True Love Fest Day Two
The following shall run for the upcoming week: A Clex True Love Drabble Fest… 2011~
Here's how it goes!
1. Each day will feature one word or phrase to prompt fic.
2. Comment with your drabbles or ficlets using that word or phrase as your inspiration for the Clex.
3. All comments will be screened until February 15th.4. You can comment as many ( Read more... )
Here's how it goes!
1. Each day will feature one word or phrase to prompt fic.
2. Comment with your drabbles or ficlets using that word or phrase as your inspiration for the Clex.
3. All comments will be screened until February 15th.4. You can comment as many ( Read more... )
Lex had spoken with all the seriousness of a man deprived. Clark had bet, however, that he could find a means of tempting his ascetic friend.
They had met at the beginning of the semester; Clark a second year pro writing and poly sci double major, Lex a doctoral student by way of Princeton. Clark knew this because although Lex mostly wore black, he occasionally donned a Princeton hoodie when he ran.
They called Lex “The Monk,” in part for the black, in part for the bald head. He TA’d a perfectly insufferable killer course that weeded most freshmen, but Clark read faster than was humanly possible and was able to keep up with not only the material assigned but do extra research.
That had caught Mr. Lex Luthor's attention. While other students were dozing off or sulking behind their laptops, Clark sat straight up, alert, answering questions and asking his own. Clark could see Lex being tempted in those first few weeks, lured by an eager mind waiting to be filled.
Having spent the bulk of his teen years pining ineffectually, Clark knew how to be patient, so he waited for moments to spend more time with Mr. Luthor, until Mr. Luthor began to approach Clark after class with sources he might be interested in. It eventually ended up at lunch, where the vow against sweetness had occurred, and Mr. Luthor had become simply Lex.
And yet now, at the end of the semester when papers were in and exams completed, and it was all over but the grading, the two of them sat across a small table from one another in an awkward silence that expanded to fill the room. Clark’s lips parted, ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. But that wasn’t what attracted Lex’s gaze.
It was the ice cream that Clark had somehow... spilled... all over himself.
“Ah...”
Lex’s mouth opened slowly as Clark pulled his shirt over his head. Clark moved his fingers over the trails of chocolate ice cream dribbling down his shirtless chest.
“It’s too bad you don’t like sweet things...”
Lex licked his lips.
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And there's ice cream! And Clark teasing so obviously. Hee. Boys.
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