhere. Especially where it counted ... if what she had just seen resting between Lex's cheeks hadn't been only her own wishful thinking. Another quick glance ... nope. It was real. Lucky Lex. Head down again. Looking at her hands. Why she couldn't exactly say. It wasn't as if the guys didn't know that she was here.
A gasp, and her head flew up again. Her eyes grew big. Somehow Clark and Lex had stumbled onto the sofa near her. She swallowed. O - kay ... this looked like something straight out of a gay porn. Lex was on his back, his hands buried in Clark's dark locks, kissing him deeply. Clark was pounding into his lover, his arms either side of Lex's head, his eyes closed.
He murmured something into the kisses. Something she didn't understand. But then he suddenly slowed down. And went from fucking to making love. The difference was so obvious that Chloe suddenly felt dirty for watching. She wanted to get up. Wanted to leave because she had no right to watch. Had no right to witness this.
She moved carefully, tried not to draw the attention of the other two men to her. The moment she got up, she found herself under the intense gaze of Lex. He propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand still entangled in Clark's hair. But he wasn't gripping it tightly, he was petting it softly, as if the younger man was a giant cat. And the sound Clark made was really almost close to a purr.
"Stay, Chloe," Lex whispered, closing his eyes for a short moment, hissing when Clark apparently hit a very sensitiv spot. Then he opened them again, gazing at her with this intense look in his eyes. "Stay. You have to watch him when he comes. He's so beautiful when he comes."
Clark heard these words, and smiled. His right hand cupped Lex's face gently, and turned his head so he could kiss him again. It had to be perfect because for a second Lex' fingers tightened almost painfully around Chloe's wrist before he released her, and touched Clark again.
She stumbled a few steps back, and sat down again on the floor. Her eyes wandered from Clark to Lex and back. The way they moved together, they way they radiated love from every pore ... how could ANYbody possibly think that love between two men was disgusting?
She leaned back against the wall. It was like watching art come to life. Lex' head suddenly fell back, and she could see that he was touching himself with fast, hard strokes. A rough voice murmured, "Come for me, love." She didn't know whose it was.
Seconds later Lex' back arched in a graceful way, and with a deep moan he came. White ribbons of sperm shot out of his penis, covering his hand and his stomach. Panting, his movements slowed down a little. Clark opened his eyes, his movements getting faster. He moved up a bit, took hold of Lex' legs, and held them back while he thrust into the slender body beneath him again, and again.
Chloe could see the faint sheen of sweat on his muscled body, and only a few heartbeats later he let out a shout that could have been everything from a prayer to a curse, ending with Lex' name, before he broke down over his lover.
Silence fell over the room, making the whole atmosphere even more surreal. She didn't know what to do now. Leave? Stay?
She decided to go. When she got up, two pairs of eyes moved to her. Clark was still inside Lex, and rested his forehead against his lover's. Dark against fair. It was an amazing sight. She smiled a little shakily. "Thank you, guys," she whispered before she went upstairs to her room.
~*~
The headache that woke her next morning reminded her again why she usually avoided drinking wine that was so sweet. It wasn't as though her head would fall off - yes, she's been there, no, it wasn't pretty - but she knew that a simple coffee wouldn't help either. She cast a quick glance at the clock, and was surprised. It was almost noon. For a moment she wondered if Clark and Lex would still be sleeping when quietly murmured words and the sound of the bathroom door answered her question.
Coffee.
First of all she needed coffee now. Carefully, she sneaked passed the bathroom, and headed straight for the kitchen where she filled the coffeemaker and switched it on.
Almost on its own her thoughts wandered back to last night. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the two bodies pressed up together. They've been so beautiful together. But whould this night change their friendship? Would it change the way they saw each other? Had she unknowingly destroyed the trust Clark had in her?
Large hands on her shoulders startled her, and with a gasp she spun around.
And looked directly into the laughing eyes of her childhood friend. "Hey, Clark."
He bowed down to her, and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Morning, Chloe. Slept well?"
She nodded. "Very. I guess the wine really kind of knocked me out."
Clark laughed, reached around her, and took three cups out of a board. He filled them all up, added some milk to one, milk and sugar to another, and left the third black. Then he handed her the coffee with milk, gave her another quick kiss, and said, "We'll be down in a few. Lex gets cranky when he doesn't get his first cup of coffee delivered to the bed. I really spoiled him."
With these words he grabbed the two cups, turned around and was gone again. Chloe watched him as he bounced upstairs, humming some tuneless song.
And with a big smile she drank her coffee.
End
Author: Bev *too*
Beta: Trowa, thank's, dear.
Fandom/Pairing: Smallville, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor
Prompt: # 06 "Strawberry Wine"
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was all the fault of the sweet Strawberry Wine ... that had to be the reason!
Warning: fluff ... smut ...
A/N: Written for the 30Moments challenge over at LJ-land. Inspired by a weekend I spent at a gay friend's home. *grins* The title is from the U2 song "Summer Wine".
Feedback: Yes, please. Would be like red kryptonite for Clark.
She was drunk.
Totally, completely, out of her mind drunk.
Drunk as a skunk.
That was it. It was the only thing that made sense right now, while she was sitting here in the slightly darkened living room in the Luthor Mansion, watching Clark and Lex go at like they were sex starved or something.
It must have been the cocktail they had been drinking earlier. Or maybe the wine they'd shared for dinner.
No. It had to have been the Strawberry Wine. She nodded to herself. Yep. That was it. She simply wasn't used to this sweet stuff.
She tried to concentrate on her laptop again which was in front of her on the floor. There was this article that she really really wanted to finish.
A deep moan and softly whispered words caused her head to move up again, almost as if it had a will on its own. She saw Lex's back, encircled by Clark's strong arms, moving slightly. Heard the kissing, and then a wet sound. She cocked her head slightly. Now Lex bent his back in a rather weird way. Was he ... ? A soft sucking noise confirmed her suspiscion. Wow. She never had thought that Lex was THAT flexible. Clark's head was thrown back, the muscles in his neck stood out, and with his large hands he cupped Lex's bald skull gently.
With a sigh she gave up pretending to work on something and shut her laptop down. Looking at what was right in front of her was SO much more fun. She leaned back, reached for her glass - why the hell did she still drink that Strawberry stuff anyways? It was what brought her here in the first place - took a sip, and enjoyed the view.
A tiny part inside her knew exactly how it had come to this. This part could still recall her delight at hearing that Clark and Lex FINALLY had gotten together. And this part could still hear her own voice asking "So, can I watch?"
She remembered vividly Clark spilling his coffee across the table, and Lex simply smiling, saying "Sure. Why not?"
"I have to be really drunk to do that," had been Clark's reply, and Chloe had laughed out loud because she knew that alcohol had absolutely no effect on her friend. "So do I," she had said in an attempt to calm her embarrassed friend down.
Another sip of the for her normally too sweet wine, and she gazed at the two men in front of her again. They were beautiful together. Clark's golden skin was a perfect contrast to Lex's creamy paleness. They caressed each other, murmured sweet nonsense between two kisses, and ... wow ... Chloe blinked for a moment before she had to look away, a sudden shyness overwhelming her for a moment. Clark really was big ... EVERYwhere. Especially where it counted ... if what she had just seen resting between Lex's cheeks hadn't been only her own wishful thinking. Another quick glance ... nope. It was real. Lucky Lex. Head down again. Looking at her hands. Why she couldn't exactly say. It wasn't as if the guys didn't know that she was here.
A gasp, and her head flew up again. Her eyes grew big. Somehow Clark and Lex had stumbled onto the sofa near her. She swallowed. O - kay ... this looked like something straight out of a gay porn. Lex was on his back, his hands buried in Clark's dark locks, kissing him deeply. Clark was pounding into his lover, his arms either side of Lex's head, his eyes closed.
He murmured something into the kisses. Something she didn't understand. But then he suddenly slowed down. And went from fucking to making love. The difference was so obvious that Chloe suddenly felt dirty for watching. She wanted to get up. Wanted to leave because she had no right to watch. Had no right to witness this.
She moved carefully, tried not to draw the attention of the other two men to her. The moment she got up, she found herself under the intense gaze of Lex. He propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand still entangled in Clark's hair. But he wasn't gripping it tightly, he was petting it softly, as if the younger man was a giant cat. And the sound Clark made was really almost close to a purr.
"Stay, Chloe," Lex whispered, closing his eyes for a short moment, hissing when Clark apparently hit a very sensitiv spot. Then he opened them again, gazing at her with this intense look in his eyes. "Stay. You have to watch him when he comes. He's so beautiful when he comes."
Clark heard these words, and smiled. His right hand cupped Lex's face gently, and turned his head so he could kiss him again. It had to be perfect because for a second Lex' fingers tightened almost painfully around Chloe's wrist before he released her, and touched Clark again.
She stumbled a few steps back, and sat down again on the floor. Her eyes wandered from Clark to Lex and back. The way they moved together, they way they radiated love from every pore ... how could ANYbody possibly think that love between two men was disgusting?
She leaned back against the wall. It was like watching art come to life. Lex' head suddenly fell back, and she could see that he was touching himself with fast, hard strokes. A rough voice murmured, "Come for me, love." She didn't know whose it was.
Seconds later Lex' back arched in a graceful way, and with a deep moan he came. White ribbons of sperm shot out of his penis, covering his hand and his stomach. Panting, his movements slowed down a little. Clark opened his eyes, his movements getting faster. He moved up a bit, took hold of Lex' legs, and held them back while he thrust into the slender body beneath him again, and again.
Chloe could see the faint sheen of sweat on his muscled body, and only a few heartbeats later he let out a shout that could have been everything from a prayer to a curse, ending with Lex' name, before he broke down over his lover.
Silence fell over the room, making the whole atmosphere even more surreal. She didn't know what to do now. Leave? Stay?
She decided to go. When she got up, two pairs of eyes moved to her. Clark was still inside Lex, and rested his forehead against his lover's. Dark against fair. It was an amazing sight. She smiled a little shakily. "Thank you, guys," she whispered before she went upstairs to her room.
~*~
The headache that woke her next morning reminded her again why she usually avoided drinking wine that was so sweet. It wasn't as though her head would fall off - yes, she's been there, no, it wasn't pretty - but she knew that a simple coffee wouldn't help either. She cast a quick glance at the clock, and was surprised. It was almost noon. For a moment she wondered if Clark and Lex would still be sleeping when quietly murmured words and the sound of the bathroom door answered her question.
Coffee.
First of all she needed coffee now. Carefully, she sneaked passed the bathroom, and headed straight for the kitchen where she filled the coffeemaker and switched it on.
Almost on its own her thoughts wandered back to last night. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the two bodies pressed up together. They've been so beautiful together. But whould this night change their friendship? Would it change the way they saw each other? Had she unknowingly destroyed the trust Clark had in her?
Large hands on her shoulders startled her, and with a gasp she spun around.
And looked directly into the laughing eyes of her childhood friend. "Hey, Clark."
He bowed down to her, and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Morning, Chloe. Slept well?"
She nodded. "Very. I guess the wine really kind of knocked me out."
Clark laughed, reached around her, and took three cups out of a board. He filled them all up, added some milk to one, milk and sugar to another, and left the third black. Then he handed her the coffee with milk, gave her another quick kiss, and said, "We'll be down in a few. Lex gets cranky when he doesn't get his first cup of coffee delivered to the bed. I really spoiled him."
With these words he grabbed the two cups, turned around and was gone again. Chloe watched him as he bounced upstairs, humming some tuneless song.
And with a big smile she drank her coffee.
End