Smutrecs fest day 4

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Today's Clex rec is Kat Reitz and Tzigane's "Last Buns of Krypton"

This is a hilarious yet *extremely* smutty AU in which Clark put himself through college working as a porn clerk, with a little sideline of starring in porn films. Even though he's now at the Daily Planet, he still works weekends in the porn shop. He meets Lex first as a customer who rents all of his movies, and then decides to seduce him after interviewing him for the Planet. Parts of this story are laugh-out-loud funny, like when the authors start using lots of euphemisms for "cock," but I also thought this story actually captured a particular style of gay porn writing that I encountered a lot on the alt.sex.stories.gay.male archive, before they charged you for access for it. Sometimes when I'm feeling in the mood for that sort of story I'll reread this.

Here's an excerpt:

He'd been floating outside of the LeXCorp penthouse for almost forty-five minutes. It had been almost boring, watching through the walls as the man himself had eaten dinner, done a little light reading, flipped on lights here and turned them off there. Luthor had poured a drink, fiddled about a bit with a Gameboy and was just now coming naked out of the shower to snuggle himself into bed.

Who knew Lex Luthor had an ass like THAT!? How Clark had resisted looking at it earlier in the day was impossible to know.

It was a tight, full thing, firmly sculpted and fully deserving of being molded and made into a sextoy for lonely gay men. It was sad that he liked titties, Clark decided as he watched the man turn down his bed. He turned when he did that, and without knowing it gave Clark a good look at the pretty soft cock that hung down between his legs.

Luthor slept in the nude, it looked like. He wasn't sure what good it would do Lois to know that, and he wasn't sure he'd ever share it.

He might come back to pull the peeping Tom act a little more often, though.

Clark was so busy looking at the man that he didn't even notice the doors of an armoire sliding open with the touch of a remote, not until Luthor had climbed into the bed and was pointing the thing at the television. Maybe he liked to watch the news before he slept, or maybe...

"FUCK me!" Clark yelped, and then clapped both hands over his mouth as if he might get caught.

Gay porn, carefully selected from the 5 disc dvd changer that was attached to the expensive plasma screen. Not just any gay porn, though, but the opening -- and particularly lame -- credits of Man of Steel 6.

And while that played, Luthor pulled a dildo out of a rubbermaid container beneath the bed, and a tube of lube. He didn't do anything with the dildo yet, just shifted the sheets out of the way with the heels of his feet, and idly fondled his cock with his agile left hand.

Oh, God, oh, God. Superman was suddenly flying around with a hard cock. A swollen appendage of pulsing manmeat in a way that very few men could ever imagine.

The button popped off his jeans and embedded itself in the side of the building....The dildo that laid beside Luthor on the bed was a purple vibrator, and with his eyesight, Clark could tell it was the C.K. model. Too too much of a coincidence. And Lex was definitely enjoying what he was watching onscreen, because he drew one leg up to his chest and was starting to fingerfuck lubricant into his ass, eyes intent on the screen.

Where the Man of Steel was getting his cock sucked off by two pretty boys at once.

Superman was going home with cumstained jeans, at this rate.




Today's Smallville mystery rec is acampbell's "What a Girl Wants" (Clark/Alicia, Clark/Lex).
http://acampbell.livejournal.net/196555.html

Post-"Obsession," Clark and Lex have a little conversation about Alicia's obsession and the proper way to please a woman. During the course of this, Lex also shows Clark how to please a man. This hits a couple of my my favorite kinks: verbalized sexual fantasies and Lex mentoring Clark sexually.

"Maybe Alicia could have shown you. Or I could give you a few pointers."

Lex raised his eyebrows and waited. Clark couldn’t bring himself to say "Okay", but he nodded.

"You should have reached down, between her legs, made sure she was warm and wet. You could have touched her clit, rubbed it in circles just like this. She’d melt for you if you did that, squeaked and then moaned in that lispy, little-girl voice of hers. Then let your fingers slide down and stretch her. Put them to your mouth and licked them, then, then kissed her and let her taste herself in your mouth. Lifted her up a little, far enough so she could slide down on your cock. Because I know you had to be hard by then, Clark. Your big, beautiful cock." He kneaded Clark’s crotch and blew a warm breath in his ear.

Clark tried to keep his heartbeat steady without success. He opened his mouth, but his answer was only a ragged gasp. He sank a little further down on the leather seat, his breaths growing fast and shallow as he pushed up into the warmth of Lex’s palm.

Lex, face half-buried in Clark’s neck, just kept talking. Clark could feel the motion of his lips like a caress, the occasional dart of his tongue like cool fire. "If you wanted to take the edge off for her first, you could have flipped her over on her back, put both your hands on each side of her, and leaned in to kiss her, mouth open, of course. Just like this." Lex demonstrated the correct technique, earning Clark’s undivided attention. "But before that, if you wanted, and if you think she wanted, you could have gone down on her, put your full lips on her pussy and licked her, dipped your tongue in her juices and tasted how wet she was. Eaten her, sucked her till she came crying your name, except that your parents were probably within screaming distance," Lex stretched up again to whisper in Clark’s ear. "So that might not have been the best idea."





Today's Blast from the past rec is from Star Trek: Voyager.

flambeau's Too dear for my possessing" (Tom Paris/Harry Kim)

One of the hardest things about making the rule that I would recommend different people every day was deciding when to recommend some of my favorite multifandom authors. flambeau has written some of my favorite short stories (porny and nonporny) in a number of fandoms, like "Gardening at Night"(Star Wars: The Phantom Menace) and Something Wicked (Highlander/X-files). And that's not even mentioning her amazing Mulder/Krycek epic "Ghosts," which is available here. But I finally decided to rec one of her Paris/Kim stories, because it was only because of her amazing writing skills that I read Voyager at all.

Voyager was a big disappointment to me, as a lifelong Trek fan--I *never* got into the actual show because I wasn't interested in any of the character as I saw them onscreen--but Torch and some other writers in the fandom managed to persuade me differently, at least within the boundaries of their stories.

"Too Dear for my possessing" is a lovely Paris/Kim story. It starts out with a lot of very steamy sex, but then Harry becomes worried, because if the sex is *this* good, it can't really be love, can it? And can playboy Tom really love an innocent ensign? Meanwhile, Tom is convinced he's unworthy of love, and takes the smallest signal as a sign that Harry doesn't want him. There's miscommunication, breakup, and angst, but in the classic romance tradition, we never doubt the happy ending. Here's an excerpt:

He made a move to turn over, but a light touch made him stop. Tom's lips in the small of his back, Tom's hands stroking his legs. The kisses moved lower with slow determination. No, no, he couldn't mean to-- Harry stiffened, then jumped when Tom pinched him, and as he relaxed again from the surprise of it Tom pushed his legs apart and cupped his ass cheeks in both hands and kissed him again right there, and Harry would have died of embarrassment, except that he started moaning instead and spread his legs even wider.

So this was what it felt like, he thought, amazed. It was so intimate, and so strange, and almost unbearably arousing. "Tom," he tried to whisper but his voice wouldn't work properly. Tom was teasing him, licking and sucking very gently and then Harry felt Tom reach out, and he knew by now what that thick cool substance on his heated skin was.

Oh, god, he thought a bit desperately, I'm lying face down on my bed with Tom Paris licking chocolate mousse off my ass. And he'd never even dreamed that anything like this would happen, and he was hard as hell again, terrified and shivering in anticipation of what would happen. When Tom slowly pushed a finger into him Harry was too far gone to make even a token protest. He just whimpered. Tom's clever tongue was still caressing him wetly, and then Tom added another finger and Harry yelped out loud as something inside him caught fire.

He bucked his hips against the delicious pressure and felt Tom's kisses wander back up his spine again. Tom's fingers slid in and out, and Tom bit his ear lobe and whispered, "Harry? I want to fuck you, Harry." Oh god, those fingers, he was going to go crazy. "But you have to tell me you want it. I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"Mm," Harry said incoherently, then realized that Tom was waiting for a more verbal reply. As if Harry could talk right now... as if Harry could even think right now... "Please," he managed to get out, one of the few words his mind seemed to remember. "Oh please, do it..."