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thegirlinglasses [dammitcarl]: do you want a poke for the porn, erica?
thegirlinglasses: um, okay. something minutes before lex leaves for a trip.

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"It's four a.m.," Clark said. He propped one hand behind himself to sit up in bed, and yawned. "I have two and a half more hours till that alarm is supposed to go off."

Lex pulled the suitcase from the closet and set it on the edge of the bed. He was still wearing his pajamas. "My flight leaves soon. I'm going to be late." He headed back to the closet.

"Isn't this kinda sudden notice? Where are you going this time, anyway?" Clark rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

Lex dumped a pile of shirts into the suitcase. "London."

"When are you getting back?"

"Three weeks," Lex said, heading for his sock drawer.

"Oh." Clark lay back down. He could still see Lex from this angle. Lex packed haphazardly; he always had. Clark's mom had taught him how to pack by rolling all his clothes up snugly, to take up less space and keep away wrinkles. Clark had showed Lex, but he still did it the same way, anyway.

Lex stopped suddenly before the suitcase and frowned. He glanced over at Clark.

"What?"

"It's four a.m., you're lying half-naked in our bed, and we're not going to see each other for three weeks."

"That's all true," Clark said. He yawned again.

Lex climbed up onto the comforter and held himself over Clark. "One of these days, I'm going to make you come with me."

"I don't like airplanes," Clark said, smiling at him.

The edge of Lex's mouth curled up as he leaned down to kiss Clark softly. "When I come home, you're going to take the day off. I'll take you to lunch at that tiny sushi place on 81st." He settled himself at Clark's side, slipping his hand under the t-shirt Clark wore to bed. "Then we'll go to the one dollar matinee at the Olympia."

"Mmmm," Clark said. He rubbed himself up towards Lex's hand as it moved across his ribs, his stomach and his chest. "Then what?"

"Then," Lex said, dropping a kiss on the space between Clark's neck and his collar, "we can go to the park down the street. It'll be April then, so it'll be warm, and sunny and full of people." He pinched Clark's nipples between his fingers.

"Will we feed the ducks?" Clark said absently, distracted by Lex's touch and his own half-sleep state. He turned his head to the side and searched for Lex's mouth, latching on as Lex leaned closer.

After a minute, Lex pulled away. "Yes," he said, a little breathless, "we can feed the ducks. And then..."

Clark closed his eyes. "Then what?"

"Then we'll come home. Right back here," Lex said, and he slipped his hand into the waistband of Clark's boxers.

Clark raised his hips, and he felt Lex straddle him and pull the shorts down his thighs. He couldn't see him, but he had a good impression of Lex's face, anyway; he'd seen him like this plenty of times before.

Clark sighed softly as he felt Lex take his dick in his large warm hand. He let go almost immediately, though, and Clark would have let out a protest if he hadn't heard the sound of Lex's pajamas shifting, and if Lex's hand hadn't covered him again a few seconds later. Only better this time, because there was Lex's cock as well.

"Mmmmm," Clark said again, moving his head back and forth across the pillow. "That feels good."

Lex chuckled, moving his hand faster. God, so hard, and wet, and dirty, sliding against each other like that... Clark opened his eyes and raised his hand up to catch Lex's free one, linking them together.

"Three weeks, huh?" Lex said raggedly, grinning at him. He rubbed his thumb harshly against the heads of their cocks.

"Oh," Clark said, tightening his grip on Lex's hand. It was too tight, probably, but Lex groaned and lost his rhythm for a moment, before picking it up again, this time faster. "Lex," he continued, "are you going to miss me?"

"*Jesus*, Clark," Lex said, eyes slamming shut, and it was only a few more jerks before he came with a groan, hot and wet against Clark's cock; the sounds Lex made were enough to make Clark follow.

Clark rested his head against the pillow and breathed heavily, as he felt Lex move his weight off his body. He shifted his gaze to Lex as he moved off the bed and began to strip.

"What are you doing?" he said, his voice sounding thick.

"Getting dressed," Lex said. He wiped his hands off on his discarded pajama shirt, then did the same for Clark's cock and belly, fixing his boxers. He leaned over and kissed Clark again. "I'm going to finish getting ready. Go back to sleep."

"Yeah," said Clark, "okay." He curled up tight and closed his eyes as to the sounds of Lex padding around the room.

Comments

[spyhop.livejournal.com]

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[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

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