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themeletorEll. I love her, but she is an Evil Geek. Or is that precisely why I love her? Here's for you, babe.
Character: Lex. Dick.
Word: friction.
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Warning: CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. Also, m/m adult sexual content. And language. And no beta.
I AM TYPING THIS STRAIGHT INTO THE UPDATE WINDOW BECAUSE GUESS WHAT I'M ONtwo cups of coffee w/sugar CRACK.
Continuity? Canon? Timeline? Plot?? PFFT. WHO NEEDS 'EM?
Herewego.
Dick hated going to speakers. No, really hated it. Yeah, he was a good student. Pretty much had to be, because, um, Bruce. But outside of that? There were a lot better things he could be doing. Getting pizza. Sleeping. Or -- who was he kidding, anyway -- swooping around Gotham, patrolling with Batman. Basically, a lot of things that weren't attending some random uppity bald (how?) and according to Bruce vaguely suspicious man not a hell of a lot older than Dick was... 's speech. Dick jiggled his leg as he perched -- hah, Robin -- on the back of a seat on the top level of Hudson U's biggest auditorium. Apparently Lex Luthor commanded a pretty high turnout.
But he really didn't look dangerous, except maybe for that little glint that might have happened in his sharp grey eyes every time he looked up and caught Dick fidgeting in -- on -- his seat. The glint made Dick fidget more, especially the few times it was accompanied by half an invisible smirk. Ok so most people considered Dick and Babs an item (even if they weren't really), but ... bald and snarky was looking increasingly attractive.
Which was good, because Attractive Bald and Snarky was looking right at him when he finished his presentation on... whatever, and his eyebrow did this... thing. And he could have shouted it into the podium mic and it wouldn't have been more clear -- as everyone else bumped and bustled out of the auditorium, Dick swung up onto the catwalk, trotted over the swarming hoardes, and slid down the spiral stair rail off stage right.
There wasn't actually a good reason for it. They just... sort of hit eachother. Like two atoms colliding to form a molecule or -- Dick groaned. Too much chem. But then ... whatsisname ... Luthor (Lex? actually sounded weirder than Luthor, so Dick was pretty ambivalent on what he was going to call the guy in his head while they were deep in a game of tonsil-hockey) was, yeah, kissing. Totally the weirdest (and arguably most interesting) post-speech discussion. Hmm.
Lex -- okay, Lex worked -- pulled away and said, "Richard Grayson, right?"
"Uh, yeah." Dick wasn't going to ask how he knew that. Like, how he knew it by sight, across a huge auditorium.
"Bruce Wayne's boy."
Um. "I -- yeah, sure."
Lex's eyebrow -- just the one -- went up in a not-quite-surprised-but-possibly-filing-the-information-away-for-later look, and Dick would have smacked his hand to his forehead if Luthor's face hadn't been... rightthere. Yeah. Talking against Dick's cheekbone. Or maybe that was his ear. "Some people would call that 'champagne taste' Mr. Grayson."
Ooh. That was a shiver, right there. "Mm, yeah?" Dick's hands followed the taper of Lex's suitcoat down to the small of his back and pulled, totally of their own accord, and whoah. Friction. Dick caught his breath, licked his lips, and spoke up again, in a different voice. "I'd call it something else, and save 'champagne taste'... for..." Okay, so he was pushing it a little. A lot. That was a really bad joke, in fact. But hey, who said he had to be wearing the little green shorts to make really bad jokes? No-one who was around at the moment. Dick dropped to his knees and nosed Luthor's trousers open, thinking really hard about not thinking about how they were probably a designer Bruce had in his closet somewhere, too -- and that if he had... just, a second... he could probably figure out exactly which... hell no. He wasn't going to try for that matching game, it was just too sick. Or something. Dick cleared his throat and then filled it back up again.
The technique worked, and Luthor bit the back of his hand for discretion. Dick wanted to see the mark that turned out on that lily-white skin when it was all over. But right now... mmm. Other priorities. He hummed and licked and swallowed and just basically... did his thing. It was appreciated. Lex's other hand carded into Dick's hair and just... stayed there. Didn't push, didn't grab, just sort of held. Dick would have figured Luthor for one to take major control of the situation, but hey. He wasn't arguing. He still didn't know exactly why he was sucking Lex Luthor off just stage right and behind the curtains, but 'if it ain't broke'... you know? He wasn't going to start questioning while he was in the middle of ducking away to jerk Lex off the rest of the way into ... a pile of coiled ropes. And he'd probably feel more guilty about that if he didn't know it was definitely nothing uncommon, offstage in a college theater.
"Hmmm..." Dick licked his palm thoughtfully as he stood and as Lex put himself away. "'Champagne taste' works, I think."
The sharp curve that half of Lex's mouth took was something that... could only look that good on him. Damn. "'Champagne taste' definitely works." Lex straightened his tie and his coat and put out his hand to Dick's clean one. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Grayson." Dick shook his hand and swallowed several wisecracks.
After Luthor was out of the auditorium, Dick heard himself clear his throat but didn't feel it. That was... weird... oh, shit. "Dick." All he wanted, really, was to hide in the orchestra pit and never come out. Ever. Fucking mic/transmitter. Fucking suspicious, paranoid Bruce. Fucking... Batman voice. "We're going to need to talk."
Behold!A bunch Most of that is complete bullshit! Ell, baby, you'd better frickin' like it because... I don't know what I wrote. YAY COFFEE! I'm really, really dangerous on it, you know? Woot.
And my recently acquired Dick!muse is placated. Or possibly encouraged. GOOD SWEET LORD WHAT HAVE I DONE?
Character: Lex. Dick.
Word: friction.
Requested by/gift for:
shrieking_ellWarning: CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. Also, m/m adult sexual content. And language. And no beta.
I AM TYPING THIS STRAIGHT INTO THE UPDATE WINDOW BECAUSE GUESS WHAT I'M ON
Continuity? Canon? Timeline? Plot?? PFFT. WHO NEEDS 'EM?
Herewego.
Dick hated going to speakers. No, really hated it. Yeah, he was a good student. Pretty much had to be, because, um, Bruce. But outside of that? There were a lot better things he could be doing. Getting pizza. Sleeping. Or -- who was he kidding, anyway -- swooping around Gotham, patrolling with Batman. Basically, a lot of things that weren't attending some random uppity bald (how?) and according to Bruce vaguely suspicious man not a hell of a lot older than Dick was... 's speech. Dick jiggled his leg as he perched -- hah, Robin -- on the back of a seat on the top level of Hudson U's biggest auditorium. Apparently Lex Luthor commanded a pretty high turnout.
But he really didn't look dangerous, except maybe for that little glint that might have happened in his sharp grey eyes every time he looked up and caught Dick fidgeting in -- on -- his seat. The glint made Dick fidget more, especially the few times it was accompanied by half an invisible smirk. Ok so most people considered Dick and Babs an item (even if they weren't really), but ... bald and snarky was looking increasingly attractive.
Which was good, because Attractive Bald and Snarky was looking right at him when he finished his presentation on... whatever, and his eyebrow did this... thing. And he could have shouted it into the podium mic and it wouldn't have been more clear -- as everyone else bumped and bustled out of the auditorium, Dick swung up onto the catwalk, trotted over the swarming hoardes, and slid down the spiral stair rail off stage right.
There wasn't actually a good reason for it. They just... sort of hit eachother. Like two atoms colliding to form a molecule or -- Dick groaned. Too much chem. But then ... whatsisname ... Luthor (Lex? actually sounded weirder than Luthor, so Dick was pretty ambivalent on what he was going to call the guy in his head while they were deep in a game of tonsil-hockey) was, yeah, kissing. Totally the weirdest (and arguably most interesting) post-speech discussion. Hmm.
Lex -- okay, Lex worked -- pulled away and said, "Richard Grayson, right?"
"Uh, yeah." Dick wasn't going to ask how he knew that. Like, how he knew it by sight, across a huge auditorium.
"Bruce Wayne's boy."
Um. "I -- yeah, sure."
Lex's eyebrow -- just the one -- went up in a not-quite-surprised-but-possibly-filing-the-information-away-for-later look, and Dick would have smacked his hand to his forehead if Luthor's face hadn't been... rightthere. Yeah. Talking against Dick's cheekbone. Or maybe that was his ear. "Some people would call that 'champagne taste' Mr. Grayson."
Ooh. That was a shiver, right there. "Mm, yeah?" Dick's hands followed the taper of Lex's suitcoat down to the small of his back and pulled, totally of their own accord, and whoah. Friction. Dick caught his breath, licked his lips, and spoke up again, in a different voice. "I'd call it something else, and save 'champagne taste'... for..." Okay, so he was pushing it a little. A lot. That was a really bad joke, in fact. But hey, who said he had to be wearing the little green shorts to make really bad jokes? No-one who was around at the moment. Dick dropped to his knees and nosed Luthor's trousers open, thinking really hard about not thinking about how they were probably a designer Bruce had in his closet somewhere, too -- and that if he had... just, a second... he could probably figure out exactly which... hell no. He wasn't going to try for that matching game, it was just too sick. Or something. Dick cleared his throat and then filled it back up again.
The technique worked, and Luthor bit the back of his hand for discretion. Dick wanted to see the mark that turned out on that lily-white skin when it was all over. But right now... mmm. Other priorities. He hummed and licked and swallowed and just basically... did his thing. It was appreciated. Lex's other hand carded into Dick's hair and just... stayed there. Didn't push, didn't grab, just sort of held. Dick would have figured Luthor for one to take major control of the situation, but hey. He wasn't arguing. He still didn't know exactly why he was sucking Lex Luthor off just stage right and behind the curtains, but 'if it ain't broke'... you know? He wasn't going to start questioning while he was in the middle of ducking away to jerk Lex off the rest of the way into ... a pile of coiled ropes. And he'd probably feel more guilty about that if he didn't know it was definitely nothing uncommon, offstage in a college theater.
"Hmmm..." Dick licked his palm thoughtfully as he stood and as Lex put himself away. "'Champagne taste' works, I think."
The sharp curve that half of Lex's mouth took was something that... could only look that good on him. Damn. "'Champagne taste' definitely works." Lex straightened his tie and his coat and put out his hand to Dick's clean one. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Grayson." Dick shook his hand and swallowed several wisecracks.
After Luthor was out of the auditorium, Dick heard himself clear his throat but didn't feel it. That was... weird... oh, shit. "Dick." All he wanted, really, was to hide in the orchestra pit and never come out. Ever. Fucking mic/transmitter. Fucking suspicious, paranoid Bruce. Fucking... Batman voice. "We're going to need to talk."
Behold!
And my recently acquired Dick!muse is placated. Or possibly encouraged. GOOD SWEET LORD WHAT HAVE I DONE?
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Date: 2005-11-09 11:24 pm (UTC)omgwtf ADDH sexaholic dick is orgasmic (haha, i made a funny >.<) seriously, your bouncy!ADDH narrative is awesome. (more? moremoremoremoremoremoreomore?)
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Date: 2005-11-10 06:30 am (UTC)hee hee, thank you.
(I need a better robin icon. or a few.)
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Date: 2005-11-10 10:13 am (UTC)re:robin icons, I was looking at
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Date: 2005-11-11 08:23 am (UTC)BATSUI!!!
(see? ADHD.)
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Date: 2005-11-09 11:29 pm (UTC)That was a cute story, even if I had no freak'n idea what was going on. (I've never watched an episode of Smallville)... But it's not so much of a jump from one fandom to the next. The whole Superman universe is centered in Metropolis, right? Sister city to Gotham so far as I'm concerned.
The end of course made me laugh evilly, but what really killed me was "bald and snarky". I've got this frightening image of Patrick Stewart in my head... but he's really not so bad, actually.. mmm.. Patrick Stewart.. lovely voice...
Where was I? Oh right. Awesome ficlet. But more importantly... Huzzah for coffee!
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Date: 2005-11-10 06:33 am (UTC)you noticed that, too, huh?
yep. some people put Metropolis and Gotham right next to each other; some people separate them. it's DC. nothing's for certain.
yay bald and snarky. and yay batman. who is not bald... but it batman. mm.
thank you! and yay coffee!
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Date: 2005-11-10 04:41 am (UTC)but the very best part of all is so this:Fucking... Batman voice. "We're going to need to talk."
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
*LOVE*
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Date: 2005-11-10 06:52 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it! such total crack! woohoo! eyebrow! I have major problems.
.......see, BATMAN MAKES EVERYTHING FUNNY. YAY BATMAN.
*love*
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Date: 2005-11-10 10:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-10 05:02 pm (UTC)Of course, I'm now gonna be cracking up anytime anyone mentions gardening, but that's the price one pays, ain't it?
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Date: 2005-11-10 07:42 am (UTC)Batman voice means trouuuuble! Unless of course, you're far too busy having spasmy-laughing fits on the floor like somebody on the other end of this keyboard, but then that would probably just get you in MORE trouble with Batman and, and...I think your coffeeness is contagious.
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Date: 2005-11-10 07:58 am (UTC)OBEY THE COFFEE. I wonder when it's finally gonna wear off. or did I drink more this morning. I don't remember.
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Date: 2005-11-22 01:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-10 10:32 am (UTC)Guh.
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Date: 2005-11-11 08:16 am (UTC)and Dick makes everything porny.
which is why they're ... what they are. *eyebrows*
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Date: 2005-11-11 04:22 pm (UTC)Having a serious heart to heart about the merits of hooking up as a threesome with Lex Luthor?
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Date: 2005-11-11 04:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-10 05:04 pm (UTC)You're gonna have to write a sequel now. And reveal whether or not Lex & Bruce share a taste in designers' clothing ;-)
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Date: 2005-11-11 08:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-10 06:59 pm (UTC)MY LOVE FOR YOU RUNS LIKE A LOVELY RIVER OF LOVING LOVE!
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Date: 2005-11-11 08:18 am (UTC)OH YAY GOOD.
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Date: 2005-11-11 02:00 pm (UTC)YAAAY!
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Date: 2005-11-11 03:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-22 01:11 pm (UTC)Love the last paragraph.
Oh, the joys of caffeine.