Aaaaand more!
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roxyTah-Dah! *leaps in from offstage wearing rubber nose and big floppy shoes*
Are you ready for more, kids?
Here we go!
The previous parts are here, drinking your import beer and leaving the crap stuff in the fridge, and hey...isn't that *your* sweetie's leg they're humping?
The movie had already started by the time they made it to their seats, Pete and Lana left them at their theater before going on to their own, and made plans to meet outside, since Whit was the driver for the evening.
Nice and safe, he thought. Lots of company so neither one of them could give in to temptation. Clark was too willing to be alone with him and of course he understood. Sex was brand new and he wanted to do it all the time and he was probably telling himself that he felt something like love for Whit. Damn. And Whitney knew better. He knew he shouldn’t have let it happen. But. It was Clark. And still wrong. He belonged to Red.
Red. God. And he fucked that up too. He was such a fucking slut…it was a miracle that Red still talked to him, but he’d really blew it this time, he fucked up major.
Shit. He shifted in his seat, his thoughts making him feel uncomfortable, and Clark made a little inquiring noise, and dropped his big hot hand on Whit’s leg.
Whit immediately glanced around the theater, and thankfully the rows immediately around them were almost empty. He relaxed a little and Clark rubbed his leg in a friendly way. Whit sank a little lower into his seat, and the movement pushed Clark’s hand a little higher on his thigh. Clark slid his hand around to the inside of his leg and squeezed lightly, moving higher with each bit of pressure until the back of his hand was pressed against the bulge in Whit’s jeans. Clark’s breath was getting heavier and Whit was trying not to make a sound, when Clark’s hand closed on his erection and squeezed him through the fabric. It was so innocent in a way. It’d been ages since someone played with him like this, and it made his dick strain against the denim, and Clark was nearly panting. Whit could see that he was hard. Before he could touch him Clark pressed down on his own dick, and shivered. Whit couldn’t keep in the groan that forced its way out of his clenched teeth, that was just so hot…
Clark had been a little on edge since they sat down. Whit was confusing him. He acted like he didn’t want to be alone with him anymore, and he couldn’t figure out what had happened. Something was off, with Whit and with Lex. Whit and Lex…something had gone on between the two of them, Clark was pretty sure, but he didn’t own either of them. He knew Whit, and he hardly thought that he changed over night. But Lex…
Whit was staring at the screen and squirming in his seat.
Well, maybe this is too much for Whit. Maybe I want too much. Maybe he thinks I’m asking for something I know he can’t give—to me at least.
He put his hand on Whit’s leg and patted him. He wanted to reassure him, let him know he didn’t have to do anything if he didn’t want to …but Whit’s leg was so warm and muscular and it felt good to squeeze—and if it felt good there, it probably would feel good here, and worked his way up Whit’s thigh until he felt the heat and hardness of his dick and pressed the back of his hand hard against it. He could feel Whit pulse—it made his mouth dry and his eyes dried too, and then he got that burning pressure behind them again, they felt dry and hot, and his breath was scrapping across his tongue, so dry—he licked his lips, trying to wet them and his eyes really, really felt like they were going to explode. God, Whit was pushing against his hand, so he turned it palm down and gripped him through the denim. He felt him jump and heard Whit groan, and he had to grab himself… he shivered and swallowed hard and Whit groaned again—oh! His eyes! There was—
He raised a little in his seat and felt a hot pulse behind his eyes…and it felt like a wave of heat ran over the surface of his eye and then relief, like a breath of cool air over his eye and he felt like he did after a sneeze or—there was a popping sound and the screen was on fire. He jumped up and accidentally knocked Whit hard to the floor as it happened again, and again- jets of flame were coming out of his eyes! He couldn’t stop it! He closed his eyes and the feeling lessened, was bearable, and he was so scared by what happened his dick wilted completely, and all he could think of was how was he ever going to open his eyes again… and it was over.
Except for the screaming, yelling patrons and the employees spraying the screen down frantically with extinguishers and Whit, slowly coming up off the floor with a groggy, “Clark what the fuck happened?”
Clark grabbed him, “Come on Whit, let’s get out of here!"
They met Pete and Lana out side of the movies. Pete gleefully waved free passes to the movies. “Man, can you believer it! This is great! That flick we went to was a dog! It’s like getting paid to watch it!”
“Uhm-hm,” Lana smiled, “And all we had to do was nearly fry in a fiery inferno.”
They laughed but Clark shivered, paling in horror. It could have gone than way and it would have been his fault. He could have killed his friends and his neighbors and all because he was a freak.
Aww, poor little aliem boy...TBC!
Are you ready for more, kids?
Here we go!
The previous parts are here, drinking your import beer and leaving the crap stuff in the fridge, and hey...isn't that *your* sweetie's leg they're humping?
The movie had already started by the time they made it to their seats, Pete and Lana left them at their theater before going on to their own, and made plans to meet outside, since Whit was the driver for the evening.
Nice and safe, he thought. Lots of company so neither one of them could give in to temptation. Clark was too willing to be alone with him and of course he understood. Sex was brand new and he wanted to do it all the time and he was probably telling himself that he felt something like love for Whit. Damn. And Whitney knew better. He knew he shouldn’t have let it happen. But. It was Clark. And still wrong. He belonged to Red.
Red. God. And he fucked that up too. He was such a fucking slut…it was a miracle that Red still talked to him, but he’d really blew it this time, he fucked up major.
Shit. He shifted in his seat, his thoughts making him feel uncomfortable, and Clark made a little inquiring noise, and dropped his big hot hand on Whit’s leg.
Whit immediately glanced around the theater, and thankfully the rows immediately around them were almost empty. He relaxed a little and Clark rubbed his leg in a friendly way. Whit sank a little lower into his seat, and the movement pushed Clark’s hand a little higher on his thigh. Clark slid his hand around to the inside of his leg and squeezed lightly, moving higher with each bit of pressure until the back of his hand was pressed against the bulge in Whit’s jeans. Clark’s breath was getting heavier and Whit was trying not to make a sound, when Clark’s hand closed on his erection and squeezed him through the fabric. It was so innocent in a way. It’d been ages since someone played with him like this, and it made his dick strain against the denim, and Clark was nearly panting. Whit could see that he was hard. Before he could touch him Clark pressed down on his own dick, and shivered. Whit couldn’t keep in the groan that forced its way out of his clenched teeth, that was just so hot…
Clark had been a little on edge since they sat down. Whit was confusing him. He acted like he didn’t want to be alone with him anymore, and he couldn’t figure out what had happened. Something was off, with Whit and with Lex. Whit and Lex…something had gone on between the two of them, Clark was pretty sure, but he didn’t own either of them. He knew Whit, and he hardly thought that he changed over night. But Lex…
Whit was staring at the screen and squirming in his seat.
Well, maybe this is too much for Whit. Maybe I want too much. Maybe he thinks I’m asking for something I know he can’t give—to me at least.
He put his hand on Whit’s leg and patted him. He wanted to reassure him, let him know he didn’t have to do anything if he didn’t want to …but Whit’s leg was so warm and muscular and it felt good to squeeze—and if it felt good there, it probably would feel good here, and worked his way up Whit’s thigh until he felt the heat and hardness of his dick and pressed the back of his hand hard against it. He could feel Whit pulse—it made his mouth dry and his eyes dried too, and then he got that burning pressure behind them again, they felt dry and hot, and his breath was scrapping across his tongue, so dry—he licked his lips, trying to wet them and his eyes really, really felt like they were going to explode. God, Whit was pushing against his hand, so he turned it palm down and gripped him through the denim. He felt him jump and heard Whit groan, and he had to grab himself… he shivered and swallowed hard and Whit groaned again—oh! His eyes! There was—
He raised a little in his seat and felt a hot pulse behind his eyes…and it felt like a wave of heat ran over the surface of his eye and then relief, like a breath of cool air over his eye and he felt like he did after a sneeze or—there was a popping sound and the screen was on fire. He jumped up and accidentally knocked Whit hard to the floor as it happened again, and again- jets of flame were coming out of his eyes! He couldn’t stop it! He closed his eyes and the feeling lessened, was bearable, and he was so scared by what happened his dick wilted completely, and all he could think of was how was he ever going to open his eyes again… and it was over.
Except for the screaming, yelling patrons and the employees spraying the screen down frantically with extinguishers and Whit, slowly coming up off the floor with a groggy, “Clark what the fuck happened?”
Clark grabbed him, “Come on Whit, let’s get out of here!"
They met Pete and Lana out side of the movies. Pete gleefully waved free passes to the movies. “Man, can you believer it! This is great! That flick we went to was a dog! It’s like getting paid to watch it!”
“Uhm-hm,” Lana smiled, “And all we had to do was nearly fry in a fiery inferno.”
They laughed but Clark shivered, paling in horror. It could have gone than way and it would have been his fault. He could have killed his friends and his neighbors and all because he was a freak.
Aww, poor little aliem boy...TBC!
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11/7/04 12:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/7/04 12:37 am (UTC)Goof.
And damn, now he sets things on fire!!
My gods!!
*i am clueless*
And the trigger is sexual tension!
We're all gonna die.
*hee!*
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11/7/04 12:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/7/04 12:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/7/04 12:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/7/04 12:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/7/04 12:59 am (UTC)I'm so glad you're so happy!!
*bouncing along side of you*
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11/7/04 02:02 am (UTC)I love it, the adolescent groping in the movies, and Clark setting screens on fire. I love that Clark isn't allowing himself to be jealous about Lex and Whit too.
I shouldn't be laughing now, should I?
11/7/04 05:13 am (UTC)*looks for more*
*pouts*
*huggles*
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11/7/04 05:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/7/04 03:26 pm (UTC)Re: I shouldn't be laughing now, should I?
11/7/04 03:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/7/04 03:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/7/04 03:34 pm (UTC)"Uh, baseball?"
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11/7/04 03:49 pm (UTC)"Um, cheerleaders?"
"Come on now, son, tell us the truth. Oh by the way Lex came--DAMN!!! Now the curtains are on fi-- Erm. Son?"
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11/7/04 04:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/7/04 06:16 pm (UTC)Aww. If you're not going to play with them, do you mind if I do? I'd like to turn it into a series of shorts about them.
And thank you so much, you flatter me beyond words. Actually I love the fic that comes out of the show much more than the show itself, but that's just between you and me! Shhh!
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11/8/04 01:19 am (UTC)I love it, and I'm glad the muses are on such a roll, since I'm addicted to your boys.
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11/8/04 11:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/8/04 04:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/8/04 04:40 pm (UTC)Whew. I feel a little like Clark, myself! And speakin of!! Whee!! Love the Eyegasm!! *G* Cannot wait to see how Clark deals (or fails to) with this!
Finally -
Clark was pretty sure, but he didn't own either of them
Hah!! Little does he know!! *eg*
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