Comment fic meme

[hils.livejournal.com]

Morning folks!

First of all I must apologise for being an absent mod recently. Luckily for me you have all been awesome and not posted anything that doesn't belong here.

Anyway, I've been meaning to do this for a while to get people interested and talking again so here we go

THE old_school_clex COMMENT FIC MEME

How it works:
01. Comment to this post with your prompt. Be as specific or unspecific as you like.
For example: 'Homework' or 'Lex catches Clark spying on him skinny dipping'
02. Please remember that this is an old school Clex comm so nothing from canon that goes beyond the end of season three
03. Post as many prompts as you like - but one prompt per comment only, please!
04. If your fic goes beyond the limit of one comment please reply to part one of your fic with part two etc
05. If you find a prompt that strikes your fancy, jump in and write some comment fic for the prompt poster
06. More than one comment fic response to a prompt is absolutely acceptable.
07. Tell your friends to tell their friends to come and join the fun, add a prompt, write a fic and leave some love for the authors!
08. Play nice - no flames, no bashing is allowed here! If I see a rude comment to a prompt or a fic repsonse, I'll delete it without further warning.

Go forth and have fun!

Comments

Re: Bad Boys, Part 3

[twinsarein.livejournal.com]

Before Lex can respond, Clark’s wet thumb was rubbing at a spot just under his right nipple. A moan he can’t swallow fast enough escapes past his lips, and Clark’s head shoots up to his face finally. The jerk as he does slides his thumb over the nub of flesh that had stood up for attention at his first touch.

“Clark, Jesus…” Lex stops to clear his throat. “Clark, what are you doing?” He reaches up to grasp Clark’s wrist and hears the engine part he’d been holding clatter back down into the engine. He glanced down quickly to see where it landed, since he had the feeling he’d need it later. He spied it wedged down…shit, how the hell were they going to be able to reach that?

Clark’s wrist started moving again, and Lex decided that he really didn’t need to be thinking about his car right now. So he was holding Clark’s wrist, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to exert any force into stopping his hand. He wound up just holding on as Clark continued to rub over his nipple. He stared into eyes whose pupils are as dilated as he knew his own to be.

“You’re so sexy, Lex. I’ve never seen so much of your skin, and you look so good. Except for the dirt. You’re never dirty, Lex. I want to get it off so I can see even more of your skin.”

Lex remembered the dirt and grease he’d gotten on himself earlier, and suddenly he was very grateful for flat tires and cell phones that didn’t get a signal. Clark’s acting like he’s in a bit of a trance, and Lex is going to follow that path is he doesn’t get him to stop soon. Clark’s diligence on that one spot has gotten Lex harder than he remembered being in a long time, but he’s going to go crazy from the lack of stimulation elsewhere.

“Clark. Clark!” He finally tightens his grip on his friend’s wrist. It doesn’t slow Clark down much, but that combined with his voice seemed to bring him out of his focus on Lex’s skin a little. Clark’s tongue came out to wet his lips and Lex watched its path avidly. Before Clark could speak though, Lex raised his free hand and traced those wet lips with a finger. Clark’s hitched breath hardened Lex’s cock even more.

“What’s going on, Clark? You’ve never shown any interest in anyone besides Lana before.” What was he doing?! Lex tried to remember why he was stopping Clark…damn, he was trying to do the right thing, that’s why. As he looked up at the beautiful face looking down on him, all flushed with desire, Lex was starting to rethink the doing good thing. It hadn’t really been working for him anyway.

“Never mind, Clark. I have more spots on me that need cleaning, not just that one.” Lex reached down and ran a light touch over the denim covering Clark’s crotch. “Are you up for the job?”

At Clark’s whine, Lex squeezed against the sizable bulge he could feel under his fingertips. “Well, Clark?”

“What…what do you want me to do, Lex?”

Lex smiled and lifted Clark’s hand to his mouth. He sucked in the thumb and got it thoroughly wet. Clark was panting when he was done, his other hand clenched into a fist by his side. “First, Clark, you need to clean the other side.”

Yes, to hell with being good. Bad boys had so much more fun, and they didn’t have to even think about changing the tire on any cars.

Re: Bad Boys, Part 3

[sussixer.livejournal.com]

HOLY... humina, humina, humina! That was fantastic!!

I love Lex choosing to be bad! He so needed to do more of that when Clark was younger and not so twisted up in the game.

Great Job, and thanks for picking my prompt!

Re: Bad Boys, Part 3

[twinsarein.livejournal.com]

I'm thrilled you liked it! I agree with the bad Lex bit, at least he could have been a little bad. *g*

I love your prompts. They really spark my imagination. I really want to do the ebay one, but have other stories due in the next week, so I'm trying to be good and work on them.

Re: Bad Boys, Part 3

[ender24]

that was fun, hot and cute :D

Re: Bad Boys, Part 3

[twinsarein.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! I happy you enjoyed it and appreciate the comment.