Old School Challenge: "What Came Next"
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jlvsclrk suggested that we have a comment-fic challenge for "What Came Next" and I love the idea, so... ;D
From now through April 6th, comment here with short (200-1000 words) fics (or pics or drawings ^^) about what came right after one of these three scenes:
The Bridge, The Tux, and The Fire. (Pics from capping andacampbell)
Feel free to concentrate on all the bare skin (because there has to be some), hands touching bodies (OMG, YES!), and ruthlessly ignoring any contradictory canon out of the way (such as who else might have been around at the time ;p they didn't need to be there anyway!).
The only rule is that entries need to stay old-school (first three seasons only) Clex. You may post as many comment fics (or pics or drawings) as you like. No limits. ;D
The comment-fics will be screened until April 6, 7pm-ish PST, at which point we'll have one big unveiling. Let me know if you have any questions!
jlvsclrk suggested that we have a comment-fic challenge for "What Came Next" and I love the idea, so... ;DFrom now through April 6th, comment here with short (200-1000 words) fics (or pics or drawings ^^) about what came right after one of these three scenes:
The Bridge, The Tux, and The Fire. (Pics from capping and
acampbell)Feel free to concentrate on all the bare skin (because there has to be some), hands touching bodies (OMG, YES!), and ruthlessly ignoring any contradictory canon out of the way (such as who else might have been around at the time ;p they didn't need to be there anyway!).
The only rule is that entries need to stay old-school (first three seasons only) Clex. You may post as many comment fics (or pics or drawings) as you like. No limits. ;D
The comment-fics will be screened until April 6, 7pm-ish PST, at which point we'll have one big unveiling. Let me know if you have any questions!
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A New Beginning
Date: 2011-04-01 06:12 pm (UTC)"I could have sworn I hit you."
The boy gave the bridge behind them a frightened look. "But... that's impossible, isn't it?"
"No more impossible than that I'm still alive." He reached up to touch his angel's face, wondering if this was all just a dream. His thumb stroked gently across the chiseled cheekbones. Despite the chill of wet clothes, he'd never felt warmer. He whispered, "Thank you."
The strain on the boy's face eased as he leaned in to Lex's touch. He gave a shy smile and Lex felt like the sun had come out. His thumb moved to the boy's lips, a promise for the future. "It's a new beginning. A second chance."
This time, things would be different.
Re: A New Beginning
Date: 2011-04-09 11:35 pm (UTC)Re: A New Beginning
Date: 2011-04-10 02:29 am (UTC)Re: A New Beginning
Date: 2011-04-10 06:20 am (UTC)Re: A New Beginning
Date: 2011-04-11 05:10 am (UTC)Re: A New Beginning
Date: 2011-04-11 06:59 pm (UTC)Art for 'What came next' Challenge
Date: 2011-04-02 10:45 pm (UTC)Picture here (http://pics.livejournal.com/plnunn/pic/00017s6a/g32)
Re: Art for 'What came next' Challenge
Date: 2011-04-09 11:36 pm (UTC)Re: Art for 'What came next' Challenge
Date: 2011-04-10 12:04 am (UTC)Re: Art for 'What came next' Challenge
Date: 2011-04-11 05:07 am (UTC)Re: Art for 'What came next' Challenge
Date: 2011-04-11 08:02 pm (UTC)Re: Art for 'What came next' Challenge
Date: 2011-04-11 07:02 pm (UTC)Re: Art for 'What came next' Challenge
Date: 2011-04-13 03:54 pm (UTC)Re: Art for 'What came next' Challenge
Date: 2011-04-13 04:04 pm (UTC)And yes, if I ever finish this current fiction, I would like to write something from a time when they were both more innocent. Innocent-ish in Lex's case.
Re: Art for 'What came next' Challenge
Date: 2011-04-13 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 05:13 am (UTC)The Tux: http://orlidepp.livejournal.com/35830.html
The Bridge: http://orlidepp.livejournal.com/36056.html
Still hoping to pen one for The Fire, but we'll see how that goes!
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Date: 2011-04-06 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-10 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-10 06:19 am (UTC)Everything Changes 1/2
Date: 2011-04-06 08:32 pm (UTC)Then, for no reason that Clark could figure out, everything changed.
Clark’s body froze, and Lex’s voice faded to the background, as Clark became suddenly conscious of how Lex’s hands felt on his body. Even through the cloth of the dress shirt and tie Lex was helping him with.
Heat, unfamiliar only in its intensity, flashed through his body, hardening him in seconds. Every brush of Lex’s knuckles against Clark’s upper chest felt like a full caress in more intimate places.
As Lex’s hands continued to move, Clark couldn’t suppress the shudder when the sleeve of Lex’s suit jacket brushed close to a nipple. When Lex’s hands suddenly stopped moving, Clark swayed forward a little, but otherwise didn’t move.
“Clark?”
At the sound of Lex’s voice, Clark’s vision zeroed in on his friend’s mouth. He traced each lip with his gaze, lingering on the small scar he suddenly noticed on Lex’s upper lip. He doesn’t know how he ever missed the small mar before. Now he wants to...
The feel of Lex’s hands flattening against his chest derailed Clark’s train of thought, and he heard a small whimper, that he distantly realized came from his own mouth, when Lex’s palms pressed just over his nipples. Not sure of his coordination, he shifted just slightly into the touch.
“Jesus, Clark, do you have any idea what you’re inviting?” As Clark just stood there, little tremors working their way through his body, Lex shook his head. “You don’t, do you?”
Lex’s voice sounded deeper and huskier than usual, and Clark’s lips parted on a little gasp at hearing it. Dazedly, he shook his head in response to Lex’s question, although it was more a reflection of Lex’s motion, than an answer.
“If you were a girl, I’d say you were begging to be ravished - with your cheeks flushed and eyes dilated with desire, your lips parted and wet, letting the most delicious noises escape, your chest heaving under my hands, your body visibly trembling, your erection so hard its visible through your trousers...”
As Lex mentioned each one, Clark became aware of them, and it made them all worse until he swayed forward again.”
“...body moving into mine. But you aren’t a girl, so it isn’t ravishment you’re begging for Clark. Your whole body is asking me to fuck you.”
At those words, heat flashed through Clark again, his ass clenched, and he felt his cock surge. His underwear suddenly felt wet. Hands flexing at his sides, Clark looked down at himself, and moaned at the sight of his erection pushing against the material of his dress pants. A large, damp circle spreading out from the area of his cock head. The visual evidence of his arousal made the feeling even more intense.
Everything Changes 2/2
Date: 2011-04-06 08:34 pm (UTC)A louder whimper escaped when Clark heard the whispered command, but there was no hesitation in him as he reached for his pants. He had no coordination, though, and he made a sound of frustration.
Clark could see a pleased smirk tilt Lex’s lips up, and he felt Lex’s hands start to slide down his chest, but Clark was too impatient to wait for any help. Instead, his hands twitch, and the material of his dress pants tear apart as if it was made of nothing stronger than wet tissue paper.
Another tug does the same to his boxers, and Clark moans as the open air hits his overheated skin. Looking down, Clark saw his cock standing straight out between his thighs. One vein that ran the length was more prominent than he’d ever seen it, and the tip was shiny with moisture.
Clark blinked as Lex’s face is suddenly on the same level as his throbbing erection. Watching Lex lick his lips, look upwards, and then open his mouth had Clark’s balls tightening up to almost painful levels.
“Are you going to come before I get my mouth on you, Clark? Are you going to cover my face?”
The two questions caused Clark some confusion, because he wanted Lex’s mouth on him, but he liked the idea of coming on Lex’s face, too. The conundrum helped him hold off the orgasm building low in his stomach.
Any hope of control ended, however, as soon as Lex’s hot, wet mouth slid over the tip of his cock. One swirl of Lex’s tongue and a small suck was all it took to have Clark gasping Lex’s name, and coming down his throat.
Everything went black for a few seconds, and when he came to, Lex was still in the process of laying him out on the floor. Lex’s body was stretched over his as he lowered Clark’s head gently to the floor.
With consciousness came the awareness of the hard length of Lex’s cock against his thigh. Pushing his leg upward, Clark felt more powerful than he ever had when Lex gasped.
Arms feeling heavy, Clark forced them up high enough to grasp Lex’s ass to hold him in place, so he could do it again.
“God, Clark! Again!”
Raising his head, Clark didn’t kiss Lex, so much as just press their lips together as he thrust his thigh against Lex again. About to do it again, he felt more than heard Lex groan into his mouth, as he jerked against Clark, and then shivered.
After a few seconds, Lex twisted his mouth against the press of Clark’s lips, and thrust his tongue inside before pulling abruptly back. “What the hell was that, Clark?”
Not feeling eloquent, and really having no idea, Clark just shrugged. When Lex started to speak again, Clark pushed their lips together, and this time licked his way inside. He didn’t want to think about it right now, or analyze it to death, because he knew he’d wind up feeling guilty about something, and he wanted to enjoy this feeling as long as he could.
When Lex started to kiss him back, Clark smiled against his lips and pulled him closer.
Re: Everything Changes 2/2
Date: 2011-04-09 11:46 pm (UTC)Re: Everything Changes 2/2
Date: 2011-04-10 05:27 am (UTC)Re: Everything Changes 2/2
Date: 2011-04-10 12:40 am (UTC)He didn’t want to think about it right now, or analyze it to death, because he knew he’d wind up feeling guilty about something, and he wanted to enjoy this feeling as long as he could.
I had to laugh at the bit about feeling guilty, because that does seem to be a huge part of Clark's mind set. Glad he let himself savour the moment.
Re: Everything Changes 2/2
Date: 2011-04-10 05:28 am (UTC)Re: Everything Changes 2/2
Date: 2011-04-11 05:05 am (UTC)Re: Everything Changes 2/2
Date: 2011-04-11 08:25 pm (UTC)Tend (The Fire)
Date: 2011-04-08 05:02 am (UTC)He opens his eyes, not surprised that the burning press of knuckles against his chest belongs to Clark, the boy breathing with the same rapid rhythm as Lex. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, dragging in another sharp breath, then a slower, longer one, knowing it's safe to draw it, that the air will be there. There's always air wherever Clark is, fresh and seasonally smelling like manure, but there nonetheless.
His body comes under his control, eventually. Clark's settles into a stillness over him, a cautious hovering as he continues to watch over Lex, protecting him, taking care of him.
When he can, when it seems like they must have held that tableau forever, Lex lifts his head again. "Clark," he says, voice still rough in a way that will take time to sooth. They should move, they should be acting to...
"Stop," Clark says, fists tightening in the material of Lex's shirt. It tugs him up from the floor, just the tiniest bit. It's subtle, but strangely transfixing. Lex can feel the loss of contact with the floor, the way that his weight is suddenly held not by marble but his shirt.
Lex waits, but there's no further instruction. Stop what? Thinking, perhaps? Stop trying to find a way to move them from this familiar scene of imperiled Lex and his looming savior? It's so Clark, so muddled and confused and painfully earnest, and Lex can only smile, which contradictorily makes Clark's eyebrows draw down in a pained expression.
"Stop looking at me like that." he finally manages to finish.
He can feel the frown on his own face as he searches Clark's, but Clark only makes a frustrated sound. Another twitching clench of his hands and Lex's shoulders were far enough off the floor now that even to a passerby, it'd be obvious that Clark's hefting him up. Hell, Lex's ass is nearly off the floor.
It has to look ridiculous, the scorch ring around them, Clark's awkward kneeling loom, Lex dangling as if he weighs nothing even though the only strain on Clark's face is an emotional one.
"Lex." Plaintive, now.
Lex isn't sure exactly how he was looking at Clark, not a minute ago or half a minute ago or in that instance, but when Clark's mouth opens, Lex knows that it will be another complaint, a request, a plea, one that he has no idea how to answer.
Clark's lips are hot, practically burning against Lex's mouth, all the more so for the fact that in the instant before the kiss, Lex had a flash of a riverbank and a watery press of mouths. He barely registers the softness of the shirt he curls his fingers in, so transfixed is he by the soft, hot press of Clark's lips against his. His arm shakes a little as his own grip holds him closer to Clark long enough to kiss the words away in a wash of shock.
Before the strength in his right arm gives out, he curls his left around Clark's neck and holds on. The press of cool marble against his back is a counterpoint to Clark's body over his and Lex goes from being weightless in Clark's hold to being half-crushed by his weight. He's made breathless again by the way Clark kisses, consuming and desperate and still with that edge of confusion that has Lex trying to gentle him, guide him, instinctively.
Clark pulls back with a gasp, as if he's once again given Lex all the breath within him. He's flushed by desire, possibly combined with embarrassment. He looks a bit wrecked, from the fire, the rescue, the kiss. Lex swallows the laughter that bubbles in his chest but does nothing to stifle the smile.
For a moment, Clark looks helpless, then Lex can't tell what expression is on his face because his head is resting on Lex's chest, his hands having finally given up their grip on Lex's shirt and settled flat-palmed on his sides instead.
Lex let's his head tip back to the floor and looks up at the ceiling. He thinks of Clark's objection and wonders if that kiss, if the slow way Clark is wrapping himself completely around Lex,will stop Lex from looking at Clark 'like that'.
He doubts it.
Re: Tend (The Fire)
Date: 2011-04-10 12:45 am (UTC)He doubts it.
I kind of doubt it too. Love it!!
Re: Tend (The Fire)
Date: 2011-04-11 05:15 am (UTC)Re: Tend (The Fire)
Date: 2011-04-10 02:59 am (UTC)And this, He's made breathless again by the way Clark kisses, consuming and desperate and still with that edge of confusion that has Lex trying to gentle him, guide him, instinctively. was deliciously hot. I love the idea of an out-of-control Clark, and Lex gentling him. Yum.
Re: Tend (The Fire)
Date: 2011-04-11 05:19 am (UTC)Re: Tend (The Fire)
Date: 2011-04-10 09:54 pm (UTC)Re: Tend (The Fire)
Date: 2011-04-11 05:19 am (UTC)After the Tux
Date: 2011-04-09 10:06 pm (UTC)Clark cleared his throat. "I think... I need another lesson."
With a blink, Lex raised his gaze up to the clear bright eyes, the green of a jewel, dragging him in. "Another lesson?" Lex turned the corner of his mouth up.
Clark raised his hands and undid his tie, letting the ends dangle. He left his hands near his throat, hovering in expectation. "Another lesson. Please."
Both corners of Lex's mouth turned up. "Of course, Clark," he purred, "as you like." He lifted his hands up again, slipping between Clark's to pick up the ends of the tie. "First you pull the ends out."
Clark ran his fingers over Lex's, spreading his bigger hands over Lex's yet keeping a gentle touch. "And then?"
"The left side should be a little longer than the right." Lex tugged at the ends until they were how he wanted them. Clark's hands stayed on his the whole time, gently following Lex's movements. "Slip the short end under the long end."
The hands tangled. Lex's and Clark's together over the tie parts, running into each other and touching. Touching with strokes and index fingers twining with pinkies with ring fingers.
"And then?" Clark breathed as he held Lex's fingers in his own.
Lex trembled, but didn't say anything. This had to be Clark's choice. He tilted his head to gaze into Clark's eyes.
Clark took that hint and leaned forward, his lips brushing against Lex's, first lightly, then deeper.
The tie slipped to the floor, unnoticed.
Soon, the other clothing followed.
END
Re: After the Tux
Date: 2011-04-10 01:32 am (UTC)Re: After the Tux
Date: 2011-04-10 04:57 am (UTC)Re: After the Tux
Date: 2011-04-10 09:55 pm (UTC)Re: After the Tux
Date: 2011-04-11 05:21 am (UTC)And god, the tangling of hands. I have such a thing for hands to begin with... but oh, lovely.
After the Bridge
Date: 2011-04-09 10:07 pm (UTC)The person under him came back to life with a gasp. One moment, dead, no breath. The next, he was alive, vibrant, gasping and staring up at Clark.
Blue, blue eyes. Staring at him with surprise and a deepening wonder.
Clark wanted to dive back in. Not to the river, but to the body he'd pulled out. The person so warm, so alive, looking at him like Clark was the answer to everything.
A slender hand, encased in a black glove that still dripped river water, reached up to Clark. First running a finger across Clark's cheekbone, making Clark shiver. Then the hand slipped back into Clark's hair, tugging him down.
Lips upon lips, familiar yet different. Clark'd been so frightened, trying to breathe life into the man, scared he wouldn't succeed. This time... oh, this time was day and night. His heart was throbbing but it wasn't from fear. Or it might have been, but this fear was exquisite, thrilling... life itself.
"You're amazing." A rich purring voice, with that same wonder in the tones as was in the blue eyes. The breath of the voice was warm upon Clark's lips.
Clark had to taste it again. He had to; it was like an imperative.
Hands wrapped around his back and pulled Clark closer until they were entwined together, body moving against body. Too many clothes and yet no time to remove them.
The wonder and exploration changed to wonder and need. They moved faster upon each other. Bodies thrusting upon each other. Hands gripping. Tongues twining between gasps and moans.
Clark couldn't hold back any longer. He threw his head back and cried as intense pleasure took command and narrowed his world to nothing else.
Beneath him, blue eyes watched, intense and hungry. Then the thrusting continued until the body in Clark's arms stiffened and the eyes closed. The mouth was open, great heaving breaths proving his aliveness.
After a few moments, without a word they mutually rolled to their sides so they could watch each other as they calmed down.
There was a gloved hand upon his face. Clark curiously ran his hand over the smooth skin on the other man's cheek, watching as eyes dipped down with Clark's strokes.
"So, um..." Clark blushed. "What's your name?"
A brilliant, gorgeous smile that was all for him. "Lex Lu---. I'm Lex."
"Clark."
"Good to meet you, Clark." The smile widened. "I think I'm going to like it here in Smallville."
END
Re: After the Bridge
Date: 2011-04-10 05:22 am (UTC)Re: After the Bridge
Date: 2011-04-10 09:57 pm (UTC)Re: After the Bridge
Date: 2011-04-11 05:33 am (UTC)This is the wonder of what happens when the moment isn't ruined by words. The person so warm, so alive, looking at him like Clark was the answer to everything. I would like for this to be canon now.