Febff: Day Five (kind of): Slow and Sleepy (Clex, R)
Title: Slow and Sleepy
Category: ficlet
Pairing: Clex
Rating: R
Word Count: 923 words
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Written for my own little FebFF; follow the tag for more. The post date is a lie, but this was meant for the fifth, so it counts close enough. Half this story was written while watching (honestly) Batman porn. tallihensia can vouch for this. Actually, tallihensia can be blamed for this and will provide details if required.
Summary: Slow and sleepy starts the day.
Lex wakes before the sun but finds himself inspired to stay abed. His sleeping companion is temptation incarnate, drawing Lex's attention even without light to shine on his beauty. What attracts Lex's attention is nothing more than the even rhythm of inhale and exhale, and the heat that radiates from Clark's body even from half a foot away.
There's not much distance between them, but Lex closes the gap anyway, carefully aligning himself along Clark's side. A sleepy mumble reminds him that no movement is subtle enough to escape supersenses, but Clark settles again quickly, arm twitching enough that Lex's one-sided cuddle becomes more like a true embrace.
He puts his head down on Clark's chest, under where the human heart would hide. There's no thundering heartbeat in that location, but his head and shoulders lift and lower with every breath. He smiles and presses half a kiss to smooth skin.
Time passes that way for a while, with Lex reveling in Clark's presence. Even sleeping, there's a quiet energy to him, a hum that gets more audible as the sun rises and brings brightness into the room. Lex doesn't idle well indefinitely and when he starts to get restless and it's apparent that he won't be getting back to sleep no matter how comfortable he is, he pushes up onto his elbow.
Clark's face is relaxed in slumber and Lex smiles at the hint of drool at one corner of his mouth. He wipes the moisture away with his thumb, which he wipes off on the sheet at Clark's waist, then brings his hand back up to brush lightly over Clark's eyebrows, the smooth plane of his forehead, down the bridge of his nose. He's just dragging his finger over the tip of nose when it wrinkles up and the slackness of sleep gives way to waking.
Without a word, Lex brings his hand to Clark's mouth and traces over the bottom lip with his thumb. Clark smiles, corners of his mouth quirking up as one eye blinks open. It closes a second later. Clark turns into Lex and tightens the arm about him, hugging him close in sleepy contentment. He seems to settle once again, as if about to go back to sleep, except the hardness against Lex's stomach gives away how awake parts of Clark are.
Lex places a kiss to the sternum he's now nuzzling due to proximity and he trails his left hand over Clark's side and down the center of his back, nails tracing lightly along his spine into the dip at the small of his back and then into the valley of his buttocks.
Clark sighs and lifts his leg over Lex's, giving better access. Lex feels a kiss brushed over his temple, but it's an awkward angle wrapped up as they are. He starts to wriggle his way up and Clark helps by putting a hand under Lex's ass and pulling him up and closer, ending the move in a kiss that's short on grace and tenderness and has an excess of morning breath. Lex kisses back anyway and it smoothes out into something that's comfortable.
His original goal is now out of reach, so Lex brings his hand back between them and takes it down again, this time taking a pit stop to pet over Clark's treasure trail, the jut of his hip, down to his hard thighs and then back up until his fingers curl naturally around the length of Clark's erection.
"Lex," Clark says, groaning as he tries to pull Lex even tighter to him without inhibiting the motion of the hand. There was more words, but it's a sleep, aroused mumble that equates to little more than the actions Lex does anyway: he tightens his hand and welcomes Clark's tongue in his mouth in imitation of the fucking they're not doing.
He'd meant it to be languid, slow, drawn-out, but it really doesn't take very much to bring Clark off in the mornings. Then there's come on his hands and stomach, warm and slick.
There's no slack in Clark's grip. Lex pets a coated hand from the base to the tip of Clark's softening cock before releasing it and moving it down to his own, only to be beat there by Clark's hand. Clark darts in for a quick kiss, then rests his forehead against Lex's as he leans back enough to look down between them. Lex closes his own eyes and lets Clark choose the rhythm.
It's slow, like Lex had meant for him, but he doesn't last much longer than Clark. After, Clark rolls them over so that Lex is flat on his back with Clark covering him pretty completely, squashing him into the mattress.
Clark kisses Lex's shoulder and then his collar bone, before nipping at the skin and sucking it hard enough that Lex knows it will mark. Then Clark just stills, settling like he's ready to go back to sleep.
"Clean up?" Lex asks, not thrilled with the idea of either of them having to move. Clark fake snores against Lex's neck, the vibration tingling the mark Clark has sucked into his skin. Lex draws a hand through his hair and holds him closer, eyes too heavy to fight against sleep now that he's once more pleasantly rung out.
He falls back asleep with Clark heavy over him, confident the mess will be cleaned up and he won't wake up to find himself stuck to Clark by semen. Though there are worse ways to wake up.
Category: ficlet
Pairing: Clex
Rating: R
Word Count: 923 words
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Written for my own little FebFF; follow the tag for more. The post date is a lie, but this was meant for the fifth, so it counts close enough. Half this story was written while watching (honestly) Batman porn. tallihensia can vouch for this. Actually, tallihensia can be blamed for this and will provide details if required.
Summary: Slow and sleepy starts the day.
Lex wakes before the sun but finds himself inspired to stay abed. His sleeping companion is temptation incarnate, drawing Lex's attention even without light to shine on his beauty. What attracts Lex's attention is nothing more than the even rhythm of inhale and exhale, and the heat that radiates from Clark's body even from half a foot away.
There's not much distance between them, but Lex closes the gap anyway, carefully aligning himself along Clark's side. A sleepy mumble reminds him that no movement is subtle enough to escape supersenses, but Clark settles again quickly, arm twitching enough that Lex's one-sided cuddle becomes more like a true embrace.
He puts his head down on Clark's chest, under where the human heart would hide. There's no thundering heartbeat in that location, but his head and shoulders lift and lower with every breath. He smiles and presses half a kiss to smooth skin.
Time passes that way for a while, with Lex reveling in Clark's presence. Even sleeping, there's a quiet energy to him, a hum that gets more audible as the sun rises and brings brightness into the room. Lex doesn't idle well indefinitely and when he starts to get restless and it's apparent that he won't be getting back to sleep no matter how comfortable he is, he pushes up onto his elbow.
Clark's face is relaxed in slumber and Lex smiles at the hint of drool at one corner of his mouth. He wipes the moisture away with his thumb, which he wipes off on the sheet at Clark's waist, then brings his hand back up to brush lightly over Clark's eyebrows, the smooth plane of his forehead, down the bridge of his nose. He's just dragging his finger over the tip of nose when it wrinkles up and the slackness of sleep gives way to waking.
Without a word, Lex brings his hand to Clark's mouth and traces over the bottom lip with his thumb. Clark smiles, corners of his mouth quirking up as one eye blinks open. It closes a second later. Clark turns into Lex and tightens the arm about him, hugging him close in sleepy contentment. He seems to settle once again, as if about to go back to sleep, except the hardness against Lex's stomach gives away how awake parts of Clark are.
Lex places a kiss to the sternum he's now nuzzling due to proximity and he trails his left hand over Clark's side and down the center of his back, nails tracing lightly along his spine into the dip at the small of his back and then into the valley of his buttocks.
Clark sighs and lifts his leg over Lex's, giving better access. Lex feels a kiss brushed over his temple, but it's an awkward angle wrapped up as they are. He starts to wriggle his way up and Clark helps by putting a hand under Lex's ass and pulling him up and closer, ending the move in a kiss that's short on grace and tenderness and has an excess of morning breath. Lex kisses back anyway and it smoothes out into something that's comfortable.
His original goal is now out of reach, so Lex brings his hand back between them and takes it down again, this time taking a pit stop to pet over Clark's treasure trail, the jut of his hip, down to his hard thighs and then back up until his fingers curl naturally around the length of Clark's erection.
"Lex," Clark says, groaning as he tries to pull Lex even tighter to him without inhibiting the motion of the hand. There was more words, but it's a sleep, aroused mumble that equates to little more than the actions Lex does anyway: he tightens his hand and welcomes Clark's tongue in his mouth in imitation of the fucking they're not doing.
He'd meant it to be languid, slow, drawn-out, but it really doesn't take very much to bring Clark off in the mornings. Then there's come on his hands and stomach, warm and slick.
There's no slack in Clark's grip. Lex pets a coated hand from the base to the tip of Clark's softening cock before releasing it and moving it down to his own, only to be beat there by Clark's hand. Clark darts in for a quick kiss, then rests his forehead against Lex's as he leans back enough to look down between them. Lex closes his own eyes and lets Clark choose the rhythm.
It's slow, like Lex had meant for him, but he doesn't last much longer than Clark. After, Clark rolls them over so that Lex is flat on his back with Clark covering him pretty completely, squashing him into the mattress.
Clark kisses Lex's shoulder and then his collar bone, before nipping at the skin and sucking it hard enough that Lex knows it will mark. Then Clark just stills, settling like he's ready to go back to sleep.
"Clean up?" Lex asks, not thrilled with the idea of either of them having to move. Clark fake snores against Lex's neck, the vibration tingling the mark Clark has sucked into his skin. Lex draws a hand through his hair and holds him closer, eyes too heavy to fight against sleep now that he's once more pleasantly rung out.
He falls back asleep with Clark heavy over him, confident the mess will be cleaned up and he won't wake up to find himself stuck to Clark by semen. Though there are worse ways to wake up.