Old School Challenge: "What Came Next"

[seagull2eagle.livejournal.com]

After the puzzles, 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 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!

Comments

After the Bridge

[seagull2eagle.livejournal.com]

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

[twinsarein.livejournal.com]

Ooooo, what a great first meeting. I liked that. This was a great image: He threw his head back and cried as intense pleasure took command and narrowed his world to nothing else. I love thinking about where things would go for them, if this is how they started. *g*

Re: After the Bridge

[ctbn60.livejournal.com]

Very intense just like that moment!!! I really like this version of the beginning much better.

Re: After the Bridge

[sue-dreams.livejournal.com]

There were other things to focus on, but oh, that bitten-off introduction! Lex, Lex, Lex...

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.