Crazygenius by jessica
Notes: for Bex, who has a little thing for the Clethan.
Ethan's pacing, making Clark wonder if his manic bursts of energy are symptoms of something more. Geniuses are supposed to be insane, right? Ethan isn't quite a genius, but he writes better when he's like this. Or when he's trying to get Clark into bed, singing in his ear, raspy after too many cigarettes.
"You're crazy. You do know this, right?"
Their one bedroom is tiny to begin with, and Ethan can't ignore Clark on the bed that dominates the room. He looks at Clark until he's finished arguing with himself, then pounces on the bed, barely missing the open pizza box.
"You wouldn't have me any other way."
He pushes Clark's shirt up and drags his tongue across the ridges of muscles.
"You're really not going to sign?" Clark asks, his voice wavering under the warm wetness. "Because you think he likes me?"
"He wants to fuck you," Ethan says, ever-present jealousy coating his words.
Clark's laughs gets caught in his throat when Ethan puts a hand on his cock. He pushes Clark's pants and underwear down, just a bit, and pulls him out. His hand is warm, but not enough. Ethan just holds Clark's cock, giving the head a teasing lick.
"Just do it, Ethan," Clark groans, his hands grasping at Ethan's hair.
He looks up, and smirks. He hears Clark, but he won't obey. Ethan leaves Clark lying hard and continues the tease upward.
Ethan's always writing - waking Clark up with a perfect melody, or jumping out of the shower with just the right word. With his tongue on Clark's stomach, Ethan writes the words to every love song he knows, and some he hasn't written yet.
He throws a leg over and settles low on Clark's stomach. Clark pulls off his shirt and then Ethan's. He cups his hand at the back of Ethan's head and drags him down for a kiss. With his tangled grip in Ethan's curls, Clark guides him, stroking their tongues together. Ethan matches him, rubbing on Clark's stomach, then back on Clark's cock.
Clark speeds them up, leading with a frantic press of his tongue. The bed is shaking with their every movement, and as much as he's enjoying himself, Clark wants to finish before the pizza lands, facedown, on the floor.
"What is this?" he asks Ethan. "All because of some guy and a card?"
Ethan comes, sticky against his stomach. "Nah. This is 'cause I'm in love with you."
04/14/03