Manips and Ficlets: Games in Four
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tallihensiaI was having trouble with my story for CLFF Wave 38, so I switched to making manips and some ficlets for the manips.
Clex, Clark, and Lex in the manips. One distinctly NWS, the others just suggestive.
"So, Clark, you said you wanted to play?" Lex purred as he knelt naked upon the bed, his only ornament the necklace Clark had given him the year before. He was poised, ready, arms around the chains holding the far end of the bed up. His right hand was above his head, touching the canopy and the leather straps above, his right arm was crooked around the chain like an escort to the party.
Clark was instantly, completely hard. "Yes, Lex. Yes, I want to play…" He walked forward, mesmerized, the fly to the spider's web. Never had the spider looked so tempting. Clark paused to unhook a leather strap along his way and Lex grinned at the action. They would see who ate whom in this game to come.
Up in the attic of a Luthor castle, there were many odd things. There was one room that Clark loved in particular. In that room, Lex had stored mementos of his childhood; things he'd never done but had always wanted to. Clark had played with Lex in this room many a time. And as they grew, so too did their games.
Riding the white horse of the carousel, Lex had come, sucked to orgasm by a bondage-clad Clark. Now they were atop the horse together, galloping away upon the dreams to their future. Clark's strength lifted Lex up and down upon his lap, while Lex leaned back against the pole. The motion, Clark rocking into Lex, Lex raising and falling on him... it was all Lex's fantasies grown up.
Clark's eyes were closed, his mouth open as he thrust into Lex. Somehow, he kept his seat on the wooden horse. Lex's grip was tight on Clark's neck, holding himself in balance, knowing he couldn't hurt Clark and he watched him. Watched the ecstasy on Clark's face, watched the pleasure ripple through his body. Listened to the moans and harsh breaths.
And he knew that he loved him.
"I didn't know you played football," Clark commented as he sorted through the box of Lex's old college gear.
"Football?" Lex left his own box and came to look at Clark's. "Oh, that's a rugby ball. And I didn't exactly 'play'…"
Clark turned the dark brown leather ball over in his hands. It was close to a football, though it didn't have the seams going all the way down and it was a bit more rounded on the ends. The leather was rich, well-worn and smooth. He fitted his hand around it easily. "If you didn't play, then what…?"
Lex suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Well, mostly I watched."
A dark eyebrow raised up Clark's forehead as he took in Lex's non-answer. He grinned, "Anybody on the field you were watching in particular?"
Lex turned his head away, not answering.
Which was an answer in itself. That must have been one of those not-a-friend friends of his. Getting details was like pulling teeth sometimes, yet Clark had managed to find out that Lex had a lot of them in his past. It was one of the reasons he'd been so surprised by Clark and had latched onto him so tightly.
Clark thought it was his duty to wipe away all those old bad memories and create better ones. He tossed the ball up in the air and caught it again. Looking through the walls of the castle, he saw nobody on the grounds outside, and he knew where the switch to turn off the security monitors was. Perfect.
"Hey, Lex, let's go outside for awhile. I need some sun and less dust."
Lex tilted his head to one side, obviously trying to figure out what Clark was up to. Then he gave it up and simply grinned. Clark loved that grin. "Sure."
They headed out towards the back patio, Clark keeping ahold of the rugby ball he'd found. When they were almost outside, Clark zipped out ahead, moving into superspeed and taking off his clothes.
When Lex stepped out, Clark was ready for him. He'd splashed himself in the fountain so he knew his body was gleaming in the sunlight, to get all of Lex's interest. Clark leaned against a column, nonchalantly holding the rugby ball down where Lex would have to look at it. He would see the ball, and Clark… and his attention would be on Clark instead of old hurts. Clark meant to replace that hurt and fill all the cold spots with his warmth.
Lex stood in the doorway, stunned. His mouth went slack as his eyes traveled up and down Clark, then repeated the journey. They paused where the ball was. Perfect.
"Want to play some ball?" Clark drawled, lifting the rugby ball in his grasp. It wasn't the only thing that rose, his excitement and Lex's obvious interest making other body parts follow the ball up.
Lex's eyes went up to meet Clark's, and there was another of the brilliant grins, just for Clark. "For you, always," Lex breathed. Then he stepped forward.
Clark flicked through his cards and then glanced up to see Lex staring at him. Staring at Clark's chest, actually. Involuntarily, Clark folded his arms around himself and then glanced at his cards again and then away. He looked at the chips on the table and the clothes piled on the spare chair and he had to grin. This wasn't one game he minded losing. Much.
"Is that grin indicative of your cards?" Lex asked, amused. He held his own cards up to his chest, fanning them out but not looking again at them. He seemed perfectly relaxed and in his element.
Clark glanced up, eventually getting his gaze up to Lex's face. All that smooth bare skin on the normally clothed chest was distracting. And was probably deliberate on Lex's part. First hand to lose, and then it had been Clark's turn… "How did I let you talk me into this?" he asked, laughter breaking through his voice.
Lex calmly selected a chip with the word "pants" on it and pushed it into the middle. "The game's not over yet, Clark. Make your bet."
There was exactly one chip left on Clark's side of the table and it said "shorts". He pushed it forward.
They laid down their hands, and then Clark stood up. "Do you want this fast or slow?" he asked Lex, his thumbs hooking the elastic over his shorts.
Lex leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly glazed. "Slow. Slow, please. And then... another hand?"
Clark glanced over himself, puzzled. "But there's nothing left to play for."
Lex shoved all his remaining chips into the middle. "There's always you and me."
It would be slow. And then Clark would remove all of Lex's clothes, too. And then it would be the floor, or the bed. And then it would be fast. And… Clark moaned, thinking about the night. He pushed his shorts an inch down and then stopped. Slow. Slow before the fast. He looked at Lex and the promise there in his eyes and couldn't wait for either.
bases from various sources, ask me for details
Clex, Clark, and Lex in the manips. One distinctly NWS, the others just suggestive.
Chains
"So, Clark, you said you wanted to play?" Lex purred as he knelt naked upon the bed, his only ornament the necklace Clark had given him the year before. He was poised, ready, arms around the chains holding the far end of the bed up. His right hand was above his head, touching the canopy and the leather straps above, his right arm was crooked around the chain like an escort to the party.
Clark was instantly, completely hard. "Yes, Lex. Yes, I want to play…" He walked forward, mesmerized, the fly to the spider's web. Never had the spider looked so tempting. Clark paused to unhook a leather strap along his way and Lex grinned at the action. They would see who ate whom in this game to come.
Merry-Go-Round
Up in the attic of a Luthor castle, there were many odd things. There was one room that Clark loved in particular. In that room, Lex had stored mementos of his childhood; things he'd never done but had always wanted to. Clark had played with Lex in this room many a time. And as they grew, so too did their games.
Riding the white horse of the carousel, Lex had come, sucked to orgasm by a bondage-clad Clark. Now they were atop the horse together, galloping away upon the dreams to their future. Clark's strength lifted Lex up and down upon his lap, while Lex leaned back against the pole. The motion, Clark rocking into Lex, Lex raising and falling on him... it was all Lex's fantasies grown up.
Clark's eyes were closed, his mouth open as he thrust into Lex. Somehow, he kept his seat on the wooden horse. Lex's grip was tight on Clark's neck, holding himself in balance, knowing he couldn't hurt Clark and he watched him. Watched the ecstasy on Clark's face, watched the pleasure ripple through his body. Listened to the moans and harsh breaths.
And he knew that he loved him.
Rugby
"I didn't know you played football," Clark commented as he sorted through the box of Lex's old college gear.
"Football?" Lex left his own box and came to look at Clark's. "Oh, that's a rugby ball. And I didn't exactly 'play'…"
Clark turned the dark brown leather ball over in his hands. It was close to a football, though it didn't have the seams going all the way down and it was a bit more rounded on the ends. The leather was rich, well-worn and smooth. He fitted his hand around it easily. "If you didn't play, then what…?"
Lex suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Well, mostly I watched."
A dark eyebrow raised up Clark's forehead as he took in Lex's non-answer. He grinned, "Anybody on the field you were watching in particular?"
Lex turned his head away, not answering.
Which was an answer in itself. That must have been one of those not-a-friend friends of his. Getting details was like pulling teeth sometimes, yet Clark had managed to find out that Lex had a lot of them in his past. It was one of the reasons he'd been so surprised by Clark and had latched onto him so tightly.
Clark thought it was his duty to wipe away all those old bad memories and create better ones. He tossed the ball up in the air and caught it again. Looking through the walls of the castle, he saw nobody on the grounds outside, and he knew where the switch to turn off the security monitors was. Perfect.
"Hey, Lex, let's go outside for awhile. I need some sun and less dust."
Lex tilted his head to one side, obviously trying to figure out what Clark was up to. Then he gave it up and simply grinned. Clark loved that grin. "Sure."
They headed out towards the back patio, Clark keeping ahold of the rugby ball he'd found. When they were almost outside, Clark zipped out ahead, moving into superspeed and taking off his clothes.
When Lex stepped out, Clark was ready for him. He'd splashed himself in the fountain so he knew his body was gleaming in the sunlight, to get all of Lex's interest. Clark leaned against a column, nonchalantly holding the rugby ball down where Lex would have to look at it. He would see the ball, and Clark… and his attention would be on Clark instead of old hurts. Clark meant to replace that hurt and fill all the cold spots with his warmth.
Lex stood in the doorway, stunned. His mouth went slack as his eyes traveled up and down Clark, then repeated the journey. They paused where the ball was. Perfect.
"Want to play some ball?" Clark drawled, lifting the rugby ball in his grasp. It wasn't the only thing that rose, his excitement and Lex's obvious interest making other body parts follow the ball up.
Lex's eyes went up to meet Clark's, and there was another of the brilliant grins, just for Clark. "For you, always," Lex breathed. Then he stepped forward.
Strip Poker
Clark flicked through his cards and then glanced up to see Lex staring at him. Staring at Clark's chest, actually. Involuntarily, Clark folded his arms around himself and then glanced at his cards again and then away. He looked at the chips on the table and the clothes piled on the spare chair and he had to grin. This wasn't one game he minded losing. Much.
"Is that grin indicative of your cards?" Lex asked, amused. He held his own cards up to his chest, fanning them out but not looking again at them. He seemed perfectly relaxed and in his element.
Clark glanced up, eventually getting his gaze up to Lex's face. All that smooth bare skin on the normally clothed chest was distracting. And was probably deliberate on Lex's part. First hand to lose, and then it had been Clark's turn… "How did I let you talk me into this?" he asked, laughter breaking through his voice.
Lex calmly selected a chip with the word "pants" on it and pushed it into the middle. "The game's not over yet, Clark. Make your bet."
There was exactly one chip left on Clark's side of the table and it said "shorts". He pushed it forward.
They laid down their hands, and then Clark stood up. "Do you want this fast or slow?" he asked Lex, his thumbs hooking the elastic over his shorts.
Lex leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly glazed. "Slow. Slow, please. And then... another hand?"
Clark glanced over himself, puzzled. "But there's nothing left to play for."
Lex shoved all his remaining chips into the middle. "There's always you and me."
It would be slow. And then Clark would remove all of Lex's clothes, too. And then it would be the floor, or the bed. And then it would be fast. And… Clark moaned, thinking about the night. He pushed his shorts an inch down and then stopped. Slow. Slow before the fast. He looked at Lex and the promise there in his eyes and couldn't wait for either.
bases from various sources, ask me for details
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