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So today is WIP Amnesty Day. Appropriately enough, I have a brand-new work-in-progress to share -- not because I don't have enough other WIPs; boy, do I ever have more than enough -- but this one was actually started in the wee hours of this morning. It shows no signs of getting finished anytime soon, though, if ever.

Some people write sequentially: they start at the beginning of a story and write through the middle all the way to the end. Occasionally I even do this. But typically I start in the middle somewhere, or at the end, or at several different points at once. This can make sharing a story as it's being written difficult.

This story? I know how it ends. I've written the end. But I have no idea how it starts or what comes in between. Fortunately, it looks like it's probably meant to be mainly or purely smut, so there's no crucial plot for the reader to be missing out on. I think.

( untitled Bruce/Dick smut )

The rundown on the rest of my WIPs will appear in a forthcoming post.

some other WIPs and some actual finished stories here

I caught part of the original Revenge of the Nerds movie yesterday. It was giving me all kinds of Gilbert/Lewis ideas even before the scene where they shower together. For some reason, this is what I wrote instead.

( Flip )

you know you want to read another story

I was supposed to write about 1.5k of NaNoZombiefic yesterday, and do... another thing, for Te. But stuff happened, and I didn't get nearly as far with either as I'd intended.

Plus, this story mugged me... ( random S&M fic that possessed the Jack in chat last night )

Yeah. See, it all started when...

( and you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here? )

...And then a few minutes later, I suddenly found myself writing it anyway.

other writing, mostly more finished and almost invariably more normal

I'm definitely leaning towards "Ruby-Throated" for a title, especially since

slodwick saw fit to manip me such a gorgeous cover. It gets considerably more smutty here, though they still aren't quite naked. Lex is taking his sweet time.

( more )

Thanks again to my audiencers, and if I've left anyone out, do please thwap me. I promise to get Lex past third base. Eventually. He and I are making this up as we go along.

not quite finished yet, as I reached my "eep! must get offline NOW" point, too. sorry, erica -- will get back to it asap, which unfortunately will still be at minimum 4 hours from now. edit: still not finished. sigh. mulling "Ruby-Throated" for a title.

( needs title... and an ending )

thanks to

pearl_o for the concept and push- er, enabling; to Jess

dammitcarl for saving the story from oblivion when AIM laid down Murphy's law on me; and to them, Val

grrleloquence,

slodwick,

isilya, Caro

linabean, and

jcalanthe for audiencing me through this far.

Current Mood: rushed

Apparently my writer's block is clearing up, cos here's another story done and ready to go. In another recent trend, this is all

seperis Jenn's fault -- no, really, it's a flashback for her latest epic, for which she requires much stalking and prodding from all her fans.

It's also

grrleloquence Val's birthday present, or the part of it she's getting close to her actual birthday, anyway. It was actually yesterday, and I missed it cos I suck and wasn't paying attention. Happy Birthday, Val! Mwah!

And, if I can cajole her into accepting it at this late date, it's also part of Kassie's Crayola Challenge.

Finally, this will be posted to the SSA once it's back up, hopefully soon.
edit: Archived. Follow the link for the final version.

( Greenlit )

other fic in my LJ

Okay, I have an extra 3 minutes, so y'all get some Jackficlet after all.

The first section of this can be found here.

Moving closer, Clark wrapped his arms around Lex, pressing himself against the silkily loose skin of Lex's back, blanketing him with his body in a way that emphasised his nakedness instead of hiding it. He pressed a kiss to Lex's shoulder, dipped his forehead down to cover the spot. Lex's left hand came up to fix itself around Clark's forearm, squeezing once, then just holding it against his chest. A faint tickle teased the skin exposed between Lex's fingers in time with the rhythmic rise of Lex's shoulderblades against his chest, the way Clark's own exhalations must be teasing down his back.

They stood that way awhile, minutes he neither bothered nor wanted to count, before Lex raised Clark's arm, kissing his knuckles before letting both limbs drop. Gently, almost coaxing, he turned Lex around with a hand on one shoulder, and felt a smile warm his own face at the sight of Lex's. He touched his lips to Lex's temple, brushed them along lines across Lex's forehead that were faded almost to invisibility in repose.

Lex stayed silent as Clark kissed away the line that pinched itself between his eyebrows, lingering first over the scar in the right brow that had given Lex his first silver hairs a lifetime ago, then across to the single still-new white hair, on the opposite side, that had been put there by time instead of trauma. Lex's breath caught as Clark traced the softness and the one novel coarse strand with his tongue, and Clark felt him about to pull away, so he broke the contact instead, capturing Lex's gaze with his own. The grey eyes were unchanged, full of fire and mystery as the day they'd met.

Resisting the urge to tell Lex how beautiful he was, the words sounding too silly even inside his head, he let his fingers say it instead, tracing the altered yet familiar contours of Lex's face, the curves of lips that parted at his touch. Clark's fingers slipped down to tease Lex's collarbone, and the parted lips were an invitation, tempting him in, but Clark's mouth found the lines graven beside them instead. Cupping Lex's neck in both hands, Clark tilted his head back to lave an open-mouthed kiss to the slightly slackened flesh along Lex's jaw that, in just a few more years, would develop into defined, distinguished jowls. Lex found his voice at that, saying "don't" again, but Clark just shook his head and moved his mouth to Lex's, letting that be his answer for the moment.

PS Kitty put me in the acknowledgments for "Freak"! I nub Kitty.

other ficlets

Evil smut bunny!

I am being plagued, beset, tormented by a Clex (Clark/Lex, for the non-smooshing section) smut bunny. My mind's eye keeps playing this image, over and over:

Clark, naked, spread out on Lex's low-slung armchair. Lex, on his knees between Clark's legs, rubbing his cheeks and lips and brow over the fine, dark hairs of Clark's stomach, thighs and groin; inhaling deep draughts of Clark's scent where that hair holds and releases its muskiness; licking away the sweat that dampens the soft curls. But mostly he just turns and dips and rolls his head, feeling Clark from every angle, his own smooth hairlessness against the varying textures of Clark's hair. Eventually he brings a hand up from Clark's thigh to wrap around his erection, stroking lazily while he mouths Clark's balls and tongues the loose skin surrounding them. He's in no hurry, but Clark's body isn't so patient, and abruptly Lex is graced with the world's least necessary scalp conditioning treatment.

I know what you're thinking. What the heck is wrong with having that image in your head, Jack? Have you taken a blow to the head recently? I'll tell you what's wrong with it: I can't write the dang thing. I can describe it, obviously, but that image is worth at least a scene, if not a story, not a mere, measly paragraph. I've tried to write it, too, and it just laughs at me and slips through my numb and butter-fingered grasp. (No, that's not actually butter. Shush.) It's probably just as well, since I still need to beat my two Crayola fics into shape and finish Tham's fisting!Lex story, not to mention the rest of my WIPs that are, at least in theory, closer to the front than the back burners. I don't need yet another bit of fic to add to the pile. If, however, someone else were to flesh (heh) out this insistent little image? I'd be ever so grateful.

Meanwhile, to comfort myself, I fired up my good ol' link to the sublime remix version of All Your Base Are Belong To Us, complete with photomanip video. (Though actually a couple of those are staged, or combinations of staged and Photoshopped, more power to the artists.) Once upon a time I even did my own AYB manip... and I'd show y'all, but there's a naked minor in frame, and unlike some people I really do look horrible in prison orange.

Sigh. Naturally it's not enough to distract me from images of Clark and Lex; now they're just gen images of Clark showing up in the library where Lex is relaxed before his laptop, watching, and Clark asking what's up with the weird music.

"For great justice, Clark. Come on, sit down and I'll start it from the beginning for you."

(Of course Lex has seen it. Lex is a nerd. Or geek, if you prefer. And really, there should be a 'move zig' question on any so-called geek test.)

Incidentally, if you've somehow never seen and/or heard it, click here now for the wacky techno goodness. And hey, click even if you have. Hasn't it been too long?

Take off every 'zig'!

Current Music: Invasion of the Gabber Robots -- The Laziest Men on Mars

A new story, because I don't have enough WIPs. Heh. Okay, more because challenges make for such irresistible plot-bunnies. Also, for a change, it's not Clark/Lex, as requested by the challenger. Not sure yet whether I'll put actual sex in it or just tease. Though I know how that usually turns out.

Notes:

For Kassie's Crayola Challenge (see here for a list of colour names).

A little stop on the journey from the boy who lost his mother to the man we glimpsed at Club Zero.

I was in the Isles in April 95, and it was in fact so sunny my fair-complected companion got a sunburn. In ten days it only rained once.

( Apricot )

obligatory link to the rest of my LJ ficlets and WIPs

The bad news is, I'm blocked on Close. In not-so-bad news, Lex hit me with one flashback and one kitten-execution for Taffy, my SV magnum opus; but I doubt I'll put up any excerpts from it until it's much nearer completion, if at all. In better news, I had been blocked altogether, and letting Lex get his inner sappy romantic out seems to have broken that. The good news is, I had another fic visitation at the border of sleep, and got up and typed it out. I'm finding it odd that all these things seem to come three paragraphs at a time.

Anyway, here's the latest. Still on the happyfic side, but not as unrelievedly sugary.

( early one morning in the late 2040s )

Because I hate hunting back through page after page for that one little fic snippet, too: a link to all my LJ ficlets.

So Lex comes to me and says, Jack, Jack, Jack. What were you thinking, saying you couldn't write happyfic? I glared at him. Lex, I said, when have you ever come to me with a happy story to tell? You're Lex. You do angst like it's going out of style. And he just grinned and whispered in my ear.
( what Lex whispered )

Sometimes Lex is just a big softie. Hey, he made me say it.

Edited to Add: I did actually expand this after all! It's now complete and called True Love and Falsehood.

And you all thought Bo/Bessie was an empty threat? If only. But wileykit666 had to keep angling for both "Full Spectrum" and "Close" and the following tidbit just... typed itself, using my hands and keyboard and internet connection to appear in a post on the TWoP Recs thread. It disturbs me beyond the telling of it that I can apparently only write this in serious mode, even if a sillyfic version would be only slightly less scary. On the bright side, I seem to have scared myself out of being able to continue; but don't push it. You've been warned.

Jonathan had always wanted to own cows. The sound of their lowing carrying over the fields calmed him like nothing else. Sometimes, between one farm chore and another, he would walk through the herd just to breathe in their earthy, musky smell.

Current Mood: I squicked myself!

D is set on becoming a mendhi artist. Which is why I now have a faint tan blotch on my chest; cheap henna is a waste of money.

Eventually I'll make myself a separate website. I think. I'm just fed up with free hosts that go under. I've now lost 4 sites that way, and it's put a serious crimp in my desire to recreate the old ones. Especially after I moved Violet Letters twice and then bloody Lycos booted it in a fit of homophobia.

So let me get round to the reason I got into this blogging thing: my latest slash obsession. I have an ungodly number of half-written Smallville fics, still. The serious one that looks like I'll finish it first... well, after And the Sailor, Home from the Sea and The Utterly Perfect Murder it seems too serious, I think. So I've decided to make myself write and post some smut, first.

The problem is, twice this past week, when I went to bed, Clex porn started writing itself in my head. I got up both times and wrote out as far as the actual words went, then went back to sleep. I could go with either one, but I can't choose which.

So here they are. Vote for the one you want to see first (if you say both, I swear I'll write Bo/Bessie).

( Full Spectrum; Close )