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February smutrecs fest!
So I had this idea, a while back, to write a rec list consisting of my favorite story from every fandom I've ever been in. Choosing one story per fandom seemed too challenging, though, so I thought maybe I could pick a month and do one themed rec every day. My "smutrecs fest" is actually a hybrid of these ideas. I decided that the dreary month of February should be brightened with porny story recs. I'm going to take a trip down memory lane to older fandoms, revisit a lot of old Smallville favorites, and recommend some lesser-known Smallville porn as well.
So every day for this month (I hope!) I'm going to recommend (a) one smutty Clex story (b) one other porny story from Smallville, that I'm calling "mystery Smallville recs" because they will sometimes be Clex and sometimes other pairings, including het, slash, and threesomes; and (c) one "blast from the past," a hot story from one of my earlier fandoms (or current non-Smallville fandoms). I'm going to *try* not to repeat authors so there is some variety.
The Clex rec for today is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scribblinlenore's "Questions and Answers."
I *had* to start my smutrecs fest with Lenore, because I basically worship everything she's ever written. In my "really hot porn" folder on my home computer, I have about 100 stories saved, and I think 30 of them are hers. I could do a whole month recommending just her stories--whether you want funny Clex, like "That Old Schizophrenic Jealousy" or "Asset Management, or angry Clex, like "Wired for Action," , or sweet college Clex, like "Taken", or voyeuristic Clex, like "Passionate Productions" , she's got a story for you. I love everything she writes, even when she's writing Clark/Lionel or Lex/Miss Parker , but I love her Clex stories best. Picking one was *very* difficult, and in the end it came down to boywhore! Clark v. boywhore!Lex , and I finally had to go with the latter (even though it is not complete), mostly because of the following:
He rounds the corner and there is the boy and, "Shit!"
He's taken a direct hit from a runaway ballistic missile and flown straight into the heart of a hurricane, but nothing has ever hit him the way it does seeing the kid lounging casually against the brick wall, dressed in a frilly pair of tap pants, pale stockings up to his thighs, high-heeled Mary Janes and nothing else. Clark's mantra gets knocked right out of his head.
The boy smiles. "I was beginning to think you'd given up on our story."
Clark stammers and blushes, proving you really can't take the farm out of the boy, and finally blurts out, "Are you allowed to dress like that in public?"
His smile grows wider. "Don't you like it?" He does a little pirouette.
Clark hears the rush of blood in his ears, feels the parch in the back of his throat.
"Then again, this isn't exactly public. The businesspeople who work the area take turns using this cul-de-sac, and they help each other keep out the non-commercial traffic. Tonight's my night."
The boy approaches, and Clark is frozen to the spot. He tries to turn up the volume on his mantra, but that tape has been hopelessly erased. He makes a feeble attempt to conjure up his mother, his dad, Perry, Lois, the Pope, pointing fingers in judgment, but all he can see is Lex. He presses closer, not quite touching, but Clark can feel the heat coming off his skin, can smell him, clean and young and thrillingly masculine.
"So--" He traces a finger up Clark's arm. Even with the shirt separating their skin, Clark still shivers. "Are you ready to question me?" He watches Clark with a teasing little smile.
Clark earnestly believes in things like truth and justice, the American way, none of which adds up to having sex in a dirty alley with a teenaged prostitute. He sweeps the boy into his arms anyway, pushing him back against the wall.
There's just something about Clark, drawn against his will to do things that are wrong, that just *gets* me. Not to mention how hot Lex is in that scene. I should warn that this story is in her "WIP" files, even though part one is fairly complete in and of itself.
My "Smallville mystery rec" of the day iskhohen1's "So hard it stings," which is Chloe/Clark.
And it is pretty much the hottest Chloe/Clark EVER, in my humble opinion. It is set right after that conversation in "Fanatic" when Clark tells Chloe he's afraid of having sex with Lana, and Chloe volunteers to help him. Out of completely altruistic motives, of course. She starts out with a, umm, visualization exercise for Clark, but soon things become extremely porny. Oh, if onlykhohen1 were writing the show! Because I know they'd never give us onscreen Clex, but they should give us Chlark, dammit, and this is exactly the scene that episode needed!
Here's a little snippet:
"What does Lana do that turns you on? Does she touch you? Does she whisper in your ear? Does she rub her leg between your thighs?”
No. No no no, this was not happening. Clark was not getting an erection from this. Clark was not getting a little dizzy, that familiar itch behind his eyes, just from thinking about Lana’s leg rubbing up against his thigh. “I really think I should…”
“Oooh, wow, Clark, your voice totally dipped into Bedroom Voice territory there,” Chloe says, laughing softly. “So what was it? Her rubbing her leg up against you? Maybe running her nails down your sides? Digging them in just hard enough for it to maybe almost hurt?”
And yeah, so maybe Clark needed to reevaluate this situation, because it’s not like Lana’s ever done those things. And it’s not like he’s ever thought about them, not quite that specifically. But this is turning him on more than he’s allowed himself to be in quite a long while, and he’s got a feeling it’s more than just the mental images. “Chloe, I’m really not comfortable with this.”
“Why, are your jeans too tight?”
Clark’s eyes flew open to catch the tail end of Chloe’s big huge grin. “Chloe!”
“You’re hard, Clark,” she says, pointing her pencil in the direction of his dick, and yeah, he’s not that fond of sharp pointy things being directed in that general vicinity, even if he is invulnerable. “It’s obvious. But this is the plan. This is what was supposed to happen
EDITED TO ADD: Don't just take my word on how good this story is--it won the "I'll be in my bunk" award for best het fiction inoxoniensis's recent porn battle.
Finally, our "blast from the past" for today is a Star Trek: Original Series story.
killabeez's, "Turning Point" (Kirk/Spock)
Killa has a disclaimer on her website that she includes this story on her site mainly for completeness (and rereading it, I would say it suffers a little from epithetism, as you can see in the excerpt below), but I still have a great affection for this one because it was the very first K/S I ever read (after having heard rumors about K/S for years). This story was also the very first time I sent feedback to an author about a smutty story (something I used to be hugely embarassed about: how do you write to someone and say guh, that story made me incoherent with lust? Surely I will sound like a pervert). As I recall, the story started out public (?maybe on usenet?) and then she started a private mailing list, or something like that, to finish posting the story, so I was *forced* to send her an email saying *I love this story, please put me on your email list.* I'm sure that was the extent of the feedback I ever sent.
One thing I love about all of Killa's TOS stories is that she really makes me appreciate Jim Kirk as an object of desire. I love Spock, and I want Spock to have what would make him happy (which is clearly James T. Kirk), but it wasn't until I saw Jim through Spock's eyes, in Killa's stories, that I could ever really appreciate his seductiveness. Also, I really love how this story fanwanks canon in a way that makes it make sense to me: at the end of this story, you suddenly understand *why* Spock suddenly decided to see Kohlinahr. And finally I *love* the lushness of this story, which is set in New Orleans right after the end of the series; it is full of sensual details and has an amazing slow seduction of Spock by Kirk that has a gorgeous dream-like quality, even though the ending is bittersweet.
Here's an excerpt:
The sound of his name in that breathy, intimate voice, the feel of it teasing his ear and throat, sent a wave of shivery electricity all down one side of Spock's body. He was drowning.
"Spock," the human said again, in that rough-soft rasp, "I want to take you somewhere. Where we can be alone." He had to stop, had to swallow against the sudden upsurge of emotion. "But I'm scared to death that if we move from here, you won't let me keep touching you like this." The Vulcan's head moved against the cushion, a tiny, involuntary response. Kirk found Spock's hand, clenched on the seat between them, covered it with his own. "Will you promise me that if I get us out of here, you won't change your mind?"
He waited; after a long hesitation, Spock nodded, once.
So every day for this month (I hope!) I'm going to recommend (a) one smutty Clex story (b) one other porny story from Smallville, that I'm calling "mystery Smallville recs" because they will sometimes be Clex and sometimes other pairings, including het, slash, and threesomes; and (c) one "blast from the past," a hot story from one of my earlier fandoms (or current non-Smallville fandoms). I'm going to *try* not to repeat authors so there is some variety.
The Clex rec for today is
scribblinlenore's "Questions and Answers." I *had* to start my smutrecs fest with Lenore, because I basically worship everything she's ever written. In my "really hot porn" folder on my home computer, I have about 100 stories saved, and I think 30 of them are hers. I could do a whole month recommending just her stories--whether you want funny Clex, like "That Old Schizophrenic Jealousy" or "Asset Management, or angry Clex, like "Wired for Action," , or sweet college Clex, like "Taken", or voyeuristic Clex, like "Passionate Productions" , she's got a story for you. I love everything she writes, even when she's writing Clark/Lionel or Lex/Miss Parker , but I love her Clex stories best. Picking one was *very* difficult, and in the end it came down to boywhore! Clark v. boywhore!Lex , and I finally had to go with the latter (even though it is not complete), mostly because of the following:
He rounds the corner and there is the boy and, "Shit!"
He's taken a direct hit from a runaway ballistic missile and flown straight into the heart of a hurricane, but nothing has ever hit him the way it does seeing the kid lounging casually against the brick wall, dressed in a frilly pair of tap pants, pale stockings up to his thighs, high-heeled Mary Janes and nothing else. Clark's mantra gets knocked right out of his head.
The boy smiles. "I was beginning to think you'd given up on our story."
Clark stammers and blushes, proving you really can't take the farm out of the boy, and finally blurts out, "Are you allowed to dress like that in public?"
His smile grows wider. "Don't you like it?" He does a little pirouette.
Clark hears the rush of blood in his ears, feels the parch in the back of his throat.
"Then again, this isn't exactly public. The businesspeople who work the area take turns using this cul-de-sac, and they help each other keep out the non-commercial traffic. Tonight's my night."
The boy approaches, and Clark is frozen to the spot. He tries to turn up the volume on his mantra, but that tape has been hopelessly erased. He makes a feeble attempt to conjure up his mother, his dad, Perry, Lois, the Pope, pointing fingers in judgment, but all he can see is Lex. He presses closer, not quite touching, but Clark can feel the heat coming off his skin, can smell him, clean and young and thrillingly masculine.
"So--" He traces a finger up Clark's arm. Even with the shirt separating their skin, Clark still shivers. "Are you ready to question me?" He watches Clark with a teasing little smile.
Clark earnestly believes in things like truth and justice, the American way, none of which adds up to having sex in a dirty alley with a teenaged prostitute. He sweeps the boy into his arms anyway, pushing him back against the wall.
There's just something about Clark, drawn against his will to do things that are wrong, that just *gets* me. Not to mention how hot Lex is in that scene. I should warn that this story is in her "WIP" files, even though part one is fairly complete in and of itself.
My "Smallville mystery rec" of the day is
khohen1's "So hard it stings," which is Chloe/Clark.And it is pretty much the hottest Chloe/Clark EVER, in my humble opinion. It is set right after that conversation in "Fanatic" when Clark tells Chloe he's afraid of having sex with Lana, and Chloe volunteers to help him. Out of completely altruistic motives, of course. She starts out with a, umm, visualization exercise for Clark, but soon things become extremely porny. Oh, if only
khohen1 were writing the show! Because I know they'd never give us onscreen Clex, but they should give us Chlark, dammit, and this is exactly the scene that episode needed!Here's a little snippet:
"What does Lana do that turns you on? Does she touch you? Does she whisper in your ear? Does she rub her leg between your thighs?”
No. No no no, this was not happening. Clark was not getting an erection from this. Clark was not getting a little dizzy, that familiar itch behind his eyes, just from thinking about Lana’s leg rubbing up against his thigh. “I really think I should…”
“Oooh, wow, Clark, your voice totally dipped into Bedroom Voice territory there,” Chloe says, laughing softly. “So what was it? Her rubbing her leg up against you? Maybe running her nails down your sides? Digging them in just hard enough for it to maybe almost hurt?”
And yeah, so maybe Clark needed to reevaluate this situation, because it’s not like Lana’s ever done those things. And it’s not like he’s ever thought about them, not quite that specifically. But this is turning him on more than he’s allowed himself to be in quite a long while, and he’s got a feeling it’s more than just the mental images. “Chloe, I’m really not comfortable with this.”
“Why, are your jeans too tight?”
Clark’s eyes flew open to catch the tail end of Chloe’s big huge grin. “Chloe!”
“You’re hard, Clark,” she says, pointing her pencil in the direction of his dick, and yeah, he’s not that fond of sharp pointy things being directed in that general vicinity, even if he is invulnerable. “It’s obvious. But this is the plan. This is what was supposed to happen
EDITED TO ADD: Don't just take my word on how good this story is--it won the "I'll be in my bunk" award for best het fiction in
oxoniensis's recent porn battle. Finally, our "blast from the past" for today is a Star Trek: Original Series story.
killabeez's, "Turning Point" (Kirk/Spock)Killa has a disclaimer on her website that she includes this story on her site mainly for completeness (and rereading it, I would say it suffers a little from epithetism, as you can see in the excerpt below), but I still have a great affection for this one because it was the very first K/S I ever read (after having heard rumors about K/S for years). This story was also the very first time I sent feedback to an author about a smutty story (something I used to be hugely embarassed about: how do you write to someone and say guh, that story made me incoherent with lust? Surely I will sound like a pervert). As I recall, the story started out public (?maybe on usenet?) and then she started a private mailing list, or something like that, to finish posting the story, so I was *forced* to send her an email saying *I love this story, please put me on your email list.* I'm sure that was the extent of the feedback I ever sent.
One thing I love about all of Killa's TOS stories is that she really makes me appreciate Jim Kirk as an object of desire. I love Spock, and I want Spock to have what would make him happy (which is clearly James T. Kirk), but it wasn't until I saw Jim through Spock's eyes, in Killa's stories, that I could ever really appreciate his seductiveness. Also, I really love how this story fanwanks canon in a way that makes it make sense to me: at the end of this story, you suddenly understand *why* Spock suddenly decided to see Kohlinahr. And finally I *love* the lushness of this story, which is set in New Orleans right after the end of the series; it is full of sensual details and has an amazing slow seduction of Spock by Kirk that has a gorgeous dream-like quality, even though the ending is bittersweet.
Here's an excerpt:
The sound of his name in that breathy, intimate voice, the feel of it teasing his ear and throat, sent a wave of shivery electricity all down one side of Spock's body. He was drowning.
"Spock," the human said again, in that rough-soft rasp, "I want to take you somewhere. Where we can be alone." He had to stop, had to swallow against the sudden upsurge of emotion. "But I'm scared to death that if we move from here, you won't let me keep touching you like this." The Vulcan's head moved against the cushion, a tiny, involuntary response. Kirk found Spock's hand, clenched on the seat between them, covered it with his own. "Will you promise me that if I get us out of here, you won't change your mind?"
He waited; after a long hesitation, Spock nodded, once.