Perfect Fit
by Gail (gem225@hotmail.com)
JAG
Clayton Webb/Clark Palmer
Rating: adult
Clay and Clark go shopping for summer clothes.
Eclipse Snapshot #28.
Disclaimer: Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine! All right, not mine, never mine. The characters of Clayton Webb and Clark Palmer belong to Belisarius Productions and CBS. *grumble* But they shouldn't mind sharing with me; it's hiatus.
Please do not archive this story without asking me first. It's more than likely that I'll agree, but I want to know where my stories are.
Warning: If you don't like Clark Palmer, don't read this, please. If I get one more damned message telling me that he's only good dead, I'll have to do something violent to... oh, Rabb. *eg*
Thanks to Tinnean and Nomi for betaing, and to Tinnean and Athea for waiting two years for me to decide that I'd post this.
For Scarlet on her birthday (7/24/03), with love.
*****
"How is the fit, monsieur?" The salesman is hovering outside the dressing room door, and I know there's going to be trouble. I should have told him to go away. I know how Clark gets.
"It doesn't fit." Clark's got his cold, DSD voice, and that's worse than trouble; that's disaster.
"Is it too tight or too loose, monsieur?" Obviously the salesman can't read Clark as well as I can, but that's no surprise.
"It's falling off me."
Time for me to do something before Clark comes out of there and breaks this man's neck. I know he's capable of doing that and a great many other things. "I'm sure you have other customers. I'll let you know if we need anything more." The salesman nods and heads for the door. "Clark, he's gone."
"Pushy bastard," he mutters. "I told him my size, but did he listen? No."
I can't help smiling. He hates salespeople, but he was the one who wanted to come to a store to get some summer clothes. "Want me to go get something for you?"
The door opens at that. He's got one of the bright shirts on, but unbuttoned, and he's holding on the pair of shorts with his hand, and, as always, he looks damned good to me. "Hell, no. I don't want to see what you'll pick."
"You think I wouldn't find you something flattering enough?" I make sure I'm smiling when I say that. I want him to know I'm teasing, because I'm pretty sure he is, but if he thinks I think he's serious, he'll close down, and that won't be any fun at all.
"Do you even own a pair of shorts?"
"Certainly." I have a few pairs, not that I wear them that often. I don't go outside that much in the summer, and when I do, it's usually not appropriate to wear shorts. Maybe this summer will be different with Clark around. That would be good.
He snorts. "Right. Where are they, tucked in some drawer?"
I have to smile. "I'm surprised you haven't searched my dresser and found them."
He ducks his head, but I can see his smile, too. Good. This is distracting him. "Yeah, well, I did."
Clark can't help being a spy any more than I can. "I searched your dresser, too." Only fair to tell him.
"Yeah, I know." He's looking at me again, and he's grinning now. "You folded all my underpants and put them in piles. Pretty cute, Clay."
I just smile. He's kidding. We both know I didn't do that.
"You want to come in and see how the other pairs fit?"
This might not be the best idea, but Clark wants it, and I like seeing him happy. I nod and walk in the door, shutting it behind me. At least it's a dressing room with a door and not a flimsy curtain.
"You can sit there." He motions toward a chair. "If you want."
"I'll stand." I watch him slip off the shorts and grab the next pair, and the sight of his bare ass makes me look around to see if there are any cameras. I see one, but I also see that it's been disabled. I smile. Of course he did that. Clark doesn't put up with anyone filming him.
He's got another pair on. "Well?"
"I like them." He looks good in gray, and these have just the right looseness to them.
"Good." He unbuttons them as he talks. "Think they've got any more in decent colors?"
"Probably."
He gets into the last pair and looks in the mirror. "Yeah, these are good, too. Guess the guy did know something." He doesn't wait for me to say anything, just undoes them and lets them fall, then steps out of them. "Two or three of each, that should do it."
"Clark." I've been getting hard the whole time, watching him, and I want him.
He looks at me. "Yeah?"
"Lean against the wall."
He steps back. "You want something, Clay?"
"I want you." I'm glad I wore casual clothes as I drop to my knees in front of him.
"Jesus, Clay," he whispers as I take his cock in. "Oh, yeah..."
He was already partly hard, and he gets harder in my mouth. I don't usually go down on Clark; it's not something I'm into, unless he's running things, but seeing him here did something to me, and I'm not going to wait until we get home to get what I want.
I suck on him, and he moans, then trembles. "Please, Clay. Please."
I know what he wants, and I'll give it to him. I suck harder and bring up my hand to roll his balls, and his hips thrust hard into my mouth as he comes.
He's slumping now, and I move my hands to his hips to hold him up. "Never thought you'd do this," he mutters, and I smile.
"Nice to know I can surprise you."
He swallows and reaches for me, pulling me up to my feet. "How about you? Want me to suck you?"
"I can wait."
"I can't," he says flatly and pushes me against the wall. "Your turn."
He's down on his knees before I can stop him, and I know it's because I really don't want to. His mouth is so hot as it slides down my cock, and he's sucking so damned hard, that mouth of his with all its tricks doing what it does best of all. I'm coming before I know it.
"Messieurs? Is there anything I can do?"
Clark grins at me. He's already gotten me zipped up, and he's stepping into his pants. "Yeah." He opens the door, and I hope I look all right, but I trust Clark's judgement. "I want two more pairs of each of these." He shows the salesman the shorts, and the man beams.
"Of course, monsieur. I am so glad you found ones that pleased you."
He hurries off, and Clark turns around. "Let's get out of here. I can think of better things to do than shopping." But he's still grinning.
"Me, too," I say after a moment and smile. "Camera?" I point up, and Clark sighs.
"Yeah, yeah, all right." He reaches up and fiddles with something, then pulls back his hand. "Fine now."
We leave the dressing room, find the salesman, or rather, he finds us, and Clark pays for the shorts.
"I hope you will come here again," the salesman presses, and Clark nods.
"It's a good bet."
I can't even look at him. I know I'll laugh if I do. But I also know that I'm going clothes shopping with Clark again.
The End
Posted 7/23/03
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