Febff: Day Two: Secret Ingredient (threesome, NC-17)
Title: Secret Ingredient
Category: ficlet
Pairing: Barkex (please see icon)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 935 words
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Written for my own little February Fornication Fest, during which I indulge more of my pornier urges. AU, references events that we'll never see take shape. This is one of those that shaped up differently than expected but is all the better for it.
Summary: A mishap threatens to cut short a tryst between Bruce, Clark, and Lex, but they've got the secret ingredient needed to see them through.
Clark was the first to laugh. On the bottom as he was, it was his back that was poked by the jagged edge of the broken frame. He was grateful for that, at least. As tough and quick to heal as his lovers were, the force of impact would have done either of them some damage.
Bruce growled something before rolling away from them, expression dark. Lex lay silently on top of Clark for a moment, either still dazed from the collapse of the bed or uncertain yet of what tact to take with the situation. For all his logic and overanalyzing, Bruce was given quicker to certain emotions. Embarrassment being one of them, unfortunately. He disappeared into the bathroom.
"Shh," Lex finally said, leaning up to look Clark in the face. His pinched mouth showed the battle he was fighting against his own good humor. Instead of calming Clark, it made him laugh harder, a little relieved to find that he wasn't alone in his amusement. "Stop," Lex cut himself off, voice choking as he suppressed his own laugh.
Lex had barely schooled his features into a more humorless mask when Bruce returned. He'd armed himself against them and the situation with a dark blue bathrobe. He was still knotting the belt as he came back into the bedroom, features impassive. "I think neither of you will be surprised if I call this exercise over."
"Bruce," Clark protested, mirth gutted by the lack of any warmth in Bruce's voice. Lex moved off Clark and to the side, making no movement to cover himself or hide. His erection had subsided, the same as Clark's and Bruce's, but the way he stretched himself out suggested that he was more that willing to have his desire roused again.
"You can stay here," Bruce went on, crossing the room toward the door. "Or you can continue elsewhere. The usual rooms have been prepared for you."
Before the door could be open, Clark was in front of it, blocking Bruce's way and trying to seem small and non-challenging as he did it. "Bruce, we haven't used those rooms in months. And there's no reason for you to leave us alone in yours." He looked to Lex for support, only to be distracted by the fact that Lex had himself in hand and was in the process of working his erection back to its former glory.
"The rooms are prepared all the same," Bruce returned, either unaware of the scene Lex was trying to make or, more likely, ignoring it.
"It's not the first bed we've broken," Lex contributed, splaying his legs in invitation. "I sincerely hope it's not the last. Otherwise, I've spent entirely too much money making sure there are half a dozen beds with sturdy frames at the mansion."
"See?" Clark said helplessly, turning back to Bruce and putting on what he hoped was a suitably becoming combination of puppy-dog eyes and desire. Though on second thought, the combination sounded strange to his own mind and he settled for waving a hand at Lex. "It's good. We're good."
"I doubt Bruce has ever had an encounter that remotely resembled bad sex, Clark. Give him a moment," Lex commanded, holding his right hand out in invitation. "Come have more bad sex with me."
Unsure, Clark moved toward Lex, though he hadn't given up entirely on the idea of getting Bruce to stay. "It's not bad sex, Lex."
"Hm. Do you remember biting me the first time? Freaked out by blood, ashamed of the mark for an entire day before you found out how much I liked it." When Clark was near enough, Lex rolled up and pulled Clark to a kneeling position between his legs. He kissed Clark with his lips slightly parted. "Remember the green kryptonite in the vibrator, trick?"
Clark shuddered unpleasantly at the memory. "That was such a bad idea."
Lex smiled, quick and smug. "I told you so. But we had to try it to know. The first bed we broke."
"Not a pleasant memory, either," Clark chided him, feeling himself turn red at the memory. "I still can't sleep in the bed my parents bought for the new guest room."
The next kiss was a little longer, a silent apology for the bad memories. "The ice?"
That recollection brought a laugh. "That wasn't as bad as the Popsicles. Or the chocolate."
"Hm," Lex hummed agreement, mouthing his way down Clark's jaw to his neck. "Even bad sex is good. With the right people. And don't compare it to bad pizza, Clark. I remember Marco's Pizzeria."
Clark laughed helplessly and let Lex twist them around so he was once more on his back. "No such thing as bad pie?"
"Please. The burned peach of Thanksgiving two thousand-eight."
"No such thing as bad Martha Kent pie."
Lex straddled Clark again and sat down, aligning their full cocks. "Love makes everything bearable."
"Yeah," Clark agreed, attention already diverted. He rocked his hips upward. He tried to pick up a rhythm, but Lex wasn't having it, at first smirking in resistance and then distracted.
It took Clark a moment to realize that while he had focused on Lex, Bruce had stayed, unimpeded. More than that, he'd rejoined them, the bathrobe hanging open and off his shoulders as he knelt above Clark's head. Lex reached out and pulled him closer with a hand to the back of his head, a movement Bruce allowed.
There was still an impassivity to his face, but the hand he brushed over Clark's cheek was gentle enough to speak the volumes Bruce wouldn't.
Category: ficlet
Pairing: Barkex (please see icon)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 935 words
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Written for my own little February Fornication Fest, during which I indulge more of my pornier urges. AU, references events that we'll never see take shape. This is one of those that shaped up differently than expected but is all the better for it.
Summary: A mishap threatens to cut short a tryst between Bruce, Clark, and Lex, but they've got the secret ingredient needed to see them through.
Clark was the first to laugh. On the bottom as he was, it was his back that was poked by the jagged edge of the broken frame. He was grateful for that, at least. As tough and quick to heal as his lovers were, the force of impact would have done either of them some damage.
Bruce growled something before rolling away from them, expression dark. Lex lay silently on top of Clark for a moment, either still dazed from the collapse of the bed or uncertain yet of what tact to take with the situation. For all his logic and overanalyzing, Bruce was given quicker to certain emotions. Embarrassment being one of them, unfortunately. He disappeared into the bathroom.
"Shh," Lex finally said, leaning up to look Clark in the face. His pinched mouth showed the battle he was fighting against his own good humor. Instead of calming Clark, it made him laugh harder, a little relieved to find that he wasn't alone in his amusement. "Stop," Lex cut himself off, voice choking as he suppressed his own laugh.
Lex had barely schooled his features into a more humorless mask when Bruce returned. He'd armed himself against them and the situation with a dark blue bathrobe. He was still knotting the belt as he came back into the bedroom, features impassive. "I think neither of you will be surprised if I call this exercise over."
"Bruce," Clark protested, mirth gutted by the lack of any warmth in Bruce's voice. Lex moved off Clark and to the side, making no movement to cover himself or hide. His erection had subsided, the same as Clark's and Bruce's, but the way he stretched himself out suggested that he was more that willing to have his desire roused again.
"You can stay here," Bruce went on, crossing the room toward the door. "Or you can continue elsewhere. The usual rooms have been prepared for you."
Before the door could be open, Clark was in front of it, blocking Bruce's way and trying to seem small and non-challenging as he did it. "Bruce, we haven't used those rooms in months. And there's no reason for you to leave us alone in yours." He looked to Lex for support, only to be distracted by the fact that Lex had himself in hand and was in the process of working his erection back to its former glory.
"The rooms are prepared all the same," Bruce returned, either unaware of the scene Lex was trying to make or, more likely, ignoring it.
"It's not the first bed we've broken," Lex contributed, splaying his legs in invitation. "I sincerely hope it's not the last. Otherwise, I've spent entirely too much money making sure there are half a dozen beds with sturdy frames at the mansion."
"See?" Clark said helplessly, turning back to Bruce and putting on what he hoped was a suitably becoming combination of puppy-dog eyes and desire. Though on second thought, the combination sounded strange to his own mind and he settled for waving a hand at Lex. "It's good. We're good."
"I doubt Bruce has ever had an encounter that remotely resembled bad sex, Clark. Give him a moment," Lex commanded, holding his right hand out in invitation. "Come have more bad sex with me."
Unsure, Clark moved toward Lex, though he hadn't given up entirely on the idea of getting Bruce to stay. "It's not bad sex, Lex."
"Hm. Do you remember biting me the first time? Freaked out by blood, ashamed of the mark for an entire day before you found out how much I liked it." When Clark was near enough, Lex rolled up and pulled Clark to a kneeling position between his legs. He kissed Clark with his lips slightly parted. "Remember the green kryptonite in the vibrator, trick?"
Clark shuddered unpleasantly at the memory. "That was such a bad idea."
Lex smiled, quick and smug. "I told you so. But we had to try it to know. The first bed we broke."
"Not a pleasant memory, either," Clark chided him, feeling himself turn red at the memory. "I still can't sleep in the bed my parents bought for the new guest room."
The next kiss was a little longer, a silent apology for the bad memories. "The ice?"
That recollection brought a laugh. "That wasn't as bad as the Popsicles. Or the chocolate."
"Hm," Lex hummed agreement, mouthing his way down Clark's jaw to his neck. "Even bad sex is good. With the right people. And don't compare it to bad pizza, Clark. I remember Marco's Pizzeria."
Clark laughed helplessly and let Lex twist them around so he was once more on his back. "No such thing as bad pie?"
"Please. The burned peach of Thanksgiving two thousand-eight."
"No such thing as bad Martha Kent pie."
Lex straddled Clark again and sat down, aligning their full cocks. "Love makes everything bearable."
"Yeah," Clark agreed, attention already diverted. He rocked his hips upward. He tried to pick up a rhythm, but Lex wasn't having it, at first smirking in resistance and then distracted.
It took Clark a moment to realize that while he had focused on Lex, Bruce had stayed, unimpeded. More than that, he'd rejoined them, the bathrobe hanging open and off his shoulders as he knelt above Clark's head. Lex reached out and pulled him closer with a hand to the back of his head, a movement Bruce allowed.
There was still an impassivity to his face, but the hand he brushed over Clark's cheek was gentle enough to speak the volumes Bruce wouldn't.