Fic: Marsh Monster (10/13)
Title: Marsh Monster (10/13)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Lex, Jonathan/Martha (Jonathan does not appear in this chapter), Anna Hollander
Continuity: Smallville
Genres: Drama, Holiday, Horror, Mystery, Suspense
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Something wicked lives in McCready’s Marsh.
Summary: Clark and Lex enjoy a sexy evening together. :)
Date Of Completion: January 29, 2018
Date Of Posting: November 17, 2018
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 966
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
All chapters can be found here.
X
A GOLDEN EVENING ;)
Youthful fire,
Lighting ire,
Or maybe just
A little loving.
R. Regis Mendelbright
"Poems To Read By The Fire"
1959 C.E.
“Who suggested Frankenstein?” Clark asked as he helped his mother to put away the groceries from her trip into town.
“Corinne Wilson did. Turns out she’s a big horror movie fan.”
“That nice little old lady?”
“Sure, nice little old ladies can have dark sides.” Martha laughed at her son’s chagrined expression. He shook his head as he put the jar of Jiffy peanut butter on the top shelf.
“So what are you dressing up as this year?” Martha asked.
“Me? I’m not going trick-or-treating.”
“Oh, get in the spirit, honey.”
“Ha, ha, good one.”
She smirked as she put a carton of eggs into the refrigerator. “Hand me that jar of pickles, will you, please?”
Clark handed her the jar and folded the empty grocery bag. He started unloading the second bag. “The town’s all fired up for Halloween.”
“It usually is.”
“Weren’t you the one who said, ‘It’s Halloween every day in Smallville’?”
Martha smiled. “I may have.”
“Dad was a little put out when you first said it.”
Martha put away a box of cereal. “Well, your dad’s a country mouse and I’m a city mouse.”
Clark smiled. “Kind of like Lex and me.”
Martha considered that. “Guess you’re right, though I think Lex is getting more countrified.”
Clark paused as he picked up a box of dishwashing soap. “You may be right. Lex seems to be picking up some of our customs.”
“Yes, those customs are pretty exotic,” said Martha dryly.
Clark smirked at her. He put away the soap and said, “Well, Halloween’s almost here. Just another day in Smallville.”
“And you need a costume.”
“Aww, Mom, costumes are for kids.”
“You know better than that, Clark. “ Martha set a fat beefsteak tomato on the cutting board. “Finish putting away the groceries, will you, dear? I’ll start lunch.”
Clark did as requested, wondering if he would have time later to make a quick dash to McCready’s for some more searching. The phone rang and he answered it.
“Oh, hi, Lex. Sure, after my chores I can come over. Nothing’s going on tonight.” He glanced at Martha, who nodded her head. “Great, see you then.” He hung up.
“I’m going out to start my chores, Mom.”
“Okay, dear.” Martha smiled knowingly as she chopped up vegetables for a salad.
Clark made quick work of his chores. There was lunch to enjoy and a visit with Lex. He had a golden evening ahead of him.
& & & & & &
After lunch Clark visited Pete Ross and worked on a school project they had been assigned. They made good progress and Clark departed for Castle Luthor next.
Mrs. Hollander had prepared a hearty supper of beef stew and warm, crusty bread with apple cider. Clark always loved Mrs. Hollander’s cooking. It rivaled his mother’s. They ate in the kitchen, and she joined them as they chatted about Halloween plans.
“I can’t believe that it’s almost upon us,” she said. She sipped her cider. “Thanksgiving and Christmas will be here before you know it.”
“True, but let’s not rush things,” said Lex.
“Oh, I don’t know. I like the idea of the holidays on the way,” said Clark cheerfully.
“You would,” Lex grumbled as Clark and Mrs. Hollander smiled.
They helped the housekeeper clean up and then she was gone for the evening. Clark and Lex went to the den where the wide-screen TV was mounted. They settled on the couch, and Lex asked, “Any preferences for a movie?”
“Something R-rated.”
Clark leaned over and kissed Lex passionately. Lex returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their hands groped at each other, Lex pushing Clark down onto the couch.
“I think we can do R-rated,” Lex smirked. “Maybe even a little X.”
“They…” kiss “…use NC-17...” kiss “…these days.”
Lex silenced Clark with another kiss. The sunlight streaming into the den began to fade as the sun went down.
Two virile young men weren’t long to hit the high notes as they laughed and gasped and moaned. It was all very R-rated as Lex had promised as he thrust his tongue down Clark’s throat and Clark unzipped his partner’s pants and touched his cock.
“Ooh, yeah, that feels good,” Lex grunted, straightening up.
Clark stroked harder and Lex unbuttoned his shirt, tweaking the younger man’s nipples. Clark arched his back and lightly squeezed Lex’s balls. Lex moaned and jerked forward, spattering his seed all over Clark’s chest.
“Ooh, Lex!”
Clark thrust up as he freed his cock. Lex took him in hand and skillfully brought his lover to climax. Clark saw the gleam in Lex’s eyes as he watched Clark in the throes of ecstasy.
Maybe it was a little X-rated, too.
& & & & & &
After cleaning up, Lex and Clark relaxed on the couch. Lex smiled and said, “Now that’s what I call an after-dinner treat!”
Clark laughed. “I agree.” He rested his hand on Lex’s thigh. “Thanks for inviting me over.”
“I’m a generous host.”
Clark was acutely aware of the silence in the castle. After Mrs. Hollander’s departure, there was no staff left for the night.
Must be awfully lonely here.
He wished that he could spend some nights here, but as liberal as his parents were about their son in love with another man, they would draw the line at Clark sleeping in Lex’s bed.
This place is a little spooky.
Spookiness made him think of the disappearances in the marsh. He decided to say nothing. Nothing to kill the mood faster than weirdness, though Lex did love a mystery.
& & & & & &
That night Clark slept soundly, not even disturbed by a distant howl while at Castle Luthor, Lex shifted restlessly in his own bed.
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Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Lex, Jonathan/Martha (Jonathan does not appear in this chapter), Anna Hollander
Continuity: Smallville
Genres: Drama, Holiday, Horror, Mystery, Suspense
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Something wicked lives in McCready’s Marsh.
Summary: Clark and Lex enjoy a sexy evening together. :)
Date Of Completion: January 29, 2018
Date Of Posting: November 17, 2018
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 966
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
All chapters can be found here.
X
A GOLDEN EVENING ;)
Youthful fire,
Lighting ire,
Or maybe just
A little loving.
R. Regis Mendelbright
"Poems To Read By The Fire"
1959 C.E.
“Who suggested Frankenstein?” Clark asked as he helped his mother to put away the groceries from her trip into town.
“Corinne Wilson did. Turns out she’s a big horror movie fan.”
“That nice little old lady?”
“Sure, nice little old ladies can have dark sides.” Martha laughed at her son’s chagrined expression. He shook his head as he put the jar of Jiffy peanut butter on the top shelf.
“So what are you dressing up as this year?” Martha asked.
“Me? I’m not going trick-or-treating.”
“Oh, get in the spirit, honey.”
“Ha, ha, good one.”
She smirked as she put a carton of eggs into the refrigerator. “Hand me that jar of pickles, will you, please?”
Clark handed her the jar and folded the empty grocery bag. He started unloading the second bag. “The town’s all fired up for Halloween.”
“It usually is.”
“Weren’t you the one who said, ‘It’s Halloween every day in Smallville’?”
Martha smiled. “I may have.”
“Dad was a little put out when you first said it.”
Martha put away a box of cereal. “Well, your dad’s a country mouse and I’m a city mouse.”
Clark smiled. “Kind of like Lex and me.”
Martha considered that. “Guess you’re right, though I think Lex is getting more countrified.”
Clark paused as he picked up a box of dishwashing soap. “You may be right. Lex seems to be picking up some of our customs.”
“Yes, those customs are pretty exotic,” said Martha dryly.
Clark smirked at her. He put away the soap and said, “Well, Halloween’s almost here. Just another day in Smallville.”
“And you need a costume.”
“Aww, Mom, costumes are for kids.”
“You know better than that, Clark. “ Martha set a fat beefsteak tomato on the cutting board. “Finish putting away the groceries, will you, dear? I’ll start lunch.”
Clark did as requested, wondering if he would have time later to make a quick dash to McCready’s for some more searching. The phone rang and he answered it.
“Oh, hi, Lex. Sure, after my chores I can come over. Nothing’s going on tonight.” He glanced at Martha, who nodded her head. “Great, see you then.” He hung up.
“I’m going out to start my chores, Mom.”
“Okay, dear.” Martha smiled knowingly as she chopped up vegetables for a salad.
Clark made quick work of his chores. There was lunch to enjoy and a visit with Lex. He had a golden evening ahead of him.
& & & & & &
After lunch Clark visited Pete Ross and worked on a school project they had been assigned. They made good progress and Clark departed for Castle Luthor next.
Mrs. Hollander had prepared a hearty supper of beef stew and warm, crusty bread with apple cider. Clark always loved Mrs. Hollander’s cooking. It rivaled his mother’s. They ate in the kitchen, and she joined them as they chatted about Halloween plans.
“I can’t believe that it’s almost upon us,” she said. She sipped her cider. “Thanksgiving and Christmas will be here before you know it.”
“True, but let’s not rush things,” said Lex.
“Oh, I don’t know. I like the idea of the holidays on the way,” said Clark cheerfully.
“You would,” Lex grumbled as Clark and Mrs. Hollander smiled.
They helped the housekeeper clean up and then she was gone for the evening. Clark and Lex went to the den where the wide-screen TV was mounted. They settled on the couch, and Lex asked, “Any preferences for a movie?”
“Something R-rated.”
Clark leaned over and kissed Lex passionately. Lex returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their hands groped at each other, Lex pushing Clark down onto the couch.
“I think we can do R-rated,” Lex smirked. “Maybe even a little X.”
“They…” kiss “…use NC-17...” kiss “…these days.”
Lex silenced Clark with another kiss. The sunlight streaming into the den began to fade as the sun went down.
Two virile young men weren’t long to hit the high notes as they laughed and gasped and moaned. It was all very R-rated as Lex had promised as he thrust his tongue down Clark’s throat and Clark unzipped his partner’s pants and touched his cock.
“Ooh, yeah, that feels good,” Lex grunted, straightening up.
Clark stroked harder and Lex unbuttoned his shirt, tweaking the younger man’s nipples. Clark arched his back and lightly squeezed Lex’s balls. Lex moaned and jerked forward, spattering his seed all over Clark’s chest.
“Ooh, Lex!”
Clark thrust up as he freed his cock. Lex took him in hand and skillfully brought his lover to climax. Clark saw the gleam in Lex’s eyes as he watched Clark in the throes of ecstasy.
Maybe it was a little X-rated, too.
& & & & & &
After cleaning up, Lex and Clark relaxed on the couch. Lex smiled and said, “Now that’s what I call an after-dinner treat!”
Clark laughed. “I agree.” He rested his hand on Lex’s thigh. “Thanks for inviting me over.”
“I’m a generous host.”
Clark was acutely aware of the silence in the castle. After Mrs. Hollander’s departure, there was no staff left for the night.
Must be awfully lonely here.
He wished that he could spend some nights here, but as liberal as his parents were about their son in love with another man, they would draw the line at Clark sleeping in Lex’s bed.
This place is a little spooky.
Spookiness made him think of the disappearances in the marsh. He decided to say nothing. Nothing to kill the mood faster than weirdness, though Lex did love a mystery.
& & & & & &
That night Clark slept soundly, not even disturbed by a distant howl while at Castle Luthor, Lex shifted restlessly in his own bed.
art
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