Title: Football Practice
Author: Splatsaule
Email: splatsaule@yahoo.ca
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Coach
Notes: Was going to do this as a fanart, but it didn’t quite workout.
Summary: Clark gets home from football practice, and meets his new coach.
Clark made his way up the solid wood steps, into his loft. Football practice had just ended, and coach Teague had pushed them all to the max. And though his body wasn’t affected the same was as the other players, spending all afternoon running around the field was tiring.
Reaching the top step, Clark dropped the duffle bag holding his football gear on the floor. Turning towards the old, lumpy couch set in the middle of the loft, he stopped, startled to see that he was not the only person up there.
Not only was he startled about the presence of the second person, Clark could only stare at the figure on the couch. The person was sitting, stretched on the couch, both feet resting on the coffee table.
“Lex!?”
It wasn’t the fact that Lex was waiting in his loft that startled him. Clark had lost count of how many times he arrived home to Lex waiting for him in the loft. It was what Lex was wearing.
Or, more what he was not wearing.
Lex was wearing one of Clark’s extra football jerseys. While the oversized shirt enveloped Lex, it left little to the imagination.
And perched on Lex’s head was a red baseball cap, ‘COACH’ stitched in black on the front.
“Oh my God!”
“Hello Clark.”
Green eyes met blue, and then slid down, taking in the marvelous sight before him. The jersey had slid down, revealing a slim neck and shoulder. Lex’s body was hidden by red cloth, but where the jersey ended, long, hairless legs started, ending in perfectly manicured feet. Lex’s pale skin contrasted sharply against the deep reds in the clothes he wore and the couch he was on.
The loose jeans Clark wore were suddenly significantly tighter.
“You’re late.” Lex’s sultry voice floated across the space separating the two of them, snapping Clark out of his staring.
“For what?”
“Football practice.”
“But I just got back from practice.” Clark started.
Lex stood his movements graceful and smooth, drawing Clarks gaze back down to were the jersey ended. Unfortunately for Clark, the shirt was long enough to keep Clark from seeing anything more.
Lex move closer to Clark, almost gliding across the rough wood floor.
“I don’t think so.” Lex whispered, pressing up against Clark. “I’m your Coach, and I say practice hasn’t even started yet.”
I strong had clenched in Clarks plaid shirt, pulling him along, as Lex move back to the couch.
“Really? I guess as the teams Quarterback, it’s important to listen to the teams coach.” The two continued moving back until the back of Lex’s legs met the couch. “So, Coach, should we head outside? The football is in my bag.”
“No. I have a few, special moves that are best practiced inside.”
“Well. You are the Coach after all. What new plays do you have to show me?”
Lex sat, pulling Clark down with him.
“Oh! I think you will like them.”
Their lips met in a heated kiss. Pale hands slid up to clench in thick, chestnut locks, while strong hands curved around his neck and waist.
They continued, time slipping away. Soon Clark’s clothes were in a heap on the floor, and the only thing between them was the jersey.
Clarks hand made its way under the jersey, to find that it was in fact the only thing Lex wore.
“Yes. I think I will.”
With that said, Clark pushed Lex down, onto the couch, covering the older man with his own, larger form.
***Later***
“You know.” Clark whispered into Lex’s ear.
The two men were lying on the couch, Clark’s old wool blanket covering their bodies.
“Mmm?” Came from Lex, were his head rested on Clarks chest.
“The most important thing about football practice is repeating the plays.”
“Really?”
“Yes Coach. I’m not sure I got it exactly right. We should go over it again.” Clark ran his hands down the smooth back, to the curve of Lex’s ass.
“Well, they do say ‘practice makes perfect’.” The smaller man stretched up, lips brushing against Clarks.
“They do indeed.”
END