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Day Four: After You Touched Me (Smallville, Clex)
Title:After You Touched Me
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Category: ficlet
Rating: R/NSFW
Word Count: 313 words
Spoilers: None
Notes: Vaguely... unhappy.
Summary: Substitutes no longer work, and Lex has long since given up on repression.
"Good night," Lex says, closing the door on the evening's date. He'd feel bad, not seeing her home directly, but given how the last hour has gone, she's probably happier to see the last of him. His parting gift of gold bracelet and matching earrings hadn't gone amiss, and his driver would escort her personally to her destination.
No, he felt no guilt in that regard.
He sighed as he turned away from the door. She had left satisfied, but he was far from it. Now that her perfume wasn't threatening to choke him, he could feel his body's interest renewing. He should have known she wouldn't be a suitable replacement.
Lex waited until he was in his bedroom to slide out of his unbuttoned shirt. Everything else followed as he entered the bathroom. The shower was hot almost instantly and he stepped under the spray. Only then did he allow himself to close his eyes and envision the date he would have preferred to bring home.
With his face turned into the spray and his hand on his cock, he let the scenario play out behind his eyelids.
He would have put Clark in a black suit and tie, but with a red shirt. He was always so fond of the primary colors and it suited Clark. The man had never needed to wear red to turn people's thoughts to sex, especially not Lex's.
The right pants would have accentuated the length of his legs, the lean torso, that delightful ass. And his hair. Lex would have had it styled only so he could ruck it again with his own hands.
He clenched his teeth as he came, but the release was physical only.
In his dreams, he and Clark would never have made it to the party to begin with, but in reality... well. Lex preferred the dream, at any rate.
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Category: ficlet
Rating: R/NSFW
Word Count: 313 words
Spoilers: None
Notes: Vaguely... unhappy.
Summary: Substitutes no longer work, and Lex has long since given up on repression.
"Good night," Lex says, closing the door on the evening's date. He'd feel bad, not seeing her home directly, but given how the last hour has gone, she's probably happier to see the last of him. His parting gift of gold bracelet and matching earrings hadn't gone amiss, and his driver would escort her personally to her destination.
No, he felt no guilt in that regard.
He sighed as he turned away from the door. She had left satisfied, but he was far from it. Now that her perfume wasn't threatening to choke him, he could feel his body's interest renewing. He should have known she wouldn't be a suitable replacement.
Lex waited until he was in his bedroom to slide out of his unbuttoned shirt. Everything else followed as he entered the bathroom. The shower was hot almost instantly and he stepped under the spray. Only then did he allow himself to close his eyes and envision the date he would have preferred to bring home.
With his face turned into the spray and his hand on his cock, he let the scenario play out behind his eyelids.
He would have put Clark in a black suit and tie, but with a red shirt. He was always so fond of the primary colors and it suited Clark. The man had never needed to wear red to turn people's thoughts to sex, especially not Lex's.
The right pants would have accentuated the length of his legs, the lean torso, that delightful ass. And his hair. Lex would have had it styled only so he could ruck it again with his own hands.
He clenched his teeth as he came, but the release was physical only.
In his dreams, he and Clark would never have made it to the party to begin with, but in reality... well. Lex preferred the dream, at any rate.