Clexmas Stocking Stuffer #7: Living Flame
Stocking Stuffer #7: Living Flame
Lex sat on the couch in his family room and watched the flames flicker and dance. "If I touched the fire, I'd be burnt," he murmured. It might be worth it, though, to touch something so alive, so enticing. Full of warmth, something to fill him inside. "You hold it instead."
Lying on the rug at Lex's feet, Clark stretched and looked up. "What?"
"I want to hold the fire. I can't. So you should instead, and then I'll hold you." Lex ran his fingers through Clark's hair, in the way he'd like to the fire and couldn't.
Clark turned around just enough to make sure it was a real request and not just talk, and then he drew the spark guard screen apart and reached inside the fireplace, careful not to expose his shirt to the flames. He broke off a small cinder off the edge of the log and pulled his hand out, cradling the flame gently. He offered his hand, and himself, to Lex.
"God of fire, hear my desire," Lex said reverently. Then he slipped off the couch onto the rug next to Clark. He ran his hands over Clark's arm, extending to Clark's wrist but not touching the flames directly. He ran his hands back up the arm, over Clark's chest, reaching inside to play with Clark's rapidly hardening nipples.
With a careless flick of his hand, Clark tossed the flames back inside the fire. Then he touched Lex's face gently, tracing warm ash over Lex's nose and cheeks and lips. Lex darted his tongue out to taste the ashes. Clark leaned in to replace the hot dry feeling with his warm moist lips.
Then Lex was spread out upon the rug in front of the fireplace, and his desire entered in. Better than fire, the living flame inside of him.
Lex sat on the couch in his family room and watched the flames flicker and dance. "If I touched the fire, I'd be burnt," he murmured. It might be worth it, though, to touch something so alive, so enticing. Full of warmth, something to fill him inside. "You hold it instead."
Lying on the rug at Lex's feet, Clark stretched and looked up. "What?"
"I want to hold the fire. I can't. So you should instead, and then I'll hold you." Lex ran his fingers through Clark's hair, in the way he'd like to the fire and couldn't.
Clark turned around just enough to make sure it was a real request and not just talk, and then he drew the spark guard screen apart and reached inside the fireplace, careful not to expose his shirt to the flames. He broke off a small cinder off the edge of the log and pulled his hand out, cradling the flame gently. He offered his hand, and himself, to Lex.
"God of fire, hear my desire," Lex said reverently. Then he slipped off the couch onto the rug next to Clark. He ran his hands over Clark's arm, extending to Clark's wrist but not touching the flames directly. He ran his hands back up the arm, over Clark's chest, reaching inside to play with Clark's rapidly hardening nipples.
With a careless flick of his hand, Clark tossed the flames back inside the fire. Then he touched Lex's face gently, tracing warm ash over Lex's nose and cheeks and lips. Lex darted his tongue out to taste the ashes. Clark leaned in to replace the hot dry feeling with his warm moist lips.
Then Lex was spread out upon the rug in front of the fireplace, and his desire entered in. Better than fire, the living flame inside of him.