if wishes were horses
Jan. 5th, 2004 03:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oiranI want to beat my head on a rock.
No, wait.
I want to beat your head on a rock.
No, that's not right either.
I want all living creatures vying to entertain me while I sit here passively and consume the choicest bits.
Yes, that's it. That's exactly right.
No, wait.
I want to beat your head on a rock.
No, that's not right either.
I want all living creatures vying to entertain me while I sit here passively and consume the choicest bits.
Yes, that's it. That's exactly right.
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Date: 2004-01-05 02:01 pm (UTC)You do know that I'm not a virgin though, right?
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Date: 2004-01-05 02:09 pm (UTC)Well, that's debatable, I suppose, but I still remember doing it as Something Important.
Those are some alluring vintage armpits, btw.
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Date: 2004-01-05 03:16 pm (UTC)I put my copy of People with happy-guitarist!MR face down on top of my copy of YM with hat-wearing!TW, so it's like they're kissing.
That's what passes for entertainment in my house.
If that doesn't work for you, have a piece of the fic I can't seem to finish to save my life...
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Lex stands motionless at the top of the stairs and blinks again. He watches as Clark bites his lip and slides sideways, buttons popping open as he goes. Boxers next, he thinks, but no, Clark just flattens his palm over the straining cotton and rubs. His other hand disappears up under the tight white t-shirt, and Lex's fingers squeeze together inside his coat pocket.
He should really say something. It isn't fair to Clark, watching like this. He should just leave.
He wills his feet to turn, wincing at the sharp sting of his own teeth on his lip as Clark's hips rock up and a low moan finds its way to his ears.
"Lex... god, Lex..." And the boxers are gone, finally, and Clark wastes no time. Lex recognizes the rolling tilt of the hips, that circular pattern of shallow thrusts. He knows that rhythm, he's felt it against his body and under his own hand.
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Not exactly entertaining, so please, throw rotten vegetables or something.
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Date: 2004-01-05 03:24 pm (UTC)Give. Me. More. I am a gaping, ravenous maw that needs to be stuffed with LOVE and also porn.
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Date: 2004-01-05 03:43 pm (UTC)---
He's wanted this since the beginning.
Well, almost. The beginning was all shock and groaning metal, panic and the sick creaking of thin bones under his hands.
The second beginning, then. The one that started with a foil and ended with destiny. He watched Lex's hand stroke over the curve of his scalp, glared at the towel that broke the line of his neck. Later that night when his hand slipped under the sheets, he imagined peeling the towel away. He pictured the skin beneath, sweaty and smooth and more naked than anything he'd ever seen, and that was all it took.
He still uses that vision sometimes, when Lex is out of reach, when other fevered memories keep fading pale behind his eyelids.
He's keeping his eyes open for this. Looks down the length of his body, down to where elegant fingers circle the base of his cock, gleaming with lube. A soft squeeze, a twist and a glide, and his cock is slick all the way to the head. The hand disappears, but he can't look higher. Not yet.
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Date: 2004-01-05 04:10 pm (UTC)I think I probably look just as dirty as I really am, but you are a deceptive little person, aren't you?
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Date: 2004-01-05 06:40 pm (UTC)Ergh. Only if you're prepared to wait a very, very long time for it. I still haven't finished Rhi's Summer Fun Challenge. I suck. Also... I'm not familiar with Aimee Mann's music. This might work better if you assign me a song. But only if you don't mind waiting. Seriously. I *suck*. I've only ever finished one challenge story, and that was more an abberation than anything.
I think I probably look just as dirty as I really am
You really do. It's delightful.
but you are a deceptive little person, aren't you?
What, you mean I don't look like someone who walks around with cock on the brain? Damn. I need to work on that.
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Date: 2004-01-05 03:33 pm (UTC)<--ogles
I realize it's not much, lol.
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