Fic: Subscribing to Courage (Clex, febff)
Title: Subscribing to Courage
Category: fic
Rating: R/NSFW
Word Count: 1003 words
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Written for my little February Fornication Fest thing. Contains dirty talk. Silly, sappy, happy fic.
Summary: Clark needs advice and he's too embarrassed to get it elsewhere. This is embarrassing enough.
The glossy pages gave him the same illicit thrill as porn, though he'd probably work harder to hide this secret. Under the mattress wasn't a good enough hiding place. When he was done reading it, he was going to set it alight with his heat vision and stand guard over it until there was nothing left but ashes.
The girl on the cover of Seventeen smiled with confidence. Her dark hair and eyes reminded him uncomfortably of Lana, so he quickly flipped through the first few ads and finds the table of contents. Hair advice, makeup advice, spring style review, embarrassing tales of being a teenage girl. Skip, skip, skip, skip. "How to Tell if He Likes You... and How to Let Him Know You Like Him, Too." Page ninety-two wasn't numbered, but after going past it on accident, he turned back to see the beginning of the article.
Resident expert... blah blah. There!
Eye contact, check. Standing in close proximity when there was plenty of space elsewhere, check. Casual touch, easily differentiated from the way he touched other people? Double check, given that it was Lex and he didn't seem to touch anyone but Clark.
"Interesting." Clark jumped and spun and managed to fling himself and the magazine off the sofa and away from Lex. Lex, who was laughing. "Though generally, I find Cosmopolitan has better advice when it comes to 'Getting Your Man'." He sauntered around the sofa and sat in Clark's vacated spot. "Of course, given your age and relative upbringing, your choice is more appropriate."
"It's, uh-"
"Not what I'm thinking?" Lex asked, settling back and crossing his legs at the ankles. He rested his left arm along the back of the sofa and... god. Clark put the magazine in his lap, deciding that it was wiser to hide his erection than the magazine Lex had already seen too clearly. "Not what it looks like? I'm sure it's not. Nothing in Smallville is ever what it seems."
Including Clark. He ducked his head under the pretense of looking at the magazine again. "I just thought... it's supposed to help girls, right? So wouldn't it make them easier to understand?" It sounded reasonable. Too bad he hadn't thought of that when he was interested in girls.
Lex tilted his head. "Any great insights to offer?"
Clark thought about it, or tried to. It was still a bit hard to think. "Uh. Lana's probably knows I liked her?"
"I don't think she needed a magazine to tell her that," Lex said softly.
"Do you think, if someone likes you and you flirt with someone else and the one who likes you doesn't get jealous... does that mean they really don't like you?"
Lex blinked, his lips moving as if he were repeating that to himself before he answered, decisively, "No."
"No, they don't like you?"
A twist of his lips that passed for smirk. "No. No, as in it doesn't mean they don't like you. If you think they like you and they don't act jealous, it could simply be that they control it better than your average quarterback boyfriend."
"Oh." Clark sighed and drew his feet in so he was sitting cross-legged, Seventeen still covering the essentials.
With typical Lexian elegance, Lex stretched his right arm and leaned back on the sofa like he owned it. "Not everyone wears their heart on their sleeve like you, Clark." Low-pitched voice, hooded eyes... If Lex wasn't flirting, Clark would eat the glossy pages of the magazine one by one.
He pushed it to the floor and leaned back on one hand, imitating Lex's sprawl to the best of his ability. Slowly, the words pushed past the nervous lump in his throat, Clark drawled out, "Maybe it's not anyone's heart I'm interested in."
"Oh." Lex's eyes darkened. "In that case, Cosmo really would have been more suitable."
Clark put a hand on his thigh, but couldn't move it closer. He tried to gather the courage to get up and go to Lex, but uncertainty held him in place, pleading with his eyes for Lex to help. To make it easier.
"You can't take it any farther, can you?" Lex asked. He had every right to tease and taunt, but his voice had recovered it's sympathetic tone.
Clark shook his head, eyes suddenly focused on Lex's shiny shoes. "Sorry."
"Don't be, Clark." He watched as Lex stood and his black-clad legs approached. Then Lex was kneeling in front of him. "One of these days, you're going to crawl to me on your knees and I'm going to let you suck me off right there on that couch."
He shuddered and did manage to draw his hand to his groin, cupping himself tightly. "God, Lex."
Lex's hand covered his own, fingers pressing between his. "But today, Clark, you're going to lie back and let me-" Another shiver, tremor, and Clark closed his eyes as spunk filled his boxers and warmed their fingertips. Lex's voice took on a deeper, rougher timbre. "You're going to let me suck you back to hardness until you come like that in my mouth, Clark."
* * *
Everything was raw and tender. Clark stared up at the barn roof and remembered what it was like to think with his brain. When Lex's cheek brushed again his, Clark drew in a ragged breath. "I lied."
"About what, Clark?" So soft and patient. Lex rubbed their cheeks together as he petted a hand over Clark's chest and stomach, making his muscles jump and contract.
"About wanting your heart." He couldn't tell if the flutter in his stomach was more arousal or panic, or a perfect mix of both.
Warm, smooth fingers against his skin, lips against his jaw. "Interesting."
Maybe the panic was winning. "What?"
Lex hummed against his shoulder. "That you want something that's already yours. Doesn't leave a lot left for me to give after this."
It took a second for that to parse, and then he laughed, hoarsely. "That explains why it wasn't on your sleeve."
Continued in: Endorsing Honesty here on LJ, or
Read Subscribing to Courage @ AO3
Category: fic
Rating: R/NSFW
Word Count: 1003 words
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Written for my little February Fornication Fest thing. Contains dirty talk. Silly, sappy, happy fic.
Summary: Clark needs advice and he's too embarrassed to get it elsewhere. This is embarrassing enough.
The glossy pages gave him the same illicit thrill as porn, though he'd probably work harder to hide this secret. Under the mattress wasn't a good enough hiding place. When he was done reading it, he was going to set it alight with his heat vision and stand guard over it until there was nothing left but ashes.
The girl on the cover of Seventeen smiled with confidence. Her dark hair and eyes reminded him uncomfortably of Lana, so he quickly flipped through the first few ads and finds the table of contents. Hair advice, makeup advice, spring style review, embarrassing tales of being a teenage girl. Skip, skip, skip, skip. "How to Tell if He Likes You... and How to Let Him Know You Like Him, Too." Page ninety-two wasn't numbered, but after going past it on accident, he turned back to see the beginning of the article.
Resident expert... blah blah. There!
Eye contact, check. Standing in close proximity when there was plenty of space elsewhere, check. Casual touch, easily differentiated from the way he touched other people? Double check, given that it was Lex and he didn't seem to touch anyone but Clark.
"Interesting." Clark jumped and spun and managed to fling himself and the magazine off the sofa and away from Lex. Lex, who was laughing. "Though generally, I find Cosmopolitan has better advice when it comes to 'Getting Your Man'." He sauntered around the sofa and sat in Clark's vacated spot. "Of course, given your age and relative upbringing, your choice is more appropriate."
"It's, uh-"
"Not what I'm thinking?" Lex asked, settling back and crossing his legs at the ankles. He rested his left arm along the back of the sofa and... god. Clark put the magazine in his lap, deciding that it was wiser to hide his erection than the magazine Lex had already seen too clearly. "Not what it looks like? I'm sure it's not. Nothing in Smallville is ever what it seems."
Including Clark. He ducked his head under the pretense of looking at the magazine again. "I just thought... it's supposed to help girls, right? So wouldn't it make them easier to understand?" It sounded reasonable. Too bad he hadn't thought of that when he was interested in girls.
Lex tilted his head. "Any great insights to offer?"
Clark thought about it, or tried to. It was still a bit hard to think. "Uh. Lana's probably knows I liked her?"
"I don't think she needed a magazine to tell her that," Lex said softly.
"Do you think, if someone likes you and you flirt with someone else and the one who likes you doesn't get jealous... does that mean they really don't like you?"
Lex blinked, his lips moving as if he were repeating that to himself before he answered, decisively, "No."
"No, they don't like you?"
A twist of his lips that passed for smirk. "No. No, as in it doesn't mean they don't like you. If you think they like you and they don't act jealous, it could simply be that they control it better than your average quarterback boyfriend."
"Oh." Clark sighed and drew his feet in so he was sitting cross-legged, Seventeen still covering the essentials.
With typical Lexian elegance, Lex stretched his right arm and leaned back on the sofa like he owned it. "Not everyone wears their heart on their sleeve like you, Clark." Low-pitched voice, hooded eyes... If Lex wasn't flirting, Clark would eat the glossy pages of the magazine one by one.
He pushed it to the floor and leaned back on one hand, imitating Lex's sprawl to the best of his ability. Slowly, the words pushed past the nervous lump in his throat, Clark drawled out, "Maybe it's not anyone's heart I'm interested in."
"Oh." Lex's eyes darkened. "In that case, Cosmo really would have been more suitable."
Clark put a hand on his thigh, but couldn't move it closer. He tried to gather the courage to get up and go to Lex, but uncertainty held him in place, pleading with his eyes for Lex to help. To make it easier.
"You can't take it any farther, can you?" Lex asked. He had every right to tease and taunt, but his voice had recovered it's sympathetic tone.
Clark shook his head, eyes suddenly focused on Lex's shiny shoes. "Sorry."
"Don't be, Clark." He watched as Lex stood and his black-clad legs approached. Then Lex was kneeling in front of him. "One of these days, you're going to crawl to me on your knees and I'm going to let you suck me off right there on that couch."
He shuddered and did manage to draw his hand to his groin, cupping himself tightly. "God, Lex."
Lex's hand covered his own, fingers pressing between his. "But today, Clark, you're going to lie back and let me-" Another shiver, tremor, and Clark closed his eyes as spunk filled his boxers and warmed their fingertips. Lex's voice took on a deeper, rougher timbre. "You're going to let me suck you back to hardness until you come like that in my mouth, Clark."
* * *
Everything was raw and tender. Clark stared up at the barn roof and remembered what it was like to think with his brain. When Lex's cheek brushed again his, Clark drew in a ragged breath. "I lied."
"About what, Clark?" So soft and patient. Lex rubbed their cheeks together as he petted a hand over Clark's chest and stomach, making his muscles jump and contract.
"About wanting your heart." He couldn't tell if the flutter in his stomach was more arousal or panic, or a perfect mix of both.
Warm, smooth fingers against his skin, lips against his jaw. "Interesting."
Maybe the panic was winning. "What?"
Lex hummed against his shoulder. "That you want something that's already yours. Doesn't leave a lot left for me to give after this."
It took a second for that to parse, and then he laughed, hoarsely. "That explains why it wasn't on your sleeve."
Continued in: Endorsing Honesty here on LJ, or
Read Subscribing to Courage @ AO3