ficlets part one...
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Here's the first 3 of 6 ficlets.
It only took three weeks of living in a dorm for Clark to run to Lex's penthouse with his tail between his legs and all of his dirty laundry. Lex's housekeeper had patted his head, stole his dirty laundry and gave him cookies. Lex had just smirked and went back to working on a proposal to take over some company or other. Clark knew Lex had told him when they went to dinner the other night, but Clark hadn't really been listening because he'd been more interested in the gigantic bowl of pasta in front of him.
Lex's penthouse had a lot of perks that the dorm didn't have - like only a few other people living there and no one sharing a room with him. Also food whenever he wanted it and his own bathroom. Plus, and he'd never admit this to his father, but he really liked having access to all of Lex's cars.
Mostly though, Clark really liked being around Lex. It wasn't like back in Smallville when they were always interrupted by meteor mutants or his parents. Here Clark could fall asleep with his head on Lex's shoulder and drool on the Armani and there was no chance of anyone walking in on them. Even Lionel stayed away from the penthouse these days. Clark suspected that was because of Lex's new bodyguards that Clark definitely never thought about naked. Not even once.
Clark did think of Lex naked rather often, but he was pretty sure Lex hadn't noticed. Not even once. Especially since Lex had started dating the daughter of one of Lionel's biggest enemies. She was beautiful and smart and hadn't tried to kill Lex yet which was sadly pretty high up on the list of things Clark looked for in a woman for Lex.
Chloe said it was depressing that Clark thought more about Lex's sex life than his own. Then she would give him ice cream and placate him, saying that Lex would come to his senses one of these days and see what was right in front of his face. And often half-naked in his kitchen eating breakfast before class. Clark didn't really believe her, but he liked ice cream.
It was a Thursday evening and Clark was eating cereal - Froot Loops which Lex refused to consider a food - on the couch. Lex sat down on the couch and took the cereal away before kissing him. Clark made a squeaking sound when Lex tangled a hand in his hair and straddled his lap, working on the buttons of Clark's jeans with his free hand.
Somehow Clark managed to get a hand into Lex's pants as well and before he knew it the two of them were panting on the couch, half-dressed and covered in come. Lex pushed himself up on his elbows, looking content and as rumpled as someone with no hair could look, and said,
"Tell Chloe that she can have your room."
Clark laughed and put his arms around Lex tightly. "Yeah, okay."
They trade off teaching one another. Ronon can handle a knife much better than Lorne can, but he's not as good with round items such as grenades and bombs. Lorne teaches that carefully, on the mainland and far away from the Athosian settlements. Other teams are around somewhere, but deep in the forest, it's just the two of them.
Sometimes it will happen slowly, a teasing dance that leaves Lorne gasping against a tree, Ronon up against his back and biting so roughly on the curve of his jaw. After that, Lorne doesn't care at all if one of the other teams happens open the two of them, Ronon's much larger frame covering Lorne's compact one, their bodies twisting and pushing together.
Other times, the lessons aren't going well and Ronon steps into one of Lorne's traps, brought down by something simple like a tripwire he didn't notice or the knife Ronon gives Lorne doesn't want to fly straight. These days they yell at each other, chest to chest with Lorne's head turned up and Ronon's dreadlocks practically covering his face. It's just a matter of Ronon bending a little more for Lorne to kiss him hungrily and the yelling to stop for a little while.
And then Ronon shows up at Lorne's quarters, his arms spread on the doorframe, eyeing Lorne with a hungry expression on his face. Lorne hesitates for a moment - before now it's only been on the mainland - but he lets Ronon in. Ronon sits on the bed and Lorne straddles his lap, kissing him eagerly.
It's different in a bed, different when they have the time to taste and touch as much as they want, Ronon's fingers trailing over the soft skin of Lorne's inner thighs before he shows that he's got another set of skills that Lorne wants to learn.
Ray had long ago gotten over his embarrassment about going into toy stores with Fraser and Emma. The two of them gravitated towards stuffed animals and Barbies (despite their unrealistic interpretation of women) and left Ray alone in the car section. He spent a lot of time staring a little Matchbox GTOs and the much less attractive Matchbox minivans. He swore up and down that he would never drive one and threw out the brochures Fraser so helpfully left on the kitchen counter.
He always ended up having to go find Fraser and Emma, wincing at all the pink and lace and girly things that his daughter loved. He never understood how a little girl being raised by two men ended up being such a typical girl. This time he found them in the section with minature makeup tables and tea sets. Fraser was settled on the floor across from Emma, a delicate plastic teacup in his hand.
"Hi Daddy!" Emma smiled widely and held up the tea pot. "We're having tea."
"Yes Ray," said Fraser. "Sit down and join us."
Ray rubbed the back of his neck before sitting down on the ground as well. He tried not to think about boy things like baseball and cars and mud and spitting as Emma carefully poured imaginary water into the very pink tea cups both he and Fraser held. She added imaginary cream and sugar to all the cups before picking up her own cup and pretending to take a sip.
"Mm. Good tea." Emma set her cup down and glared at her parents. "Why aren't you drinking your tea?"
Ray immediately brought the cup up to his lips and pretended to sip. "Very tasty. Much better than bark tea."
"I happen to like bark tea," Fraser said primly. He 'sipped' his tea as well before setting it down. "You are excellent at brewing tea, Miss Emma."
Emma giggled and put a hand to her mouth, pretending to blush. "Thank you, Mr. Ben. I learned from my Daddy."
Ray flushed at that, glad that she didn't follow the tea brewing routine he and Fraser had in the morning to the letter. Somehow he suspected the toy store wouldn't appreciate gratuitous groping followed by kissing.
Fraser leaned in a little, holding up his hand to pretend whisper to Emma, "That's part of why I love him."
It only took three weeks of living in a dorm for Clark to run to Lex's penthouse with his tail between his legs and all of his dirty laundry. Lex's housekeeper had patted his head, stole his dirty laundry and gave him cookies. Lex had just smirked and went back to working on a proposal to take over some company or other. Clark knew Lex had told him when they went to dinner the other night, but Clark hadn't really been listening because he'd been more interested in the gigantic bowl of pasta in front of him.
Lex's penthouse had a lot of perks that the dorm didn't have - like only a few other people living there and no one sharing a room with him. Also food whenever he wanted it and his own bathroom. Plus, and he'd never admit this to his father, but he really liked having access to all of Lex's cars.
Mostly though, Clark really liked being around Lex. It wasn't like back in Smallville when they were always interrupted by meteor mutants or his parents. Here Clark could fall asleep with his head on Lex's shoulder and drool on the Armani and there was no chance of anyone walking in on them. Even Lionel stayed away from the penthouse these days. Clark suspected that was because of Lex's new bodyguards that Clark definitely never thought about naked. Not even once.
Clark did think of Lex naked rather often, but he was pretty sure Lex hadn't noticed. Not even once. Especially since Lex had started dating the daughter of one of Lionel's biggest enemies. She was beautiful and smart and hadn't tried to kill Lex yet which was sadly pretty high up on the list of things Clark looked for in a woman for Lex.
Chloe said it was depressing that Clark thought more about Lex's sex life than his own. Then she would give him ice cream and placate him, saying that Lex would come to his senses one of these days and see what was right in front of his face. And often half-naked in his kitchen eating breakfast before class. Clark didn't really believe her, but he liked ice cream.
It was a Thursday evening and Clark was eating cereal - Froot Loops which Lex refused to consider a food - on the couch. Lex sat down on the couch and took the cereal away before kissing him. Clark made a squeaking sound when Lex tangled a hand in his hair and straddled his lap, working on the buttons of Clark's jeans with his free hand.
Somehow Clark managed to get a hand into Lex's pants as well and before he knew it the two of them were panting on the couch, half-dressed and covered in come. Lex pushed himself up on his elbows, looking content and as rumpled as someone with no hair could look, and said,
"Tell Chloe that she can have your room."
Clark laughed and put his arms around Lex tightly. "Yeah, okay."
They trade off teaching one another. Ronon can handle a knife much better than Lorne can, but he's not as good with round items such as grenades and bombs. Lorne teaches that carefully, on the mainland and far away from the Athosian settlements. Other teams are around somewhere, but deep in the forest, it's just the two of them.
Sometimes it will happen slowly, a teasing dance that leaves Lorne gasping against a tree, Ronon up against his back and biting so roughly on the curve of his jaw. After that, Lorne doesn't care at all if one of the other teams happens open the two of them, Ronon's much larger frame covering Lorne's compact one, their bodies twisting and pushing together.
Other times, the lessons aren't going well and Ronon steps into one of Lorne's traps, brought down by something simple like a tripwire he didn't notice or the knife Ronon gives Lorne doesn't want to fly straight. These days they yell at each other, chest to chest with Lorne's head turned up and Ronon's dreadlocks practically covering his face. It's just a matter of Ronon bending a little more for Lorne to kiss him hungrily and the yelling to stop for a little while.
And then Ronon shows up at Lorne's quarters, his arms spread on the doorframe, eyeing Lorne with a hungry expression on his face. Lorne hesitates for a moment - before now it's only been on the mainland - but he lets Ronon in. Ronon sits on the bed and Lorne straddles his lap, kissing him eagerly.
It's different in a bed, different when they have the time to taste and touch as much as they want, Ronon's fingers trailing over the soft skin of Lorne's inner thighs before he shows that he's got another set of skills that Lorne wants to learn.
Ray had long ago gotten over his embarrassment about going into toy stores with Fraser and Emma. The two of them gravitated towards stuffed animals and Barbies (despite their unrealistic interpretation of women) and left Ray alone in the car section. He spent a lot of time staring a little Matchbox GTOs and the much less attractive Matchbox minivans. He swore up and down that he would never drive one and threw out the brochures Fraser so helpfully left on the kitchen counter.
He always ended up having to go find Fraser and Emma, wincing at all the pink and lace and girly things that his daughter loved. He never understood how a little girl being raised by two men ended up being such a typical girl. This time he found them in the section with minature makeup tables and tea sets. Fraser was settled on the floor across from Emma, a delicate plastic teacup in his hand.
"Hi Daddy!" Emma smiled widely and held up the tea pot. "We're having tea."
"Yes Ray," said Fraser. "Sit down and join us."
Ray rubbed the back of his neck before sitting down on the ground as well. He tried not to think about boy things like baseball and cars and mud and spitting as Emma carefully poured imaginary water into the very pink tea cups both he and Fraser held. She added imaginary cream and sugar to all the cups before picking up her own cup and pretending to take a sip.
"Mm. Good tea." Emma set her cup down and glared at her parents. "Why aren't you drinking your tea?"
Ray immediately brought the cup up to his lips and pretended to sip. "Very tasty. Much better than bark tea."
"I happen to like bark tea," Fraser said primly. He 'sipped' his tea as well before setting it down. "You are excellent at brewing tea, Miss Emma."
Emma giggled and put a hand to her mouth, pretending to blush. "Thank you, Mr. Ben. I learned from my Daddy."
Ray flushed at that, glad that she didn't follow the tea brewing routine he and Fraser had in the morning to the letter. Somehow he suspected the toy store wouldn't appreciate gratuitous groping followed by kissing.
Fraser leaned in a little, holding up his hand to pretend whisper to Emma, "That's part of why I love him."
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Date: 2007-04-15 02:30 am (UTC)Happy Birthday!
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Date: 2007-04-15 03:35 am (UTC)YAY! I loved it! I think I said that Clex in college is a soft spot for me and this makes me totally happy. Thank you, hon!
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Date: 2007-04-15 01:47 pm (UTC)Lovely stuff.
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Date: 2007-04-16 03:30 pm (UTC)*tackle hugs you gently* I missss you :(
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Date: 2007-04-16 10:41 pm (UTC)*hugs* I miss you too!!!