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roxyI'll just cut right to the story shall, hmm?
It was…nice. Soft and slow, and really nice. His head tilted back without conscious thought, and Clark hummed in approval against his lips, the buzz made him try to lick them, and Clark made a small sound and opened his lips. Whit's tongue slid across his own lips, and touched Clark’s and he groaned and kissed him hard, bruising Whit’s lips.
They stepped apart from each other, breathing hard.
Whit’ s mind raced with a thousand thoughts. He couldn’t do this, shouldn’t do this. Lex would never forgive him didn’t need to know don’t tell.
Clark looked stunned; he looked like Whit felt.
What the hell had just happened? And then his eyes clouded, and he stepped in again, kissing softly and pushing the tip of his tongue in and out of Whit’s mouth, and pressing him self against him, hips against hips and their dicks trapped between. It felt good; Clark was so hard it almost hurt when he ground up against Whit.
He ran his fingers into Whit’s hair, the strands running through his fingers like silk, he ran them up over his head and shifted the fingers until he was cupping Whit’s head and his hands were buried in his hair, tilting his head back and kissing him deeply. It felt good, safe, like Clark was holding him away from any thing that could hurt and Whit let him take charge. Clark thrust against him hard, and groaned, and then he jerked back.
“Whitney, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He panted, sweating and red-faced and looking completely upset, and Whit marveled that he could grow up around him and still be so naive, so …kind of sweet.
“I liked it Clark. I’m not gong to act like you didn’t do it. Sorry.” He wasn’t going to play Clark’s little game of “if you don’t speak about it, it ever happened”. He was pretty sure he wanted more and he wanted it right now.
And then Clark shocked the hell out of him. He grinned back, still blushing a little and said, ”Yeah. I liked it too.”
“Okay then.” Whitney smiled. Clark could still surprise him. He thought for sure he was going to blame himself and whine about it, beat himself up but…wow. Clark grew up a little since last year.
This time Whit took the lead, and led Clark over to the couch, pushed him gently until Clark dropped down. Whit sat next to him and they kissed again. Gentle kisses turned harder, turned frantic, desperate, and Clark was gasping and moving against Whit, begging noises leaking from his lips and Whit pushed him back. Clark dropped back to his elbows, looked a little stunned and worried. His flannel sleep pants were tented, and a damp spot on the front gave evidence how effected he was. Whit leaned over and ran his hand over Clark’s erection, pressing his thumb into the damp spot, rubbing over the head of Clark’s dick. He trembled and moaned when his dick twitched and his head dropped forward, tracking the movement of Whit’s hand, his chest raising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Whit ran his fingers along the length again and watched as Clark’s dick rose and pushed the fabric out and he couldn’t wait one minute more.
He stood and asked,” Is it okay to take these off?” He slipped a finger into his waistband and Clark nodded rapidly, too overcome to speak.
Whit unsnapped his jeans and skimmed them off with his boxers, dropped back down on the couch. He pulled Clark down, moving his limbs until he was flat on his back and his legs a little apart. Clark gasped when Whit pulled his flannel pants down, knuckles skimming his hips as they slid down, leaving burning trails on his sensitive flesh. Clark groaned when the air hit his dick, and reached for himself. Whit smacked his hand lightly away and stretched out on him, matching their bodies together, chest to chest, belly to belly, dick to dick-- Whit thrust up against him and Clark’s eyes rolled back and he groaned so loud, Whit felt it in his own chest. He dropped his head onto Clark’s shoulder and slid up again and it pulled another chest rattling groan out of him.
“Whit, Whit, I’m gonnna die, stop, stop, please--"
Whit laughed into his sweat-drenched chest and licked a nipple until Clark was moaning and jerking his hips into Whit.
“I promise you won’t die--- promise.” He slid against Clark again, the increasingly slick groove of his hip, the catch and drag of dick against dick making him groan deep in his throat. Clark grabbed his hips, held him in place and thrust against Whit hard and fast-- his desperate breath warped into hoarse screams.
Whit felt him twitch and jerk, the hot silken friction was pushing him to his limit, he could feel broad wet stripes forming on his belly as Clark dripped and slid and ground against him…
Clark called his name, he looked panicky and frightened—“help me, help me—I don’t know what to do-- ”
“Oh yeah, I will, I will.” He pulled away and slid down, licked at Clark’s dick and ran his hand down the shaft and Clark screamed low and long as his back bent, he strained up in an arch, came in pulsing jets and begged Whit to save him and Whit caught it on the chin and chest before he could capture Clark again and sucked him down to the root. Clark looked down, mouth frozen open on the scream that echoed in Whit’s head and Whit pushed his hips forward, sweat and come slicking the way, back and forth until he couldn’t hold any longer, and came so hard he felt like his spine was cracking. He could feel Clark’s dick pulsing against his and looked up to lock eyes with Clark, his eyes so wide and staring at Whit in amazement, and they closed and his lips moved and Whit shut his own eyes before he could see what Clark was saying.
After a while the need to move became paramount, and Whit groaned when Clark tipped him onto the floor. “We need to get comfortable, don’t you think?”
Whit grinned at him from his place on the floor. “Clark, you’re naked …”
“Shut up, Whit, so are you.” Clark crossed over to a trunk against the wall and pulled a blanket out, tossed it to him before looking out at the gray light inching it’s way through the loft doors.
“Un-hunh. Boy, we are so going to pay for this. Looks like I only have a couple of hours left before I have to get up and help Dad. So ---shhh—go to sleep, so I can sleep, okay?”
Whit looked at Clark in pleased surprise. Clark never did what he expected him to do. No angsting, no over-examination of what happened? Was this really his Clark?
Clark lay down and rolled against Whit, heaved a huge sigh and was out like a light. Whit lay still, knowing that he’d never be able to sleep, not after the events of the night. It was insane, just insane…but he felt …good.
He smothered a yawn. He was just going to wait until Clark woke up again and get up with him….
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Whit groaned and rolled over, blinked his eyes against the sunlight pouring in the window. Clark hung over him, a huge grin on his face, and Whit was blinded again. Was it possible for someone to be too good looking, especially at this time of the morning?
“Clark, what time is it?” He groaned and tried to sit up, but Clark pushed him gently back down.
“It’s ten o’clock. I’ve been up forever. Mom and Dad went to town to do some shopping, and I’m on my own.” He looked purely delighted, his eyes sparkled and he sat next to Whit.
“We can hang out—if you want to?” He looked a little unsure, and Whit grinned.
“Sounds good Clark.”
tbc, another day, lovies!
It was…nice. Soft and slow, and really nice. His head tilted back without conscious thought, and Clark hummed in approval against his lips, the buzz made him try to lick them, and Clark made a small sound and opened his lips. Whit's tongue slid across his own lips, and touched Clark’s and he groaned and kissed him hard, bruising Whit’s lips.
They stepped apart from each other, breathing hard.
Whit’ s mind raced with a thousand thoughts. He couldn’t do this, shouldn’t do this. Lex would never forgive him didn’t need to know don’t tell.
Clark looked stunned; he looked like Whit felt.
What the hell had just happened? And then his eyes clouded, and he stepped in again, kissing softly and pushing the tip of his tongue in and out of Whit’s mouth, and pressing him self against him, hips against hips and their dicks trapped between. It felt good; Clark was so hard it almost hurt when he ground up against Whit.
He ran his fingers into Whit’s hair, the strands running through his fingers like silk, he ran them up over his head and shifted the fingers until he was cupping Whit’s head and his hands were buried in his hair, tilting his head back and kissing him deeply. It felt good, safe, like Clark was holding him away from any thing that could hurt and Whit let him take charge. Clark thrust against him hard, and groaned, and then he jerked back.
“Whitney, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He panted, sweating and red-faced and looking completely upset, and Whit marveled that he could grow up around him and still be so naive, so …kind of sweet.
“I liked it Clark. I’m not gong to act like you didn’t do it. Sorry.” He wasn’t going to play Clark’s little game of “if you don’t speak about it, it ever happened”. He was pretty sure he wanted more and he wanted it right now.
And then Clark shocked the hell out of him. He grinned back, still blushing a little and said, ”Yeah. I liked it too.”
“Okay then.” Whitney smiled. Clark could still surprise him. He thought for sure he was going to blame himself and whine about it, beat himself up but…wow. Clark grew up a little since last year.
This time Whit took the lead, and led Clark over to the couch, pushed him gently until Clark dropped down. Whit sat next to him and they kissed again. Gentle kisses turned harder, turned frantic, desperate, and Clark was gasping and moving against Whit, begging noises leaking from his lips and Whit pushed him back. Clark dropped back to his elbows, looked a little stunned and worried. His flannel sleep pants were tented, and a damp spot on the front gave evidence how effected he was. Whit leaned over and ran his hand over Clark’s erection, pressing his thumb into the damp spot, rubbing over the head of Clark’s dick. He trembled and moaned when his dick twitched and his head dropped forward, tracking the movement of Whit’s hand, his chest raising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Whit ran his fingers along the length again and watched as Clark’s dick rose and pushed the fabric out and he couldn’t wait one minute more.
He stood and asked,” Is it okay to take these off?” He slipped a finger into his waistband and Clark nodded rapidly, too overcome to speak.
Whit unsnapped his jeans and skimmed them off with his boxers, dropped back down on the couch. He pulled Clark down, moving his limbs until he was flat on his back and his legs a little apart. Clark gasped when Whit pulled his flannel pants down, knuckles skimming his hips as they slid down, leaving burning trails on his sensitive flesh. Clark groaned when the air hit his dick, and reached for himself. Whit smacked his hand lightly away and stretched out on him, matching their bodies together, chest to chest, belly to belly, dick to dick-- Whit thrust up against him and Clark’s eyes rolled back and he groaned so loud, Whit felt it in his own chest. He dropped his head onto Clark’s shoulder and slid up again and it pulled another chest rattling groan out of him.
“Whit, Whit, I’m gonnna die, stop, stop, please--"
Whit laughed into his sweat-drenched chest and licked a nipple until Clark was moaning and jerking his hips into Whit.
“I promise you won’t die--- promise.” He slid against Clark again, the increasingly slick groove of his hip, the catch and drag of dick against dick making him groan deep in his throat. Clark grabbed his hips, held him in place and thrust against Whit hard and fast-- his desperate breath warped into hoarse screams.
Whit felt him twitch and jerk, the hot silken friction was pushing him to his limit, he could feel broad wet stripes forming on his belly as Clark dripped and slid and ground against him…
Clark called his name, he looked panicky and frightened—“help me, help me—I don’t know what to do-- ”
“Oh yeah, I will, I will.” He pulled away and slid down, licked at Clark’s dick and ran his hand down the shaft and Clark screamed low and long as his back bent, he strained up in an arch, came in pulsing jets and begged Whit to save him and Whit caught it on the chin and chest before he could capture Clark again and sucked him down to the root. Clark looked down, mouth frozen open on the scream that echoed in Whit’s head and Whit pushed his hips forward, sweat and come slicking the way, back and forth until he couldn’t hold any longer, and came so hard he felt like his spine was cracking. He could feel Clark’s dick pulsing against his and looked up to lock eyes with Clark, his eyes so wide and staring at Whit in amazement, and they closed and his lips moved and Whit shut his own eyes before he could see what Clark was saying.
After a while the need to move became paramount, and Whit groaned when Clark tipped him onto the floor. “We need to get comfortable, don’t you think?”
Whit grinned at him from his place on the floor. “Clark, you’re naked …”
“Shut up, Whit, so are you.” Clark crossed over to a trunk against the wall and pulled a blanket out, tossed it to him before looking out at the gray light inching it’s way through the loft doors.
“Un-hunh. Boy, we are so going to pay for this. Looks like I only have a couple of hours left before I have to get up and help Dad. So ---shhh—go to sleep, so I can sleep, okay?”
Whit looked at Clark in pleased surprise. Clark never did what he expected him to do. No angsting, no over-examination of what happened? Was this really his Clark?
Clark lay down and rolled against Whit, heaved a huge sigh and was out like a light. Whit lay still, knowing that he’d never be able to sleep, not after the events of the night. It was insane, just insane…but he felt …good.
He smothered a yawn. He was just going to wait until Clark woke up again and get up with him….
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Whit groaned and rolled over, blinked his eyes against the sunlight pouring in the window. Clark hung over him, a huge grin on his face, and Whit was blinded again. Was it possible for someone to be too good looking, especially at this time of the morning?
“Clark, what time is it?” He groaned and tried to sit up, but Clark pushed him gently back down.
“It’s ten o’clock. I’ve been up forever. Mom and Dad went to town to do some shopping, and I’m on my own.” He looked purely delighted, his eyes sparkled and he sat next to Whit.
“We can hang out—if you want to?” He looked a little unsure, and Whit grinned.
“Sounds good Clark.”
tbc, another day, lovies!
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11/1/04 07:54 am (UTC)I loved Clark being so scared, and Whit taking care of him.
Lex is going to be soooo pissed when he finds out.
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11/1/04 02:49 pm (UTC)Goodness knows you worked hard enough for it! *G*
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11/1/04 07:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/1/04 08:10 am (UTC)And Lex is going to be furious. *wince*
But Guh!
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11/1/04 02:35 pm (UTC)They are gonna be in sooooo much trouble.
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11/1/04 03:56 pm (UTC)So, Clark and Pete are okay, and now, WAY more okay with Whit and...
Jayzus, just throw in more stuff and knots and angst and...
*bounce*
*shakes you*
Arrrrgh!!
Lex!!
Can't wait for more!
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11/1/04 04:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/1/04 04:25 pm (UTC)I'm all nervous now that something BAAAAAAAD will happen...
Or is this your way of introducing a threesome W/C/L???
*hee*
*hugs you*
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11/1/04 05:04 pm (UTC)And I'm thinking this will actually point to some good things happeniing, things being resolved, you know? (I hope!)
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11/1/04 05:34 pm (UTC)Bois are just so touchy, so i see this huge 'you fucked around with Whit!' thing and 'you and clark love each other not me' thing and...and...
Ack!
I'm just a wreck, here.
:)
*lurve it*
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11/1/04 06:09 pm (UTC)Eeeevol!!
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11/1/04 07:22 pm (UTC)Let's hope Clark takes a moment for self-reflection on what exactly he was saying just before he came, eh. Oh, man, Lex is going to be so pissed! I can't wait!! *EG*
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11/2/04 03:32 am (UTC)But you are so right! I hope Clark makes that connection too ... or if he's too blind to see it, maybe he'll let it slip with Whit, and Whit will point it out. Something's gotta wake that boy up!!
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11/2/04 10:35 pm (UTC)I got all kinds of faith in my girl. *g*
Plus, she knows how mean we can get if things don't go our way. ;D
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11/3/04 04:21 am (UTC)You'll never disappoint me!
I'm so easy.
*eg*
*Hugs!*
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11/3/04 05:00 am (UTC)And that has *nothing* to do with why I love you! *wink*
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11/2/04 03:28 am (UTC)And what a couple of installments, huh?!! Humina humina humina, that was hot! But still a thread of fear runs through me ... because really, just how long is the "don't tell, it didn't happen" thing gonna last? Lex is bound to see something's different between Whit and Clark, and go ballistic!! O_O *shivers*
So maybe I'll try that moaning for more story again ... *puts on sad whiney voice) Oh why oh why does this have to all there is?? Life sucks, I want more, I do, I neeeeeeeed it! *snif*
*looks around* Did it work, huh, did it? Did it? *g*
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