Lex lay in his luxurious bed surrounded in black satin sheets barely able to move. It felt like someone was stabbing him in stomach. Could it be the after effects of the drugs and drink he had ingested to numb the pain of his disintegrating relationship with his best friend? Lex slowly moved his hand to the phone on the nightstand, but as he did he felt like a nuclear bomb had gone off inside his stomach. An involuntary surge forced him forward, and he landed unconscious in a heap on the floor.
Any feedback would be welcomed. I've never written any slash fiction before, only Seaquest but it's still too painful to go back there.