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Chapter Three: The End, Summer Story
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The drive out to the field was every bit as terrifying as Pete though it would be, it was dark, and the headlights bounced all over the stands of corn on either side of the road, the road that dipped and heaved and made him feel as if any moment he was going to go flying off into space.
His nerves weren’t helped by Lex’s gasps of horror at every bump; at least he stopped grabbing at the wheel every time he swerved a little. He felt kind of bad about hitting him earlier, but that high-pitched scream scared him worse than the rabbit dashing across the road.
He glanced quickly at Lex, who was rubbing his head and glaring angrily back.
Damn. He’d forgotten he didn’t have all that hair now to cushion the head slaps. He felt bad, but his apology to Lex had seemed a little less than sincere, what with the snickering and all.
All other thought fled when they turned off the dirt road, and onto a trail blazed by the vehicles that had come through earlier. The car jumped and dipped and they were jolted back and forth, the headlight beams swung wildly across the corn as they drove, shadows forming and shattering in the glare, and suddenly there was Clark, looking otherworldly in the bluish light.
“Clark!” Pete yelled. Pete was horrified, Clark looked like he was dying.
Lex gasped, and clutched the dashboard.
Pete looked at Lex’s ghost pale face and it dawned on him—oh.
Lex. Clark.
Lex liked Clark. Really liked Clark.
He stopped the car, and Lex flew out, and he thought again, Lex. Is gay. Wow.
He prodded at the thought as he ran to catch up with Lex, and looked up too as Lex stopped and stared up at Clark, his face twisted in as much pain as Clark’s was.
God, Clark looked scary he looked so bad. He’d had a big ‘S’ painted on him; vomit ran down his chest and spattered his legs.
“Shit!” Pete ran to the back of the cross and yanked at the ropes until they came loose, and Clark dropped into Lex’s arms.
Pete ran to help Lex get Clark back to the car, and Clark leaned forward and gagged, tried to throw up again. He groaned when nothing came up and Pete winced in sympathy, figured it had to hurt.
When they got him in the car, he added another guilty thought to his growing list, hopeful that Clark wouldn’t puke in his dad’s car and feeling bad that his first thought wasn’t about Clark’s well being.
They settled him in the car, and got in the front seats.
Lex looked at him and sighed. “Promise not to kill us on the way home, ok?"
"Yeah. Hey, you have to call his parents.”
“What, and tell them about their son’s country style crucifixion?”
“No,” Clark moaned from the back seat.
“Clark, why the hell not?” Pete asked.
“I—I have my reasons ok, please don’t tell. Promise me”
“Yeah, ok, Clark, ok” Pete glanced at Lex who was looking into the rearview mirror and frowning.
They managed to get back to the castle in one piece and got Clark up the stairs.
George, the butler, looked and walked away, shaking his head.
At Pete’s look Lex replied, “He wouldn’t give a crap if I brought a flock of hookers in here. As long as I don’t burn the place down.”
They manhandled Clark into Lex’s room and onto the bed.
“Lex, man, you’re on your own now. I’ve got to get the car home before my parents find out I’m gone.”
“Pete,” Clark groaned, “I’m so sorry, I hope you don’t get in trouble ‘cause of me.”
“Don’t worry about it, Clark.” He looked Lex. It’s what friends do.”
Lex’s mouth twisted and he jerked his thumb at the door. “Yes, thank you Pete. Go before you get in trouble. I don’t want Bill and Abigail to kill all of us.”
Pete nodded, squeezed Lex’s shoulder. “Be cool Lex,” and he left.
Lex turned to Clark and grimaced. He looked awful- he smelled, he was filthy…
“Come on Clark, Let’s get you in the bathroom, get you cleaned up. And you *have* to call your parent’s they must be going nuts”
“Ok, ok.” Clark tried to get off the bed, and could barely move. Lex grabbed his arms and pulled him upright, wincing at the feel of dried vomit under his palms, and simultaneously feeling the heat and smoothness of Clark’s chest under his clasped hands.
“Get your feet under you Clark; we’ll make it to the bathroom that way--"
He pulled and yanked and managed to get a barely mobile Clark into the shower. He dumped him on the floor.
“Oh damn! Sorry Clark,” as a huge groan burst out of Clark’s mouth and he slumped against the wall. Lex warned him that he was about to start the spray and he nodded, dropping his head down and closing his eyes.
The warm spray hit him and he shuddered from head to toe, and slowly worked his way to standing. Lex turned in the doorway and looked back, Clark’s eyes were closed, it was okay, he wouldn’t see him staring at boxers made translucent by the water. He was…
“Lex,” he groaned. “Help.”
Lex started, and came to himself, moved closer to the shower.
“Help? How…what do you want me to do?”
Clark pulled weakly at his boxers, “Off—help me—off.”
Lex felt blood rush to his face, and his lips were dry.
“Ah—ok, if you think so.”
He reached out and pulled at the band a little, and Clark spoke, his voice a little stronger, firmer— “Off!”
And Lex yanked them down. Before he could register that Clark was naked he saw something green glowing on his hip, something poisonous looking and he reflexively smacked it away. Clark dropped back against the shower wall and hissed, and Lex could see a –hole, as if acid had been dripped onto Clark’s skin, black and green and virulent. He jerked back and glanced up at Clark, when he looked back, there was nothing but a faint reddish spot on his hip.
“What the hell?”
Clark moaned and sighed. “Thank you. Lex. Thank you for coming for me.”
Lex dropped his soaking wet arm to his side. “Fine, Clark. Fine.”
He stepped back out of the bathroom unable take his eyes off the sight of Clark under the spray, hair covering his eyes, his head tipped back, and water running into his open mouth, his boxers pulled down to his thighs. Lex was harder than he’d ever been in his life, and his heart pounded in his throat.
He backed up, shut the door carefully and moaned, reached down and squeezed himself and bit his hand to keep from making noises. He wondered if he had time to make it to the hall bath, when he heard the water shut off. He hurried over to his bed, and whirled around, he felt trapped, he was terrified. And then Clark was in the doorway, wearing a towel – a towel in his bedroom.
God.
He stood in the bathroom doorway, and Lex ran into his closet, grabbed sweat pants from the shelf and came out with them clutched to his chest. ”These might fit, we, ah—forgot your clothes…”
Clark still was silent, but he looked pained, and angry. “Lex.” He said finally, his voice rough and angry and he stepped closer.
“Lex,” he said and came to stand by the bed next to him. Clark dropped his eyes, and Lex licked his lips, he was desperate for Clark to get dressed before he embarrassed himself.
“Lex,” Clark said again and grabbed Lex’s head, held him in a grip of iron and kissed him.
It was a wild and wet and terrible kiss, smeary and skittering all over Lex’s mouth and jaw and he thought his heart might explode. His dick lifted with every groan Clark made, with every nip to his lip when it caught on Clarks’ teeth. Clark pulled back, panting wildly, his eyes too wide, and he made a sound like—like he was in agony and dropped to his knees in front of Lex.
Lex’s head was swimming and his knees wobbled, he felt as if he were going to pass out… he was so fucking happy, so unbelievably happy he groaned deep in his chest and curled over Clark.
Clark pressed his face against Lex’s throbbing erection and rubbed his cheek against it, rubbed his lips over it and opened his mouth and breathed warm air over it, moaning,”Lex,” over and over.
Lex rose to his toes, oh god, he was going to come, he couldn’t stop it, it was coming oh, no, no, not yet, please, not yet…
“No! Stop! No!” He yelled and came so hard his back arched, his toes curled and he stopped breathing, everything that was important centered in his dick, coming….
And then he was falling forward, alone—he was on his hands and knees on his bedroom floor, alone with wet pants and he was shaking…if the towel hadn’t been on the floor under him he would have sworn it was a dream.
Clark, Clark left him, he must have blacked out and he left him.
Lex dropped onto the towel and sobbed. He hated Clark, hated him more than anything on the planet, hated him more than… than his dad.
***********
Clark sped home, his heart hammering, his ears burning, and tears frozen on his face.
He was a monster, a horrible, horrible person! Lex had screamed for him not to touch him.
Oh god, what could he do? How could he tell anyone what he did? He’d forced himself on Lex and it was almost rape. He’d almost raped his best friend.
He came to a vibrating stop, bent over and clutched his stomach.
He really thought it was the right thing, what he’d been doing, he though Lex had wanted it too—but he’d been so wrong, terribly wrong.
End. Chapter Three
10-26-04
You know I love you, right?
fromward my other other baby girl, justabi, whom I've forced to adopt me, and the lovely betrue , without her, this wouldn't be here.Previous Parts are here, planning on groping you when you turn your back.
The drive out to the field was every bit as terrifying as Pete though it would be, it was dark, and the headlights bounced all over the stands of corn on either side of the road, the road that dipped and heaved and made him feel as if any moment he was going to go flying off into space.
His nerves weren’t helped by Lex’s gasps of horror at every bump; at least he stopped grabbing at the wheel every time he swerved a little. He felt kind of bad about hitting him earlier, but that high-pitched scream scared him worse than the rabbit dashing across the road.
He glanced quickly at Lex, who was rubbing his head and glaring angrily back.
Damn. He’d forgotten he didn’t have all that hair now to cushion the head slaps. He felt bad, but his apology to Lex had seemed a little less than sincere, what with the snickering and all.
All other thought fled when they turned off the dirt road, and onto a trail blazed by the vehicles that had come through earlier. The car jumped and dipped and they were jolted back and forth, the headlight beams swung wildly across the corn as they drove, shadows forming and shattering in the glare, and suddenly there was Clark, looking otherworldly in the bluish light.
“Clark!” Pete yelled. Pete was horrified, Clark looked like he was dying.
Lex gasped, and clutched the dashboard.
Pete looked at Lex’s ghost pale face and it dawned on him—oh.
Lex. Clark.
Lex liked Clark. Really liked Clark.
He stopped the car, and Lex flew out, and he thought again, Lex. Is gay. Wow.
He prodded at the thought as he ran to catch up with Lex, and looked up too as Lex stopped and stared up at Clark, his face twisted in as much pain as Clark’s was.
God, Clark looked scary he looked so bad. He’d had a big ‘S’ painted on him; vomit ran down his chest and spattered his legs.
“Shit!” Pete ran to the back of the cross and yanked at the ropes until they came loose, and Clark dropped into Lex’s arms.
Pete ran to help Lex get Clark back to the car, and Clark leaned forward and gagged, tried to throw up again. He groaned when nothing came up and Pete winced in sympathy, figured it had to hurt.
When they got him in the car, he added another guilty thought to his growing list, hopeful that Clark wouldn’t puke in his dad’s car and feeling bad that his first thought wasn’t about Clark’s well being.
They settled him in the car, and got in the front seats.
Lex looked at him and sighed. “Promise not to kill us on the way home, ok?"
"Yeah. Hey, you have to call his parents.”
“What, and tell them about their son’s country style crucifixion?”
“No,” Clark moaned from the back seat.
“Clark, why the hell not?” Pete asked.
“I—I have my reasons ok, please don’t tell. Promise me”
“Yeah, ok, Clark, ok” Pete glanced at Lex who was looking into the rearview mirror and frowning.
They managed to get back to the castle in one piece and got Clark up the stairs.
George, the butler, looked and walked away, shaking his head.
At Pete’s look Lex replied, “He wouldn’t give a crap if I brought a flock of hookers in here. As long as I don’t burn the place down.”
They manhandled Clark into Lex’s room and onto the bed.
“Lex, man, you’re on your own now. I’ve got to get the car home before my parents find out I’m gone.”
“Pete,” Clark groaned, “I’m so sorry, I hope you don’t get in trouble ‘cause of me.”
“Don’t worry about it, Clark.” He looked Lex. It’s what friends do.”
Lex’s mouth twisted and he jerked his thumb at the door. “Yes, thank you Pete. Go before you get in trouble. I don’t want Bill and Abigail to kill all of us.”
Pete nodded, squeezed Lex’s shoulder. “Be cool Lex,” and he left.
Lex turned to Clark and grimaced. He looked awful- he smelled, he was filthy…
“Come on Clark, Let’s get you in the bathroom, get you cleaned up. And you *have* to call your parent’s they must be going nuts”
“Ok, ok.” Clark tried to get off the bed, and could barely move. Lex grabbed his arms and pulled him upright, wincing at the feel of dried vomit under his palms, and simultaneously feeling the heat and smoothness of Clark’s chest under his clasped hands.
“Get your feet under you Clark; we’ll make it to the bathroom that way--"
He pulled and yanked and managed to get a barely mobile Clark into the shower. He dumped him on the floor.
“Oh damn! Sorry Clark,” as a huge groan burst out of Clark’s mouth and he slumped against the wall. Lex warned him that he was about to start the spray and he nodded, dropping his head down and closing his eyes.
The warm spray hit him and he shuddered from head to toe, and slowly worked his way to standing. Lex turned in the doorway and looked back, Clark’s eyes were closed, it was okay, he wouldn’t see him staring at boxers made translucent by the water. He was…
“Lex,” he groaned. “Help.”
Lex started, and came to himself, moved closer to the shower.
“Help? How…what do you want me to do?”
Clark pulled weakly at his boxers, “Off—help me—off.”
Lex felt blood rush to his face, and his lips were dry.
“Ah—ok, if you think so.”
He reached out and pulled at the band a little, and Clark spoke, his voice a little stronger, firmer— “Off!”
And Lex yanked them down. Before he could register that Clark was naked he saw something green glowing on his hip, something poisonous looking and he reflexively smacked it away. Clark dropped back against the shower wall and hissed, and Lex could see a –hole, as if acid had been dripped onto Clark’s skin, black and green and virulent. He jerked back and glanced up at Clark, when he looked back, there was nothing but a faint reddish spot on his hip.
“What the hell?”
Clark moaned and sighed. “Thank you. Lex. Thank you for coming for me.”
Lex dropped his soaking wet arm to his side. “Fine, Clark. Fine.”
He stepped back out of the bathroom unable take his eyes off the sight of Clark under the spray, hair covering his eyes, his head tipped back, and water running into his open mouth, his boxers pulled down to his thighs. Lex was harder than he’d ever been in his life, and his heart pounded in his throat.
He backed up, shut the door carefully and moaned, reached down and squeezed himself and bit his hand to keep from making noises. He wondered if he had time to make it to the hall bath, when he heard the water shut off. He hurried over to his bed, and whirled around, he felt trapped, he was terrified. And then Clark was in the doorway, wearing a towel – a towel in his bedroom.
God.
He stood in the bathroom doorway, and Lex ran into his closet, grabbed sweat pants from the shelf and came out with them clutched to his chest. ”These might fit, we, ah—forgot your clothes…”
Clark still was silent, but he looked pained, and angry. “Lex.” He said finally, his voice rough and angry and he stepped closer.
“Lex,” he said and came to stand by the bed next to him. Clark dropped his eyes, and Lex licked his lips, he was desperate for Clark to get dressed before he embarrassed himself.
“Lex,” Clark said again and grabbed Lex’s head, held him in a grip of iron and kissed him.
It was a wild and wet and terrible kiss, smeary and skittering all over Lex’s mouth and jaw and he thought his heart might explode. His dick lifted with every groan Clark made, with every nip to his lip when it caught on Clarks’ teeth. Clark pulled back, panting wildly, his eyes too wide, and he made a sound like—like he was in agony and dropped to his knees in front of Lex.
Lex’s head was swimming and his knees wobbled, he felt as if he were going to pass out… he was so fucking happy, so unbelievably happy he groaned deep in his chest and curled over Clark.
Clark pressed his face against Lex’s throbbing erection and rubbed his cheek against it, rubbed his lips over it and opened his mouth and breathed warm air over it, moaning,”Lex,” over and over.
Lex rose to his toes, oh god, he was going to come, he couldn’t stop it, it was coming oh, no, no, not yet, please, not yet…
“No! Stop! No!” He yelled and came so hard his back arched, his toes curled and he stopped breathing, everything that was important centered in his dick, coming….
And then he was falling forward, alone—he was on his hands and knees on his bedroom floor, alone with wet pants and he was shaking…if the towel hadn’t been on the floor under him he would have sworn it was a dream.
Clark, Clark left him, he must have blacked out and he left him.
Lex dropped onto the towel and sobbed. He hated Clark, hated him more than anything on the planet, hated him more than… than his dad.
***********
Clark sped home, his heart hammering, his ears burning, and tears frozen on his face.
He was a monster, a horrible, horrible person! Lex had screamed for him not to touch him.
Oh god, what could he do? How could he tell anyone what he did? He’d forced himself on Lex and it was almost rape. He’d almost raped his best friend.
He came to a vibrating stop, bent over and clutched his stomach.
He really thought it was the right thing, what he’d been doing, he though Lex had wanted it too—but he’d been so wrong, terribly wrong.
End. Chapter Three
10-26-04
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