Passion Play (Smallville, Clark/Lex Rated R)
Title: Passion Play
Author: HYPERFocused
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
Theme: Passion
Wordcount: 500 (250 each for Clark and Lex)
“For me, it’s a certain bridge,” Lex said, then tilted his head in and kissed Clark. It was completely unexpected, except for the part where Clark had been hoping it would happen just like that.
Lex’s lips were soft, though the press of them against Clark’s own mouth held a fierce sort of strength. The change from nearly chaste closed-mouth pecks to teeth and tongue was swift and Clark was hard before Lex pulled away gasping. It was hard to remember that other people needed to breathe.
He tore Lex’s dress shirt before he could stop himself, buttons flying everywhere. Lex didn’t seem to mind, saying “Yes, Clark. Anything.” when Clark sucked a red mark onto the hollow of his throat. God, Clark loved that. Loved that Lex would take anything he had to give. Wanted everything from him, and said so.
Loved it most of all that Lex didn’t treat him like the scared kid he kind of was, and just went after what he wanted, grabbing Clark’s hand and placing it on his erection. It was hot and felt amazing, even through the wool of Lex’s pants. Clark’s hand trembled a little as he tried to take more care undoing them than he’d managed with Lex’s shirt.
“Wait, Clark. Let me --” Lex said, working Clark’s flannel shirt off of his shoulders and undoing his jeans. Then he pushed Clark back onto the ratty couch and straddled him. Clark thought it was the hottest thing he’d ever felt.
Lex had made lovers of beauty queens and underwear models, moguls and heiresses. The cream of the crop from all over the world. But at this moment, with Clark kissing him desperately, and thrusting up against him, Lex couldn’t remember a single one of them.
Clark was breathtaking, cheeks flushed red, hands unsure where to go next, until Lex made it clear by his impassioned reactions that they could go anywhere. Clark could do anything he wanted to Lex and have anything in return. Lex doubted he’d ever been given that sort of freedom. He held back so much in his daily life -- he couldn’t even tell Lex how much, but Lex knew, and someday he would prove himself worthy of Clark’s full trust. For now he could just give him this, the gift of his own trust and acceptance.
Clark was as eager as he was awkward, a combination that enraptured Lex.
The way he touched Lex was beautiful, explorations of lips and hands, bodies enmeshed, thrusting up against Lex with more abandon than skill.
It would be a true delight to open Clark up, in every sense of the word. The whole world was new to him. No one had used or abused him. His limited experiences hadn’t jaded him. He was young in a way Lex hadn’t seen in years, but not at all a child. Lex wondered what he had been through to make him such a conundrum. He couldn’t wait to find out.
Author: HYPERFocused
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
Theme: Passion
Wordcount: 500 (250 each for Clark and Lex)
“For me, it’s a certain bridge,” Lex said, then tilted his head in and kissed Clark. It was completely unexpected, except for the part where Clark had been hoping it would happen just like that.
Lex’s lips were soft, though the press of them against Clark’s own mouth held a fierce sort of strength. The change from nearly chaste closed-mouth pecks to teeth and tongue was swift and Clark was hard before Lex pulled away gasping. It was hard to remember that other people needed to breathe.
He tore Lex’s dress shirt before he could stop himself, buttons flying everywhere. Lex didn’t seem to mind, saying “Yes, Clark. Anything.” when Clark sucked a red mark onto the hollow of his throat. God, Clark loved that. Loved that Lex would take anything he had to give. Wanted everything from him, and said so.
Loved it most of all that Lex didn’t treat him like the scared kid he kind of was, and just went after what he wanted, grabbing Clark’s hand and placing it on his erection. It was hot and felt amazing, even through the wool of Lex’s pants. Clark’s hand trembled a little as he tried to take more care undoing them than he’d managed with Lex’s shirt.
“Wait, Clark. Let me --” Lex said, working Clark’s flannel shirt off of his shoulders and undoing his jeans. Then he pushed Clark back onto the ratty couch and straddled him. Clark thought it was the hottest thing he’d ever felt.
Lex had made lovers of beauty queens and underwear models, moguls and heiresses. The cream of the crop from all over the world. But at this moment, with Clark kissing him desperately, and thrusting up against him, Lex couldn’t remember a single one of them.
Clark was breathtaking, cheeks flushed red, hands unsure where to go next, until Lex made it clear by his impassioned reactions that they could go anywhere. Clark could do anything he wanted to Lex and have anything in return. Lex doubted he’d ever been given that sort of freedom. He held back so much in his daily life -- he couldn’t even tell Lex how much, but Lex knew, and someday he would prove himself worthy of Clark’s full trust. For now he could just give him this, the gift of his own trust and acceptance.
Clark was as eager as he was awkward, a combination that enraptured Lex.
The way he touched Lex was beautiful, explorations of lips and hands, bodies enmeshed, thrusting up against Lex with more abandon than skill.
It would be a true delight to open Clark up, in every sense of the word. The whole world was new to him. No one had used or abused him. His limited experiences hadn’t jaded him. He was young in a way Lex hadn’t seen in years, but not at all a child. Lex wondered what he had been through to make him such a conundrum. He couldn’t wait to find out.