Summer Story part 5-a
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roxyI was shocked when I realized how long it's been since my last Bebees post...but as you know they've been misbehavin.
However, thanks to the relentless crack of the whip tireless help of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justabi, I have managed to beat this part into submission. Shape. Beat it into shape.
Let us proceed with "The Chapter That Ate My Brain, Part Five-A". So nice I 'm posting it twice.The second part will be up this evening...if you want it...shameless attempt at nabbing "atta girls"
Here are the previous parts, hanging over the toilet and swearing no more fruity drinks, ever.
JUNE
It was hot and humid and the little breeze that wavered in the air just made things worse. Lex’s shirt clung to him like a sticky second skin and his nerves were fraying with every breath he took. The thing stuck and unstuck and in a minute he was going to rip it to shreds.
He was trying to read and in the shade of the gazebo, it should have been a pleasant afternoon, but the humidity and Whitney were making it impossible to relax and enjoy his book.
“Whitney, for gods sake, stop. Grow up for fuck’s sake,” he growled as Whit snickered and blew in his ear for the hundredth time that after noon.
“Re—eed,” he whined and slumped down lower on the bench. “Come on. Come to the mall with me and Clark. Please?”
Lex sighed. Whit was driving him insane. Since he and Clark seemed to have bonded again, their every topic of conversation revolved around Clark. Clark this and Clark that and Clark misses you Red, and wouldn’t it be great if we were all friends and on and on and...shit.
“As wonderful as it would be to watch you and Clark enjoy each other’s company again, I have to say-- no.” Lex tried to ignore Whit, ignore the finger poking into his ribs and the hot breath on the back of his neck that combined with the humidity was torture. He just might have to kill Whit. The garden was big enough, surely there were a dozen spots where he could bury him and no one would ever know…
“Come with us. If I can talk to him so can you. Talk to Clark, Red.”
“No.” He tried to find his place, struggled to concentrate.
Whit’s chin was on his shoulder now. He whispered, “Talk to Clark, Red.” Lex shrugged hard, but Whit’s head just brushed his cheek and he settled it on his shoulder again. “Red,” he whispered into his ear, his lips warm against him. “Talk to him, please.” He drew out the 'please' into a long low moan, and went silent and still.
Jesus. Lex didn’t dare move. That last plea went straight to his dick and his ear still vibrated with the feel of it. Fucking Whit, always playing around, treating him like he never got turned on, as if he were made of plastic.
Whit shifted so that he was behind Lex and pressed against him. “Red…” his fingers skated up under the horrible shirt and Lex stiffened. Now would be the time to stop him, right now. He should move. God, he really should move….
“Red,” Whit breathed again. His fingers splayed out over Lex’s ribs and the heat of his skin under the oven-like shirt made sweat run as soon as Whit’s hands touched him. It was awful and it was good at the same time. He felt Whit behind him, too hot against him, too much heat pooled at his groin and radiating against Lex’s back. Lex wanted desperately to lean into it. He was afraid to move and held himself rigid because he knew one push and he’d give in to Whit, bad idea or not.
He felt defenseless when Whit told him his shirt was too hot and mercifully pulled it off. The breeze moved fitfully against him, momentarily cooling him until Whit’s hot fingers rolled over his ribs, pressing into the ridges between the bones.
“Red.” He pressed his erection against Lex’s back and Lex pushed back without thought, a gasp of surprise escaping him.
“Whitney—what are you doing?” Lex gasped again as Whit’s finger’s teased his nipples, and swept down across his belly, worming into the waist of his pants.
“Red.” he pressed his mouth to the smooth skin of Lex’s scalp, dropping kisses down until his mouth was against his jaw, and bit down. Lex jumped and cursed. “That hurt. Stop!” The pain brought him crashing back to reality.
“What do you think you’re doing? Or is it that Wade’s not here so I’ll do?”
“No! No, it’s not like that, I—I’m sorry.“ He jumped up and began to walk away from Lex and Lex went after him, grabbed Whit roughly by the arm and swung him. “What the hell’s your deal Whitney, what’s going on with you?”
Whit looked as though he were about to throw up, and tried to back away from Lex, stumbling through the flowerbeds. One part of Lex’s mind registered that and wondered if he should let the gardener know, another part told him he knew exactly what Whit was going to say if he let him speak and he was not going to let that happen.
He turned away from Whit and nearly ran back to the gazebo, grabbed his damp shirt off the floor. He stood, holding it in his hands and staring at nothing. What was wrong with him that he wanted this?
And then again, why not? What the hell was he waiting for? Prince Clark to show up and take him away on his white horse? Whit was *here*, and he was good to him, had always been good to him….
Whit came up behind him. “Sometimes, I feel like whatever I touch turns to shit, Red, and I get, I don't know...scared. But I look at you and I think, you’re so beautiful, you and...and I wonder what it would be like, I always have. I know it’s always only been Clark for you I know that. He’s incredible and he’s right for you and I need your friendship, Red, I need it like breathing, and I’m afraid of ruining things but …I still want to touch you, I’m sorry.”
Lex whirled and smacked him, and Whit staggered back, clutching his face in surprise.
”Shut up,” he spat out. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know him and you don’t know me. You think I’m sitting here waiting for Clark to come back? Fuck him! And fuck you.” He started to leave and stopped abruptly, dropped his head and growled.
“Swear to god, Whit, you try my patience. You make me want to kick your ass; god do I ever want to beat the shit out of you.” His hands were balled into fists, crushing the shirt, and with an enormous act of will, he relaxed them and smoothed the crushed fabric with his fingers. ”But I love you anyway. I really don’t want to lose you too, you bastard.”
“Really, Red? Does that mean we can be okay, some day, some day soon, like right now soon? And please say yes, because I couldn’t live without you. Please.”
TBC, tonight? (cue ominous music)
However, thanks to the
justabi, I have managed to beat this part into submission. Shape. Beat it into shape.Let us proceed with "The Chapter That Ate My Brain, Part Five-A". So nice I 'm posting it twice.The second part will be up this evening...if you want it...shameless attempt at nabbing "atta girls"
Here are the previous parts, hanging over the toilet and swearing no more fruity drinks, ever.
JUNE
It was hot and humid and the little breeze that wavered in the air just made things worse. Lex’s shirt clung to him like a sticky second skin and his nerves were fraying with every breath he took. The thing stuck and unstuck and in a minute he was going to rip it to shreds.
He was trying to read and in the shade of the gazebo, it should have been a pleasant afternoon, but the humidity and Whitney were making it impossible to relax and enjoy his book.
“Whitney, for gods sake, stop. Grow up for fuck’s sake,” he growled as Whit snickered and blew in his ear for the hundredth time that after noon.
“Re—eed,” he whined and slumped down lower on the bench. “Come on. Come to the mall with me and Clark. Please?”
Lex sighed. Whit was driving him insane. Since he and Clark seemed to have bonded again, their every topic of conversation revolved around Clark. Clark this and Clark that and Clark misses you Red, and wouldn’t it be great if we were all friends and on and on and...shit.
“As wonderful as it would be to watch you and Clark enjoy each other’s company again, I have to say-- no.” Lex tried to ignore Whit, ignore the finger poking into his ribs and the hot breath on the back of his neck that combined with the humidity was torture. He just might have to kill Whit. The garden was big enough, surely there were a dozen spots where he could bury him and no one would ever know…
“Come with us. If I can talk to him so can you. Talk to Clark, Red.”
“No.” He tried to find his place, struggled to concentrate.
Whit’s chin was on his shoulder now. He whispered, “Talk to Clark, Red.” Lex shrugged hard, but Whit’s head just brushed his cheek and he settled it on his shoulder again. “Red,” he whispered into his ear, his lips warm against him. “Talk to him, please.” He drew out the 'please' into a long low moan, and went silent and still.
Jesus. Lex didn’t dare move. That last plea went straight to his dick and his ear still vibrated with the feel of it. Fucking Whit, always playing around, treating him like he never got turned on, as if he were made of plastic.
Whit shifted so that he was behind Lex and pressed against him. “Red…” his fingers skated up under the horrible shirt and Lex stiffened. Now would be the time to stop him, right now. He should move. God, he really should move….
“Red,” Whit breathed again. His fingers splayed out over Lex’s ribs and the heat of his skin under the oven-like shirt made sweat run as soon as Whit’s hands touched him. It was awful and it was good at the same time. He felt Whit behind him, too hot against him, too much heat pooled at his groin and radiating against Lex’s back. Lex wanted desperately to lean into it. He was afraid to move and held himself rigid because he knew one push and he’d give in to Whit, bad idea or not.
He felt defenseless when Whit told him his shirt was too hot and mercifully pulled it off. The breeze moved fitfully against him, momentarily cooling him until Whit’s hot fingers rolled over his ribs, pressing into the ridges between the bones.
“Red.” He pressed his erection against Lex’s back and Lex pushed back without thought, a gasp of surprise escaping him.
“Whitney—what are you doing?” Lex gasped again as Whit’s finger’s teased his nipples, and swept down across his belly, worming into the waist of his pants.
“Red.” he pressed his mouth to the smooth skin of Lex’s scalp, dropping kisses down until his mouth was against his jaw, and bit down. Lex jumped and cursed. “That hurt. Stop!” The pain brought him crashing back to reality.
“What do you think you’re doing? Or is it that Wade’s not here so I’ll do?”
“No! No, it’s not like that, I—I’m sorry.“ He jumped up and began to walk away from Lex and Lex went after him, grabbed Whit roughly by the arm and swung him. “What the hell’s your deal Whitney, what’s going on with you?”
Whit looked as though he were about to throw up, and tried to back away from Lex, stumbling through the flowerbeds. One part of Lex’s mind registered that and wondered if he should let the gardener know, another part told him he knew exactly what Whit was going to say if he let him speak and he was not going to let that happen.
He turned away from Whit and nearly ran back to the gazebo, grabbed his damp shirt off the floor. He stood, holding it in his hands and staring at nothing. What was wrong with him that he wanted this?
And then again, why not? What the hell was he waiting for? Prince Clark to show up and take him away on his white horse? Whit was *here*, and he was good to him, had always been good to him….
Whit came up behind him. “Sometimes, I feel like whatever I touch turns to shit, Red, and I get, I don't know...scared. But I look at you and I think, you’re so beautiful, you and...and I wonder what it would be like, I always have. I know it’s always only been Clark for you I know that. He’s incredible and he’s right for you and I need your friendship, Red, I need it like breathing, and I’m afraid of ruining things but …I still want to touch you, I’m sorry.”
Lex whirled and smacked him, and Whit staggered back, clutching his face in surprise.
”Shut up,” he spat out. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know him and you don’t know me. You think I’m sitting here waiting for Clark to come back? Fuck him! And fuck you.” He started to leave and stopped abruptly, dropped his head and growled.
“Swear to god, Whit, you try my patience. You make me want to kick your ass; god do I ever want to beat the shit out of you.” His hands were balled into fists, crushing the shirt, and with an enormous act of will, he relaxed them and smoothed the crushed fabric with his fingers. ”But I love you anyway. I really don’t want to lose you too, you bastard.”
“Really, Red? Does that mean we can be okay, some day, some day soon, like right now soon? And please say yes, because I couldn’t live without you. Please.”
TBC, tonight? (cue ominous music)
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