Febff: Day Four (kind of): Advantage (Lex/Oliver, R, dub-con)
Title: Advantage
Category: fic
Pairing: Lex/Oliver
Rating: R
Word Count: 217 words
Spoilers: None beyond Oliver hating Lex and vice versa.
Warnings: Angry sex, dub-con, nearly-underage sex.
Notes: Written for my own little February Fornication Fest, during which I indulge more of my pornier urges. Dedicated to fans of angry sex and those who like blonds. On their knees. Was going to be longer but developed a bad case of plot and character development and is now in quarantine.
Summary: Lex finally has the advantage over Oliver Queen.
It's a strange feeling of power. Lex is nearly more drunk on it than he is the alcohol. Nearly. It's ilicit and thrilling, to have the older boy at his command. "On your knees," he orders, already reaching for the placket of his pants.
Instead of obeying, Oliver glares balefully down at Lex's groin. "You have to be kidding me."
"No." Lex gets his fly open and pushes his pants down enough to reveal the outline of his cock. He starts to feel a little embarrassed, but the drugs have burned most of his shame away and anger helps keep the rest at bay. "Knees, Queen. Suck it," he says when Oliver is down on the dirty alley pavement, barely managing above a hoarse whisper.
Oliver rolls his eyes but obeys. Lex has, secretly, always thought Oliver beautiful, but it's nothing compared to the sight of him on his knees for Lex, mouth stretched around Lex's cock, eyes spiteful. The blond's face is flushed red in anger and what Lex believes, hopes, is arousal.
Oliver tilts his head down so the fall of his hair partly obscures his face. Lex tips his own head back and looks at the grotty wall across the alley and wishes he could feel this in control every time Oliver was near.
Category: fic
Pairing: Lex/Oliver
Rating: R
Word Count: 217 words
Spoilers: None beyond Oliver hating Lex and vice versa.
Warnings: Angry sex, dub-con, nearly-underage sex.
Notes: Written for my own little February Fornication Fest, during which I indulge more of my pornier urges. Dedicated to fans of angry sex and those who like blonds. On their knees. Was going to be longer but developed a bad case of plot and character development and is now in quarantine.
Summary: Lex finally has the advantage over Oliver Queen.
It's a strange feeling of power. Lex is nearly more drunk on it than he is the alcohol. Nearly. It's ilicit and thrilling, to have the older boy at his command. "On your knees," he orders, already reaching for the placket of his pants.
Instead of obeying, Oliver glares balefully down at Lex's groin. "You have to be kidding me."
"No." Lex gets his fly open and pushes his pants down enough to reveal the outline of his cock. He starts to feel a little embarrassed, but the drugs have burned most of his shame away and anger helps keep the rest at bay. "Knees, Queen. Suck it," he says when Oliver is down on the dirty alley pavement, barely managing above a hoarse whisper.
Oliver rolls his eyes but obeys. Lex has, secretly, always thought Oliver beautiful, but it's nothing compared to the sight of him on his knees for Lex, mouth stretched around Lex's cock, eyes spiteful. The blond's face is flushed red in anger and what Lex believes, hopes, is arousal.
Oliver tilts his head down so the fall of his hair partly obscures his face. Lex tips his own head back and looks at the grotty wall across the alley and wishes he could feel this in control every time Oliver was near.