Summer Story part 5-b
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roxyAnd as promised or threatened, depending on your point of view, is the second part of part five.
I rather like it, myself.*grins* and more tomorrow, I hope!
Lex turned at the sound of fear and longing in Whit’s voice.
“Yes, we will be okay. Shit, we are okay… I will try as hard as I can to make it okay, Whit.”
“Then…can I come over there,” Whit asked, pointing at a spot near Lex. Lex nodded and Whit came to stand next to him. He eased the shirt from Lex’s hand and turned it around and around in his.
“I’m so sorry, I’d never put you second to anyone. You know that right? I just can’t help myself sometime.” He pressed the shirt to his mouth for a moment and said, “You know why I got involved with Wade? When someone needs you that much it can feel like love. Sometimes it makes you feel good, makes you forget, you know? Sometime you just turn to the person who’s there.”
Lex’s heart clenched and he knew. He knew in his bones what Whit had done.
So what did it make this? A cry for absolution? Or did he just want to round out the friend fuck?
He felt completely calm and relaxed as he put his hand gently on the back of Whit’s neck, felt sweat and pulled his fingers through it, and watched Whit shiver and his eyes drift shut. Something shifted deep in his chest at that moment, he slid his finger down Whit’s neck and watched him, felt the groan rather then heard it and a barely formed thought rolled like oil under the surface of his mind—I can do anything, he’ll let me do anything—he trailed a finger over his chest, across a rapidly hardening nipple and almost smiled when Whitney hissed softly—
and he thought of Clark and immediately felt sick. He pulled his hand away.
“I know that somewhere in all that bullshit you spit, you really are concerned about Clark and me, so yes, I will try to talk to him but I don’t think it will matter. He’s hardly going to throw himself on my neck and cry from joy.”
Whitney looked at him with an odd expression on his face. ”Oh, he will, Red. You have no idea.”
“He turned me down--” he began and stopped. “ I’m still hurt about-- the fire and -- and things.
It seemed as though his ability to express himself had deserted him. He felt on the edge of ten, instead of sixteen.
“So get even,” Whit said and grabbed him and kissed him, a hot wet kiss that made every nerve in his body sizzle, and his knees wobbled and he thought that maybe Whit was the devil, because at this point he wanted to think this kiss was a good idea.
Really, Whit rubbing against his bare chest and nipping and sucking at his mouth was making it hard to think rationally.
Whit crowded him against a tree and pushed lazily against him, a roll of hips against his that had him gasping and panting, and his brain was trying to shut down. No, no, no this is bad, bad, bad, oh god, it’s too bad! Lex managed to push Whit back, difficult as that single move was.
“Whit for fucks sake, can you think with something besides your dick for like, five minutes please?” He stood panting and shaking…it wasn’t fair.
“Sorry, Red. Really. “ Whit grinned shakily at him and licked his lips, his eyes trying to focus something other then Lex’s crotch.
“Don’t play with me, please. It’s not fair.” Lex hated that tears rushed into his eyes, and he fought not to let them flow.
Whit dropped in front of him, “Please Red, just once please? And you—you can call me Clark, I don’t care, just—please?” Lex froze, unable to move or speak, he let Whit unzip him and take him out. His dick was hard, had been, and he couldn’t believe how different it was when someone else touched you. He shivered and shook as Whit stroked him.
He managed to gasp “Clark! What about… Why?” And he was mortified that it came out as a wail, and Whit stopped. Leaned his head against his thigh and said, "Because it’s truth that you love him, you always have but just for now, I could be him, couldn’t I? Clark would touch you like this,” and he slowly ran his trembling hand down Lex’s dick and it rose into his hand, he clasped his fingers around it. “He’d kiss you, lick you like this,” and Whit licked at Lex like he was candy, pressed his lips on the smooth head and kissed it like he was kissing Lex’s mouth. “Lex, Lex you taste so good,” Whit said, raising his head to capture Lex’s eyes.
“Oh god! Oh god!” Lex nearly screamed and his legs quaked, his muscles quivered and he tried to keep breathing. “ I—oh shit, shit, I--"
“I know. You don’t have to do anything, just,” and Whit slid his dick between his lips, sucked it into his warm mouth, bobbed his head. Lex moaned and yanked up handfuls of his hair and fucked Whit’s mouth until he thought he was hurting him and forced himself to stop, thighs jumping and twitching like his dick twitched on Whit’s tongue.
He heard the sound of a zipper and felt more than saw Whit was jerking off as he sucked him and Lex’s head rolled back against the tree, a sob broke from his throat. Whit let his dick fall from his lips, he was panting so hard Lex could feel his chest heave against his legs and then Whit gasped against his belly, “Say my name, Lex, who am I Lex, tell me please!”and sank back down on him until his lips pressed against the soft smooth skin at the base of his dick.
“Clark! Clark! Clark!” he screamed, his legs, his ass, his chest, everything tightened and twisted and his dick jerked and spewed come into Whit’s mouth and Whit was coming too and it made it even better, more amazing, so fucking amazing.
And suddenly the world came rushing back, he felt the tree bark rough against his back, the sun blazing against his eyelids, sweat rolling and dripping down his body, Whit’s wet mouth against his skin. He smelled sweet and spice from the flowers they’d crushed, he smelled sweat and himself and earth and for a moment he felt like he was part of everything and Clark was with him, pressing a smile into his belly.
He shivered and looked down at Whit, his eyes were closed and the look on his face was nearly angelic, so soft and relaxed, until he opened his eyes and looked into Lex’s.
“Oh, Red,” he started to speak but Lex put his fingers on his mouth and shook his head.
For a few minutes at least, he wanted to pretend that it was perfect and right, and that his first time meant something important.
Whit shook him lightly and he looked down again.
“Red, I love you,” Whit looked so worried and so scared. Lex coaxed him up and let him lean into him.
"I love you too, Whit. Don’t ever doubt it.”
I rather like it, myself.*grins* and more tomorrow, I hope!
Lex turned at the sound of fear and longing in Whit’s voice.
“Yes, we will be okay. Shit, we are okay… I will try as hard as I can to make it okay, Whit.”
“Then…can I come over there,” Whit asked, pointing at a spot near Lex. Lex nodded and Whit came to stand next to him. He eased the shirt from Lex’s hand and turned it around and around in his.
“I’m so sorry, I’d never put you second to anyone. You know that right? I just can’t help myself sometime.” He pressed the shirt to his mouth for a moment and said, “You know why I got involved with Wade? When someone needs you that much it can feel like love. Sometimes it makes you feel good, makes you forget, you know? Sometime you just turn to the person who’s there.”
Lex’s heart clenched and he knew. He knew in his bones what Whit had done.
So what did it make this? A cry for absolution? Or did he just want to round out the friend fuck?
He felt completely calm and relaxed as he put his hand gently on the back of Whit’s neck, felt sweat and pulled his fingers through it, and watched Whit shiver and his eyes drift shut. Something shifted deep in his chest at that moment, he slid his finger down Whit’s neck and watched him, felt the groan rather then heard it and a barely formed thought rolled like oil under the surface of his mind—I can do anything, he’ll let me do anything—he trailed a finger over his chest, across a rapidly hardening nipple and almost smiled when Whitney hissed softly—
and he thought of Clark and immediately felt sick. He pulled his hand away.
“I know that somewhere in all that bullshit you spit, you really are concerned about Clark and me, so yes, I will try to talk to him but I don’t think it will matter. He’s hardly going to throw himself on my neck and cry from joy.”
Whitney looked at him with an odd expression on his face. ”Oh, he will, Red. You have no idea.”
“He turned me down--” he began and stopped. “ I’m still hurt about-- the fire and -- and things.
It seemed as though his ability to express himself had deserted him. He felt on the edge of ten, instead of sixteen.
“So get even,” Whit said and grabbed him and kissed him, a hot wet kiss that made every nerve in his body sizzle, and his knees wobbled and he thought that maybe Whit was the devil, because at this point he wanted to think this kiss was a good idea.
Really, Whit rubbing against his bare chest and nipping and sucking at his mouth was making it hard to think rationally.
Whit crowded him against a tree and pushed lazily against him, a roll of hips against his that had him gasping and panting, and his brain was trying to shut down. No, no, no this is bad, bad, bad, oh god, it’s too bad! Lex managed to push Whit back, difficult as that single move was.
“Whit for fucks sake, can you think with something besides your dick for like, five minutes please?” He stood panting and shaking…it wasn’t fair.
“Sorry, Red. Really. “ Whit grinned shakily at him and licked his lips, his eyes trying to focus something other then Lex’s crotch.
“Don’t play with me, please. It’s not fair.” Lex hated that tears rushed into his eyes, and he fought not to let them flow.
Whit dropped in front of him, “Please Red, just once please? And you—you can call me Clark, I don’t care, just—please?” Lex froze, unable to move or speak, he let Whit unzip him and take him out. His dick was hard, had been, and he couldn’t believe how different it was when someone else touched you. He shivered and shook as Whit stroked him.
He managed to gasp “Clark! What about… Why?” And he was mortified that it came out as a wail, and Whit stopped. Leaned his head against his thigh and said, "Because it’s truth that you love him, you always have but just for now, I could be him, couldn’t I? Clark would touch you like this,” and he slowly ran his trembling hand down Lex’s dick and it rose into his hand, he clasped his fingers around it. “He’d kiss you, lick you like this,” and Whit licked at Lex like he was candy, pressed his lips on the smooth head and kissed it like he was kissing Lex’s mouth. “Lex, Lex you taste so good,” Whit said, raising his head to capture Lex’s eyes.
“Oh god! Oh god!” Lex nearly screamed and his legs quaked, his muscles quivered and he tried to keep breathing. “ I—oh shit, shit, I--"
“I know. You don’t have to do anything, just,” and Whit slid his dick between his lips, sucked it into his warm mouth, bobbed his head. Lex moaned and yanked up handfuls of his hair and fucked Whit’s mouth until he thought he was hurting him and forced himself to stop, thighs jumping and twitching like his dick twitched on Whit’s tongue.
He heard the sound of a zipper and felt more than saw Whit was jerking off as he sucked him and Lex’s head rolled back against the tree, a sob broke from his throat. Whit let his dick fall from his lips, he was panting so hard Lex could feel his chest heave against his legs and then Whit gasped against his belly, “Say my name, Lex, who am I Lex, tell me please!”and sank back down on him until his lips pressed against the soft smooth skin at the base of his dick.
“Clark! Clark! Clark!” he screamed, his legs, his ass, his chest, everything tightened and twisted and his dick jerked and spewed come into Whit’s mouth and Whit was coming too and it made it even better, more amazing, so fucking amazing.
And suddenly the world came rushing back, he felt the tree bark rough against his back, the sun blazing against his eyelids, sweat rolling and dripping down his body, Whit’s wet mouth against his skin. He smelled sweet and spice from the flowers they’d crushed, he smelled sweat and himself and earth and for a moment he felt like he was part of everything and Clark was with him, pressing a smile into his belly.
He shivered and looked down at Whit, his eyes were closed and the look on his face was nearly angelic, so soft and relaxed, until he opened his eyes and looked into Lex’s.
“Oh, Red,” he started to speak but Lex put his fingers on his mouth and shook his head.
For a few minutes at least, he wanted to pretend that it was perfect and right, and that his first time meant something important.
Whit shook him lightly and he looked down again.
“Red, I love you,” Whit looked so worried and so scared. Lex coaxed him up and let him lean into him.
"I love you too, Whit. Don’t ever doubt it.”
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11/6/04 12:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/6/04 01:36 am (UTC):
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11/6/04 02:01 am (UTC)*baps self on nose* YaY! You win! *hugs* ;0)
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11/6/04 12:53 am (UTC)*pets Whit*
This poor kid is so, so, so fucked up. Please make it better.
*sobs*
Make Lex and Clark make it better!
*sobs some more. i mean, seriously, i need kleenex here*
Damnit.
I love this.
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11/6/04 02:24 am (UTC)*frets*
*hugs you*
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11/6/04 05:04 am (UTC)I want Clark and Lex to get together, but I'm so worried for Whit when they do, he's going to be on his own (unless Sam comes back to take care of him).
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11/6/04 03:39 pm (UTC)That broke me. :( Poor boys. It's an interesting dynamic that Whitney is acting out as an abused teen- he wants to be loved, he wants to be a pleaser, and he's so desperate for affection that I just want to hug him and not let him go- which is so not my reaction to Whitney normally.
I look forward to more. *crosses fingers things will work out*
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11/6/04 06:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/6/04 05:36 pm (UTC)Poor babies! Here's Whit trying to get Lex and Clark back together, and really, stabbing himself in th process. Boy needs to turn some of his considerable charm on Sam instead of setting himself up as some kind of substitute like this. *cuddles* Poor fucked up, baby!
And Lex!! So sexy! So sad! I'm choosing to believe that his first time was with Clark, in spite of it's bad ending. Still, a fine tangled you've made. Should be a lot of fun to untangle. *G*
*hugs*
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11/6/04 06:15 pm (UTC)pornfesthappy family? Hmmmmm.....(no subject)
11/6/04 07:14 pm (UTC)YES!!! Absolutely!
That way when they get together, they realize how important it is. It's good for them. Like cod liver oil.
*nods*
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11/6/04 06:58 pm (UTC)May I friend you?
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11/6/04 08:36 pm (UTC)It's a constant source of wonder and an enormous thrill that folks enjoy this, thank you so very much for letting me know you like it.
And I would be overjoyed to have you friend me!
*presents plate* Chocolate chip, or sugar cookie?
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11/6/04 08:55 pm (UTC)*thud*
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11/8/04 11:44 am (UTC)*sniffle*
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