Title: Behind the Scenes.
Author: Carrie.
Fandom: Smallville.
Genre: Short Story, Episode Related, PWP
Pairing: Clark/Lex.
Rating: R.
Status: Finished.
Series: Nope.
Archive: If you like it, you can have it. Just let me know.
Feedback: Always welcome, it helps me keep motivated. [email protected]
Website: www.phobetor.net/fiction/
Disclaimer: Not mine. =|
Warning: Nope.
Notes: 1,695 words. Unbeta'd, but it should be okay. I'm a competant writer.
Summary: Did you just want to giggle at the thought of what Lex was doing when Helen called him in 'Precipice'? I did.
A large lump of blankets occupied Lex's bed, rustling as the two parties underneath shuffled their bodies. Clark had just pulled Lex back into the warm cave that he'd tented up with his head under the light blanket. His boyfriend's girlfriend had called a few minutes ago, complaining about something or other. Clark sat as still as he could be, with his head and shoulders stuck out from under the covers to watch Lex stand beside the bed. Lex looked bored, phone in hand, telling her to wait a minute and then try it again.
Having gotten bored, Clark had slid out from under the covers to walk on his knees over to the side of the bed, and reach his hands up to Lex's waist. Lex hurriedly finished the call, slapping the cell phone shut and stuffing it back into his pocket. He was just in time to let out a soft moan as Clark's hands slid up his sensitive sides before dragging themselves back down to rest on his half undone belt.
"What'd she want?" Clark asked, not really caring what the hell she wanted. This, he knew, would be his small payback for Lex getting out of bed to answer his phone. Clark knew it would grate the tiniest bit on Lex's nerves to pause a second time, and to talk about something he really didn't want to talk about at the moment.
Opening his eyes to level a small, lust filled glare down at the green eyes looking up at him. "Car wouldn't start," Lex answered. He was clearly insinuating that they were even now. The metal buckle on the belt clinked together softly as Clark undid it, sliding it from the loops on his lover's pants. Not one of them paid any attention to the hard thunk it made on the floor when Clark let it fall from his hands, before he focused them on their next task.
Button undone, and the zipper drawn down, Lex stepped onto the bed on his knees, wanting more contact. Settling a hand on Clark's side, and one on the teen's cheek, Lex guided him up onto his knees and pressed their bodies flush together. Clark's hands mirrored Lex's, and he tilted his head and moved forward the little bit more he could to be closer to Lex.
Lex parted his lips and pressed them against Clark's, leaving his tongue positioned in the gap. He waited for the sweet mouth against them to open, and admit them inside. Clark let his mouth open, and was happily encouraged by Lex's tongue sliding smoothly over his bottom lip. The kiss was too quick for Clark's liking as he felt Lex gently pull away. Silenced was a quiet whimper when Lex's mouth came into contact with his skin, nipping along his jaw, catching Clark's voice in his throat.
Lex slid a knee further onto the bed, edging it in between Clark's thighs. Clark leant back a little, temporarily pulling himself out of reach. Lex lifted his head and slid his hand farther down Clark's side as he leaned forward, following Clark's movement, and moved to kiss his lover. Clark moaned softly into Lex's mouth; even as strong as he was it was hard to hold awkward positions. Lex seemed to notice that as well, and he pulled away from Clark again.
Clark brought his legs out from underneath himself and lay back on the bed. He put his hands behind his head, not wanting to touch himself yet. Lex still had his pants on, and it looked like he was quickly solving that little problem. Divested was Clark, soon after he and Lex had made it past the threshold to the bedroom, and now was waiting patiently.
Lex licked his bottom lip, letting them go slack as he stepped back off the bed and slipped his fingers between his pants and boxers, pushing his pants down from his hips. They slid down of their own accord after that, and Lex stepped out of them, onto his hands and knees onto the bed. He moved over top of Clark and kissed him roughly before he reached back to grab the blanket and throw it over them as he lay down beside Clark. Clark was about to turn on his side, to face Lex and have better contact, when he felt fingers rub over a nipple before trailing down his chest, abdomen, and finally wrap around his cock.
Clark's stomach tensed at the unexpected contact and he made an involuntary thrust into Lex's fist. Lex tried not to grin, but Clark was so sweet like this; usually Lex would tease him for an hour before even touching him. Clark welcomed it, though. Unexpected, but not unwelcome, and he relaxed his body, taking in the pleasure of Lex stroking his cock.
Lex bent his head to Clark's arched neck and licked a thin strip of skin there, before grasping it with his teeth. Clark moaned at the contact and he made to turn on his side. Lex tried to protest, but when he felt Clark's warm hand through the thin silk of his boxers on his cock, he relented.
Clark slipped his hand inside Lex's boxers and took hold of Lex's cock, jacking him slowly. It wasn't very comfortable for their arms, but it worked. Their breathing became steadily heavier as they found a rhythm in their ministrations, and Clark was beginning to feel very hot. Lex was stroking his cock, and kissing his neck, his cheek, his lips. It was almost easy to ignore the ringing, and apparently that was just what Lex was doing.
"Lex," Clark said, almost trying to sound serious, but having it still come out on a soft exhale. As if he could be serious about something other than sex right now, he brought his hands up to Lex's chest.
"What?" Lex mumbled, as he brushed his lips up Clark's neck, leaving barely wet kisses in his wake. Clark pushed gently when Lex obviously didn't seem to care.
"Answer your phone," Clark said at Lex's slight confusion at being pushed away. Lex frowned for a moment, waiting for another ring, almost looking like he was daring it to drive another shrill screech into their time together. It did, and Lex sighed,
Lex pretended to grumble over having to crawl out from under the blanket. He knew he had to get the phone, and he would have in his own time, or called the person back. If it was that damn important, the phone would never stop ringing until he answered it. Of course, when being in charge of all the things he was, it usually wasn't a good idea to ignore calls to his cell, anyway.
The ring was coming from his discarded pants, over the edge of the bed. In his haze of lust, Lex had to think about where he'd left the phone. He'd stuck it back into his pocket, not thinking that he was going to take his pants off in a moment from then. Lex made his way to at least the edge of the bed, still not wanting to leave it's warm comfort. Reaching half of his chest over the side of the bed, he braced himself with one arm and grabbed for his pants with the other.
"Yeah," Lex said into the little machine when he dug it out of his pocket and opened it with a practiced flip. Behind him, he felt Clark pull the blankets back around himself, since Lex had taken a substantial portion with him over the edge.
"Lex?" Helen questioned, unsure of the way her pseudo-boyfriend had answered his phone. "It still won't start." He could hear her sigh, and just as she did, Clark's hands pressed firmly into his back, right into a knot, spreading his fingers like a fan to massage the spot.
"Ugh," Lex groaned, eyes drawn closed at the rough pleasure melting away into relief from a tension he didn't know he'd had. Almost forgetting the phone in his hand, he opened his eyes and searched his mind for what Helen had just said. "Try it again."
Clark grinned behind Lex's back, and did just that. He edged his knee's up between Lex's legs, parting them a bit more to accommodate him, and began soothing his hands over Lex's back. He listened while Helen tried the ignition again, and was almost praying that it started and she could go do whatever she was going to do tonight.
"How far away are you?" She asked, not hearing an engine in the background; Lex wasn't driving. Lex was far from driving right now, closing his eyes again as Clark's hands closed over his shoulders. He felt himself be pulled back onto the bed and Clark settled himself over the backs of Lex's thighs.
"We're at home," Lex replied. He crossed one arm under his head, resting his chin on it and, obviously bored, held the phone to his ear with the other. "I'll come get you." He tried not to sigh, and he tried just as hard not to gasp at the sharp squeeze from Clark's hands around his neck.
"Okay," Helen said, sounding unsure. "I'll see you in a sec."
Lex didn't say good-bye, just snapped his cell shut and tossed it back onto the pile of his clothes on the floor. He twisted his body around so he was lying on his back under Clark. "God. Remind me to steal her phone and smash it into pieces," he said, reaching up to pull Clark down to kiss him.
Clark obliged, but kept it short. "What for?" He asked, lying on his side next Lex, pulling the older man over to him and cuddling them together. Lex seemed to be thinking of a reason what for when Clark looked at him.
"I don't know," he finally said. "Stupid girlfriend." Clark laughed at that, said like a repentant child, and Lex frowned slightly. Clark just grinned back at him and leaned down to kiss him again. Lex relaxed into the kiss and the warm arms around him. He'd go in a minute.
End
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