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Busy Line
Busy Line
You don’t really know how it came to this, but it has and you can’t stop it now. The first time it happened was an accident. You were busy. When the phone rang, you didn’t answer it, even though it was right there on your bedside table. But your mom did answer it, and she knew you didn’t have anything to do, so when you yelled downstairs that you were too busy to talk, she yelled your entire name and told you to pick up the phone right that instant.
So you did. And then you heard it. The way Lex said your name.
You were already hard, already so damn close, but it still surprised you so much that you dropped the phone when just the sound of Lex’s voice made you come all over your stomach. He asked you if there was something wrong when you got back on the line, and there was something wrong, terribly wrong, only Lex couldn’t help you with it this time.
So you lied like you always did.
When he called again a week later, you answered the phone. You weren’t busy so it wouldn’t be a problem. Only it was. You could feel your face flush when he said your name, and it was just too embarrassing to be in the same room with your mother right at that moment, so you hightailed it to your room and laid down on the bed and tried to pay attention to what Lex was telling you about the plant and how it somehow related to Alexander the Great. About ten seconds before you came you realized that you were rubbing yourself into the bed the way Mrs. Anderson’s poodle did your leg the time you stayed for tea after you delivered her produce.
Somehow it escalated from there.
Every time Lex called you, it happened and you felt so guilty that you stopped spending so much time at the Mansion. But you couldn’t stop taking his calls, and then it wasn’t enough to wait for Lex to call you. It had been days since you last heard his voice and you needed and you couldn’t wait. So you called him. You had been friends for years, and it wasn’t like you’d never called him before.
Only, you’d never called him with a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues laid out on your nightstand. The conversation was kind of awkward, but Lex sounded pleased, if a little surprised to hear from you. You managed to wait three more days before calling again. Then two. You were strict about only calling every other day for months, but then one day, an off day, out of the blue Lex called you.
It was strange that you hadn’t noticed before then, but Lex hadn’t called you in a very long time, and your insides twisted all around. You came twice before he hung up the phone. You think that might have been when you lost control, but it might just as well have been the first time you heard his voice. You’ve never wanted to lose control around anyone else.
You’ve long ago let go of the pretense that you aren’t going to do it again. You actually made it until the handset hit the receiver a couple of times, but it was never quite enough without his voice washing over you. You feel like a pervert sometimes, but you tell yourself it isn’t like that. You aren’t stalking him, or anything. You could just as easily stand out in his yard and look through the walls of the castle and watch him shower if you wanted to, but you don’t. You don’t need to see him to get off, or smell him, or collect him. You just need his voice in your ear and what Lex doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Besides, you care about him, and that makes it alright.
So here you are, lying in bed, perfectly comfortable talking to your best friend on the phone the night before his wedding, jerking off like a pervert in a park.
Lex POV
Author: Abi
Rating: Adult Content
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Length: 690 Words
A/N: Thank you so muchsvmadelyn for the lighting beta and roxymissrose for being my chearleader. Writen for oxoniensis's Writer's Workout Challenge and the phone prompt at sv_flashfiction.
You don’t really know how it came to this, but it has and you can’t stop it now. The first time it happened was an accident. You were busy. When the phone rang, you didn’t answer it, even though it was right there on your bedside table. But your mom did answer it, and she knew you didn’t have anything to do, so when you yelled downstairs that you were too busy to talk, she yelled your entire name and told you to pick up the phone right that instant.
So you did. And then you heard it. The way Lex said your name.
You were already hard, already so damn close, but it still surprised you so much that you dropped the phone when just the sound of Lex’s voice made you come all over your stomach. He asked you if there was something wrong when you got back on the line, and there was something wrong, terribly wrong, only Lex couldn’t help you with it this time.
So you lied like you always did.
When he called again a week later, you answered the phone. You weren’t busy so it wouldn’t be a problem. Only it was. You could feel your face flush when he said your name, and it was just too embarrassing to be in the same room with your mother right at that moment, so you hightailed it to your room and laid down on the bed and tried to pay attention to what Lex was telling you about the plant and how it somehow related to Alexander the Great. About ten seconds before you came you realized that you were rubbing yourself into the bed the way Mrs. Anderson’s poodle did your leg the time you stayed for tea after you delivered her produce.
Somehow it escalated from there.
Every time Lex called you, it happened and you felt so guilty that you stopped spending so much time at the Mansion. But you couldn’t stop taking his calls, and then it wasn’t enough to wait for Lex to call you. It had been days since you last heard his voice and you needed and you couldn’t wait. So you called him. You had been friends for years, and it wasn’t like you’d never called him before.
Only, you’d never called him with a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues laid out on your nightstand. The conversation was kind of awkward, but Lex sounded pleased, if a little surprised to hear from you. You managed to wait three more days before calling again. Then two. You were strict about only calling every other day for months, but then one day, an off day, out of the blue Lex called you.
It was strange that you hadn’t noticed before then, but Lex hadn’t called you in a very long time, and your insides twisted all around. You came twice before he hung up the phone. You think that might have been when you lost control, but it might just as well have been the first time you heard his voice. You’ve never wanted to lose control around anyone else.
You’ve long ago let go of the pretense that you aren’t going to do it again. You actually made it until the handset hit the receiver a couple of times, but it was never quite enough without his voice washing over you. You feel like a pervert sometimes, but you tell yourself it isn’t like that. You aren’t stalking him, or anything. You could just as easily stand out in his yard and look through the walls of the castle and watch him shower if you wanted to, but you don’t. You don’t need to see him to get off, or smell him, or collect him. You just need his voice in your ear and what Lex doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Besides, you care about him, and that makes it alright.
So here you are, lying in bed, perfectly comfortable talking to your best friend on the phone the night before his wedding, jerking off like a pervert in a park.
Lex POV
Author: Abi
Rating: Adult Content
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Length: 690 Words
A/N: Thank you so much
svmadelyn for the lighting beta and roxymissrose for being my chearleader. Writen for oxoniensis's Writer's Workout Challenge and the phone prompt at sv_flashfiction.
