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[schmerica]

I demanded that dammitcarl inspire me. She said, "Interrupted sex." I said, "Hmm." These are what came out.

****

"Please," Clark says, closing his eyes, and Lex's mouth moves off of his nipple and licks a stripe across his chest. "Lex, I just--" He doesn't have anything to say, though, and he just twists again.

"Mmm," Lex says, into the skin of Clark's belly.

Clark can't look at Lex, see him touching him like that; he turns his head to the side and throws his arm over his eyes. Each touch of Lex's mouth on his skin feels like a kiss, like the first kiss, still just as shocking, unexpected...

He curls his toes up tightly and takes a deep breath. It takes a few moments of hearing the ringing before his mind makes sense of it.

"Lex, wait," he mumbles. "The phone, you need to..." It's an effort to get the words out.

Lex looks up at him and blinks. Clark's jealous, a little, of how quickly he can shift between modes, and he looks up at the ceiling and tries to slow his breathing as Lex rolls off the bed.

"Hello? Mr. Kent. Yes. He's right here -- oh? Is she--? Yes, of course. Yes. Of course."

"That my dad?" Clark says, hearing Lex shut off the phone. He turns onto his side to face Lex, who stands half-naked at the edge of the bed.

"Yeah. Get dressed. I'm giving you a ride to the hospital."

"What?" Clark sits up quickly, catching Lex's eye. "What's going on? Did -- are they okay?"

"Nothing's the matter," Lex says, and the calmness in his voice is almost convincing. "Your mom's gone into labor." He smiles slightly, crooked and a little strange. "You're going to be a brother soon."

And all Clark can think to say is, "Oh."


****

"Oooh *my*," Kaylee says breathlessly, and the sound of her voice all thick and sweet like honey or the caramel sauce on his celebration sundae back at home -- it makes his chest feels lighter, airy, almost. He flicks his tongue out again.

"Oh, Simon, yes," Kaylee says, and Simon shivers a little.

It's astonishing to him that he's actually here, with this kind, pretty, amazing girl. He wasn't expecting anything like this, not at all.

Kaylee gasps and arches her back harshly. "Simon..."

He can't stop the grin from his face. And Kaylee tastes *good*--

The voice drifted in from the upper hallway. "Kaywinnit Lee Frye! Where the hell are you?"

Simon jerks away automatically, but Kaylee's leg hooks around his head, keeping him close.

"I'm busy, Captain!"

"Kaylee, if you don't get up here and into the engine room this minute, I'm going to go in there and start fiddling around myself."

Kaylee releases his head and sits up in one swift movement. "Captain, if you're much attached to your manliness, I don't recommend you touch one gorram thing."

"I wonder what those shiny things here do?"

Kaylee picks up her overalls off the floor and scrambles into them quickly, before leaning over to kiss Simon squarely. "You, sir, are not to move a muscle. Just -- stay right there. Okay?"

"Okay," Simon says, blinking, and Kaylee smiles at him from the bottom of the ladder.

"Shiny."


****

"What the *fuck*?" Justin says.

"Sometimes," says Chris, "when a man and another man love each other very, very much..."

Behind him, Lance snorts. When Chris glances back, he's still working on buttoning up his shirt. They'd managed to get Lance considerably more naked than Chris.

"No, but *dude* -- I mean. Fuck. Man, I'm never going to be able to eat at that table without seeing you guys doing nasty shit!"

Lance says, "Don't knock it till you've tried it," and Justin's scowl increases.

"I just wanted to get my fucking juice from the fridge," Justin says, voice drawing into a whine.

"Well, how do you think we feel?" Chris folds his feet under him to sit cross-legged on top of the table. "We were just getting to the fun part."

Justin makes a strange noise in his throat, and Lance just laughs quietly.

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[yay4pikas.livejournal.com]

Damn you, temptress!

Maybe... We should finish Sports Night first, though. And you should watch Lawrence of Arabia. *happy sigh*