No, I'm not having a terribly productive day or anything -- this fic was actually written in July while I was visiting sparktastic in London, and I just remembered to retrieve it from her laptop today.

She wanted boarding school uniform smut.  So I turned to the long-dead (RIP) Excelsior WiP... and all you need to know is that Lex is 15 and his boyfriend is a total blond slut who is, of course, beautiful.

Rating: NC-17
Characters: Lex, Phillip
Summary: Silk panties, knee socks, and two boys.
A/N: Yay for porn-on-demand!



“I hope you realize,” Lex said, with an air of great injury, “that if you ever tell anyone about this – even a *word* -- I’ll have you murdered.”  There, that had a nice ring to it, brought in an air of authority with the implication that Lex didn’t even have to dirty his own hands with the task, and it certainly didn’t betray any inkling of the faint excitement that was buzzing just underneath his skin.

But Phillip made no reply, only moving around the room behind Lex in a way that made Lex instinctively scan the wall in front of him for any dimly reflective surface, even a glossy poster, in which he might catch a glimpse of Phillip and thus prepare himself for what was about to happen.  But the walls were blank institutional white, and Phillip was somehow producing soft lacy wing noises that were making Lex’s ears feel hot.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Lex said, hoping to deflect attention from his reddening neck and ears.

Phillip laughed, a low and delicious sound that Lex had never heard before in Phillip’s repertory of noises, and Lex had thought he’d heard them all.  The laugh lilted up a little near the end, suggestive and inviting, and close on its heels, the invitation arrived.  “You can look now.”

Lex didn’t really like the way that was phrased – as though he was the one who wanted to look, when really it was Phillip who wanted to be looked at.  But even as Lex pondered this injustice, he was pulling his legs up under him and pivoting on the bed.

Oh.

Oh, *Christ*.

On the bed opposite, Phillip sat, knees together, calves tucked up and to the side so that his heels rested coyly and snugly under his bottom.  One hand was fingering the top button of Phillip’s shirt, and the other was planted on the mattress for balance, elegant fingers splayed tan on white.  Covering Phillip’s thighs, and yet not covering them nearly enough, was the pleated fall of a black watch tartan skirt, the hem of which was slightly rucked up to accommodate two slender and bare-skinned knees which turned into the curve of calves, which fell into the white neat lines of knee socks.  Phillip’s toes were flexing a little inside the pristine socks, stretching and curling.

Lex’s eyes followed the curve of Phillip’s ass under the tartan kilt, up to the blousy, patently unrevealing and yet annoyingly translucent side of Phillip’s short-sleeved white button-up shirt.  But the shirt had little darts in the side, and Phillip was miraculously making good use of them, shifting as Lex stared so that the buttons in the middle of the blouse strained a little, just visible under the slightly-askew black watch school tie.

And Phillip’s face – Lex tried not to look, feeling oddly embarrassed for Phillip’s sake – but he couldn’t stop his eyes from taking it in, it was so strange and pretty.  Soft feathery eyeliner framed Phillip’s gray eyes, and his lips were coated in something shiny and wet, making his mouth look exactly like it did when he had just finished blowing Lex.  Lex had expected full proper drag, a wig and false eyelashes and a badly-tied scarf to conceal a male larynx, but Phillip’s hair looked much as it always did, only a little smoother, and his face was Phillip’s face, except more exotic.

“What do you think?” Phillip asked, sounding oddly uncertain.

“What are you wearing underneath?” Lex asked, unable to cobble together a more appropriate reply.

Phillip’s nervousness melted in an instant, and he was familiar Phillip again, under the girl’s uniform and the eyeliner.  With a flash of tongue, he leaned back on both hands, thrusting out his chest so that Lex could clearly see the lacy outlines of a white bra through the blouse.  “Come and find out.”

Lex was frozen for a moment, but then his limbs came unstuck and he was suddenly kneeling beside Phillip on the narrow bed, and Phillip was even more eerily gorgeous at close range.  Lex paused, unsure of where to start, but then Phillip shifted closer, and Lex’s hand came down on Phillip’s thigh for balance, and then he was stroking up under the skirt because –

God.

Phillip had shaved or something.  His legs felt like silk under Lex’s touch, and the softness and silk went all the way up his long inner thigh, and Lex was just wondering whether his hand would encounter more naked flesh, or homely cotton briefs, or something – new – when Phillip made a soft gasping sound and pushed Lex’s hand away.  “Not that kind of girl,” he purred, and licked Lex’s ear.  “You can’t just jump on me,” he whispered when Lex made some protesting noise.  “You’ve got to get me in the mood.”

Lex slid his hand back down reluctantly and toyed with the top of one knee sock for a moment before pushing it down to confirm that Phillip had done a thorough job, down to pearly-pink toenails.  Lex looked up with a smile and caught sight of Phillip’s curving wet lips, and then he was kissing Phillip’s familiar smile and tasting something like strawberry bubblegum and Lex was so hard that he could barely think, because Phillip wasn’t being his usual aggressive self – he was soft and yielding and pliant and he kept making soft sounds of pleasure, high-pitched and desperate, as Lex kept kissing and Phillip kept retreating, until they were stretched out together along the bed.

Lex pulled away and then kissed the corner of one heavy-lidded eye.  “This is making me crazy,” he confessed, and his palm, which had been pushing at Phillip’s shoulder, went skating down Phillip’s side by force of habit, heading for the space between Phillip’s legs where Lex knew he would find vital proof that this change was ethereal.  But Phillip stopped him again and drew Lex’s hand back up to rest on the dent in his collarbone, which was softly relaying the pounding of Phillip’s heart.  “Slowly,” he murmured, and Lex nodded shaky acquiescence.

So, slowly, Lex ran a hand down the flat space in the middle of Phillip’s chest, and slowly he stroked Phillip’s flat belly through the cotton shirt, untucking it from the skirt bit by bit until he could slip his fingertips up inside and stroke Phillip’s – god, bare there too – lower stomach, which made him produce more of the soft sweet sounds.  Lex raised himself up on his elbow and began to unbutton, leaving the shirt fronts together until he was finished, and then spreading the blouse open to reveal the white lacy bra.  With a tentative touch, unsure if he was breaking some drag rules, Lex ran a finger across one silken breast only to find that it felt startlingly like flesh underneath the fabric.  Phillip gasped slightly, and for a moment Lex wondered if guys could really grow breasts overnight, but then sense prevailed and Lex concluded that Phillip had somehow acquired some very convincing decoys.  With more interest and less trepidation, Lex now cupped one breast and squeezed it gently, which made Phillip squirm a little.  Lex’s index finger discovered a false nipple, so he played along and bowed his head down to suck it through the fabric.  Phillip welcomed this action with a soft moan, shifting so that his thighs were rubbing together, pulling the kilt up a little higher.  Lex moved to the other breast and continued for a few minutes, uncertain whether to remove the bra or not.  Phillip seemed to want to pretend this was real, however, so Lex decided to simply opt for kissing his way down Phillip’s stomach.

This time, his questing fingers went more slowly as they ventured up Phillip’s warm thigh, and now Phillip permitted him access, wantonly throwing his legs apart more as Lex’s hand rose, until – satin heat, trapping Phillip’s cock, wet in places, and Phillip must have been hard ever since he pulled on these panties, because there was a lot of wet, and Lex’s mouth was going dry just thinking about it.

“Go down on me,” Phillip panted, not in his usual imperious tone, but in a desperate hitching sigh.  Lex hooked his fingers inside the waistband of the panties and pulled down gently.  “Leave them there,” Phillip asked when Lex had gotten them past his knees, hand on Lex’s wrist.  “Eat me out.”

Lex got up and knelt between Phillip’s thighs, pushing the kilt up just enough to accommodate his shoulders, negotiating his body under Phillip’s stretched panties and up again until he was trapped in the tight hot space between Phillip’s thighs, nose to cock, Phillip’s heels on his lower back.

But when Lex started to mouth Phillip’s cock, Phillip arched back in protest.  “No, not that,” he said urgently.  “Eat me out.  Make me ready to fuck.”

Lex understood this now, and lowered his chin a little until he was lined up with Phillip’s hole.  Phillip had never been noisy before, but now he was almost wild, gasping and releasing little cries which made Lex almost frantic with need, made him hurry so that his fingers were soon stretching Phillip with nothing but saliva as lubrication, and Phillip was getting too loud, except that he sounded like – “You’re so wet,” Lex said suddenly, struck with inspiration, and Phillip keened in response.  “I’m going to fuck your cunt so hard,” Lex continued, working his fingers in and out more rapidly, feeling Phillip opening.

“Yeah, fuck me,” Phillip said, except it wasn’t Phillip, it was a girl in a school uniform who just happened to look like Phillip and maybe just happened to have a cock but it didn’t matter because in this moment, Phillip wanted to be a girl and so he was, and Lex couldn’t quite convince himself that it wasn’t that simple.

“Are you ready?” Lex asked, getting up on his knees and unfastening his pants one-handed.  “Your pussy is so tight, but I can tell you’re ready,” he said, and withdrew his hand from Phillip’s ass.  Phillip’s eyes were shut tight, but they flew open as soon as Lex began to push inside.  Unfamiliar touch on Lex’s chest through his shirt, and yeah, this Phillip had tits, and Lex’s hands came up to touch them, and then he was in and he was fucking this dirty-strange version of Phillip, kissing at darkened lids and squeezing breasts and feeling a hard cock digging into his belly.  It was ten kinds of fucked up but Lex was pretty sure that this was the sort of thing he’d never forget, and so he tried to make it last, tried as hard as he could to draw it out as long as possible, but then Phillip’s heels came up over Lex’s shoulders and the panties were sliding across the back of Lex’s bare head and Phillip’s one socked foot was kicking, trying to get a better angle, and then, abruptly, Phillip was coming and Lex could feel the come sliding along the inside of the fake wool kilt, and then orgasm slammed up against Lex’s spine and everything went deliciously dark for a moment.

There was some sort of commotion in the corridor outside their closed door, and it took Lex long seconds to connect that fact with the way Phillip had been shouting short moments ago.  Panic racheted his post-coital thudding pulse up into something more like consciousness, and it was only then that he made out the words being hooted up and down the corridor.

“Luthor got laid!”

“He just gave it to some slut, did you hear that?”

“You owe me twenty bucks, Carew, you shitbag!  I told you he’d pop his cherry before he graduated!”

Lex collapsed back onto Phillip, filled with lazy amusement.  “Never thought I’d lose it to such a slut,” he said vaguely, and grinned when Phillip punched his side.  “Did I tell you that I like your knee socks?”

“I knew you would,” Phillip replied through a yawn.  “Wasn’t so bad, huh?”

“I didn’t know you’d be wearing silk knickers,” Lex explained into the crook of Phillip’s neck, rolling onto his side.  “That made a big difference.”

“Glad you like them, too,” Phillip said softly, stroking Lex’s perspiration-damp back through his shirt.  “Because next time, you’re wearing them.”