SummerStory chapt. 5
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roxyAll Previous Parts are here, dancing the tango, plastic roses clutched in their teeth.
My brain is here, flattened...I have to go to bed. These late hours are killing me. heh! Any body ever see that Warhol Dracula flick, I forget the title.It starred Udo Keir. It had this great bit, Dracula's throwing up the blood of his victim's because he can only drink virgin blood ( hey! I didn't write it!) and he say's "Za blud ov zees hoors iss killink me!" HA! okay, you have to hear this accent-- it's hysterical! no, really I swear...Okaaaay. Fic?
Saturday afternoon, and Clark was just getting in from his job at Johnson’s Market. The owners had kept him on, and he worked a few day’s after school, and on Saturday afternoons.
He felt dirty and sticky and couldn’t wait to take a nice cool shower. He parked the old truck in one corner of the yard and noticed his folks were out. Good. That meant he could have music blasting loud enough hear in the shower and eat whatever he wanted and right now he wanted peanut butter out the jar. He wandered into the kitchen and turned up the radio loud and pulled off his sticky tee shirt. He crammed the tail of the shirt into a lumpy mass of material in his back pocket and pulled the jar out of the pantry and was just sticking a peanut butter laden spoon in his mouth when he heard a cough.
“Umf!” he jumped and stuck himself in the back of the throat and whipped around. “Lex!”
Lex grinned at him, and reached out, turned down the radio. “Well, you look surprised to see me, and I don’t know why. Aren’t we supposed to go to Pete’s today?”
He sauntered across the kitchen and Clark tried not to stare. It was getting worse. Every time Lex was around, his brain started to melt.
He wiped his hand against his chest, forgetting he’d taken off his shirt, and Lex gestured at him, blank faced and his voice distant. “You’ve got—stuff on your chest.”
“Oh!” Clark looked down and blushed. Yeah, that looked nasty. No wonder Lex was wincing. He wiped up the peanut butter with a finger and popped it into his mouth, sucking the spread off and licking his finger as he pulled it out of his mouth. He caught sight of the look on Lex’s face and decided he’d embarrassed himself enough. He must have looked like a dumb kid doing that.
“Thanks—even though I’ve got to take a shower anyway." He grinned shamefaced at Lex and left the kitchen. “There’s juice in the fridge, and there’s fruit on the counter, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Lex let out a long shaky breath and squirmed in his seat. He really had thought he was going to pass out when Clark had licked that peanut butter off his chest. He’d actually felt faint for a moment. How in the hell could he have no idea of his effect on other people. He was like some pornographic fantasy come to life. Lex shifted again, and thought about the powder room. His dick was not losing interest and he was as close as he was ever going to get to Clark again…
He got up and walked quickly to the small bathroom under the stairs, closed and locked the door. It was yellow and bright and full of Martha’s touches, colorful towels in a galvanized bucket, cute little framed photos on the wall, and he was so going to hell, he groaned out loud as he eased his pants down. He cradled himself and thought about Clark, and peanut butter. A groan worked its way past his lips, and he slid his fingers up and down his twitching dick.
Clark, licking peanut butter, licking his fingers, sucking his fingers, on his knees sucking him—oh! A wave of heat swept over him, and his legs trembled—he was upstairs in the bathroom with Clark, watching him in the in the shower, Clark was jerking himself, slow even pulls and licking his lips, watching his own hand move over his dick, the purple head sliding through his fist, now gasping a little, moving faster now—
Lex’s hips pumped, his dick jerked hard and come plopped into the toilet and ran out over his fingers as he bit down hard on his hand and electricity flashed through his body. His back hit the wall and he struggled not to pant too loud. Fuck—he’d just jerked off in Clark’s bathroom…he felt giddy, relaxed for a moment, a grin lazily rolling over his lips and then reality hit—oh my god--he’d just jerked off in Clark’s mother’s bathroom, and he jumped upright, burning with guilt as he grabbed a handful of tissue and hastily cleaned himself, zipped up quickly and tried not to run back into the kitchen.
He waited outside the door until his breathing slowed back to normal and casually walked back in. Clark was already at the kitchen counter, wet hair hanging down over his eyes, and he blushed red when he saw Lex.
“Ah. Ready to go?"
Lex tried to speak—Clark had obviously raced through his shower, his hair was dripping and large wet areas splotched his shirt, and he looked as if he hadn’t dried off at all. Water ran down his neck and Lex twitched with the desire to lick it off. Okay, okay, pull yourself together; get a grip.
“Uhmm.” Lex nodded. He honestly hoped he’d survive the ride to Pete’s.
There was a knock at the door, and Clark heard a car pulling away.
Whit was leaning up against the screen door and he looked like death.
Lex made it from the hallway to the door before Clark could even think to move, pulling Whit in and pushing him down into a chair. “Whit! What the fuck happened! Who did this to you…I’ll kill the motherfucker who did this!” He whipped his head up to look at Clark. Lex’s eyes burned with fury and Clark shivered— for a moment he wanted to see it, wanted to watch Lex destroy whoever did this, and then he shook himself back to reality.
Whit’s head rolled back and he asked for water, Lex jerked his head at the fridge and Clark jumped to get Whit water.
“Dad…” he grabbed the glass of water from Clark and drank it quickly down. “Dad’s dead,” he gasped and ran to the sink. Clark patted his back as he threw up and looked at Lex in horror. He was speechless. Mr. Fordman was dead? God, did Whit kill him? He hadn’t even spoken to Whit, never sought him out since Whit moved in with the Ross’. As far as Clark could tell, the man acted like he didn’t even have a son.
Lex leaned on the counter edge next to Whit, rubbing his hand slowly over his shoulder.
“Whit,” he said quietly.” Did you do it? Did your father make you kill him?” he pushed his chin up gently till Whit was looking in his face. He shook his head no, and winced.
Clark felt over his scalp, he had a large lump and there was dried blood crusting his scalp and pasting his hair down in spots, but it looked like it had been mostly cleaned and he smelt some kind of antiseptic so someone had tried to take care of the injury.
“Come on,” Lex said to Clark.” Get your arm under him and we’ll take him to your room…or the fortress?”
“My room,” Clark replied and picked Whit up, and carried him up the stairs, Lex following behind.
Whit was on the bed, grunting whenever a flash of pain ripped through him, Clark could tell by the twist of his face when it hit. He pressed him back to the bed when he tried to get up. Lex stood at the side of the bed, worried and scared now that his fury had drained. He looked worn out as he asked Clark if they should let him sleep. “They don’t on TV. Isn’t that what they always say? Keep them up?”
Whit snorted. “I’m fine, I just have this killer headache…” he groaned and frowned, and sat upright. Clark immediately sat on the edge of the bed to block Whit form trying to get up.
Lex sat on the other end and fixed Whit with a steely look.
“What the fuck happened—shut up,” he growled at Clark when he wanted to protest his tone of voice, “I know when to baby this asshole and when to get serious with him. Spill.”
“He had a heart attack. Wade said he had a heart attack--”
“Wait-wait—what the fuck! Wade? He’s back?”
Clark froze and for a moment had to fight the desire to knock Whit out again. Wade? Wade? Shit. That was all they needed. And he didn’t even tell them he was back—
“I didn’t know,” he whispered, staring into Clark’s eyes, “I didn’t know, he was just – there and then my dad was there, and I think Wade made him mad—he was looking for him, I think he hit my dad and I think my dad tried to kill him—and—and me, I think….”
He shivered all over again, his teeth chattering and he jerked and twitched he was shivering so hard.
There was nothing either boy could say to Whit, no denial they could give. Whit looked like he’d lost a fight with a truck. And then Wade propped him up against the screen door and ran?
“Where’s Wade?” Whit asked and Lex ground his teeth before replying, “He left you here. Left you on the porch.”
Whit nodded and said, “He was worried about me. He didn’t want me to get in trouble with the Ross’ ” He leaned back against the headboard of Clark’s bed and sighed, and he loosened a little, didn’t shiver quite so hard. Lex started to get up and Whit’s hand shot out and held his wrist. “Please don’t leave,” he asked and a wave of slow tremors swept over him and his teeth chattered again.
Clark sighed and also began to stand up and Whit squeezed his eyes shut and said, “Please can the both of you stay? I’m – I’m a little freaked out, I really kind of need you.” He pulled gently on Lex’s wrist and Lex sat. Clark grabbed the quilt folded at the foot of the bed scooted up behind Whit and draped it over him. He glanced at Lex, and pulled Whit against his chest.
Lex got onto the bed and leaned his back against the wall, his legs hanging out over the floor.
“Tell me something Clark, how in the hell do you sleep in this tiny bed? It must be torture.”
“Not really, I kind of sleep in a ball, so it’s not that bad.” He whispered as Whit’s eyes fluttered closed. Lex lifted Wit’s legs over his own and re-covered them with the quilt. He petted his legs as Clark petted his chest and Whit sighed a deep sigh of contentment. He snuggled down against the two and was asleep in seconds.
Lex looked at Clark, asked, “It’s too much to hope you have the remote control for your TV near, isn’t it?”
Clark grinned at him, “Sorry. Wasn’t thinking we might become pillows for Whit,” and threw an edge of the quilt to Lex.
“Bundle up, we might be here a while.”
Lex groaned and sank down a bit more as he tried to get comfortable and still maintain contact with Whit.
He was easing into sleep when he thought he heard a quiet question float into the air above him.
“Why?” and silence.
Lex smiled to himself. He knew the answer to that one, it was the dream he had the most, and he always answered the same, “Because you didn’t want me.” And like every time he had the dream he sank deeper into blackness, no voices, no pictures, and he slept wonderfully and well.
TBC
My brain is here, flattened...I have to go to bed. These late hours are killing me. heh! Any body ever see that Warhol Dracula flick, I forget the title.It starred Udo Keir. It had this great bit, Dracula's throwing up the blood of his victim's because he can only drink virgin blood ( hey! I didn't write it!) and he say's "Za blud ov zees hoors iss killink me!" HA! okay, you have to hear this accent-- it's hysterical! no, really I swear...Okaaaay. Fic?
Saturday afternoon, and Clark was just getting in from his job at Johnson’s Market. The owners had kept him on, and he worked a few day’s after school, and on Saturday afternoons.
He felt dirty and sticky and couldn’t wait to take a nice cool shower. He parked the old truck in one corner of the yard and noticed his folks were out. Good. That meant he could have music blasting loud enough hear in the shower and eat whatever he wanted and right now he wanted peanut butter out the jar. He wandered into the kitchen and turned up the radio loud and pulled off his sticky tee shirt. He crammed the tail of the shirt into a lumpy mass of material in his back pocket and pulled the jar out of the pantry and was just sticking a peanut butter laden spoon in his mouth when he heard a cough.
“Umf!” he jumped and stuck himself in the back of the throat and whipped around. “Lex!”
Lex grinned at him, and reached out, turned down the radio. “Well, you look surprised to see me, and I don’t know why. Aren’t we supposed to go to Pete’s today?”
He sauntered across the kitchen and Clark tried not to stare. It was getting worse. Every time Lex was around, his brain started to melt.
He wiped his hand against his chest, forgetting he’d taken off his shirt, and Lex gestured at him, blank faced and his voice distant. “You’ve got—stuff on your chest.”
“Oh!” Clark looked down and blushed. Yeah, that looked nasty. No wonder Lex was wincing. He wiped up the peanut butter with a finger and popped it into his mouth, sucking the spread off and licking his finger as he pulled it out of his mouth. He caught sight of the look on Lex’s face and decided he’d embarrassed himself enough. He must have looked like a dumb kid doing that.
“Thanks—even though I’ve got to take a shower anyway." He grinned shamefaced at Lex and left the kitchen. “There’s juice in the fridge, and there’s fruit on the counter, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Lex let out a long shaky breath and squirmed in his seat. He really had thought he was going to pass out when Clark had licked that peanut butter off his chest. He’d actually felt faint for a moment. How in the hell could he have no idea of his effect on other people. He was like some pornographic fantasy come to life. Lex shifted again, and thought about the powder room. His dick was not losing interest and he was as close as he was ever going to get to Clark again…
He got up and walked quickly to the small bathroom under the stairs, closed and locked the door. It was yellow and bright and full of Martha’s touches, colorful towels in a galvanized bucket, cute little framed photos on the wall, and he was so going to hell, he groaned out loud as he eased his pants down. He cradled himself and thought about Clark, and peanut butter. A groan worked its way past his lips, and he slid his fingers up and down his twitching dick.
Clark, licking peanut butter, licking his fingers, sucking his fingers, on his knees sucking him—oh! A wave of heat swept over him, and his legs trembled—he was upstairs in the bathroom with Clark, watching him in the in the shower, Clark was jerking himself, slow even pulls and licking his lips, watching his own hand move over his dick, the purple head sliding through his fist, now gasping a little, moving faster now—
Lex’s hips pumped, his dick jerked hard and come plopped into the toilet and ran out over his fingers as he bit down hard on his hand and electricity flashed through his body. His back hit the wall and he struggled not to pant too loud. Fuck—he’d just jerked off in Clark’s bathroom…he felt giddy, relaxed for a moment, a grin lazily rolling over his lips and then reality hit—oh my god--he’d just jerked off in Clark’s mother’s bathroom, and he jumped upright, burning with guilt as he grabbed a handful of tissue and hastily cleaned himself, zipped up quickly and tried not to run back into the kitchen.
He waited outside the door until his breathing slowed back to normal and casually walked back in. Clark was already at the kitchen counter, wet hair hanging down over his eyes, and he blushed red when he saw Lex.
“Ah. Ready to go?"
Lex tried to speak—Clark had obviously raced through his shower, his hair was dripping and large wet areas splotched his shirt, and he looked as if he hadn’t dried off at all. Water ran down his neck and Lex twitched with the desire to lick it off. Okay, okay, pull yourself together; get a grip.
“Uhmm.” Lex nodded. He honestly hoped he’d survive the ride to Pete’s.
There was a knock at the door, and Clark heard a car pulling away.
Whit was leaning up against the screen door and he looked like death.
Lex made it from the hallway to the door before Clark could even think to move, pulling Whit in and pushing him down into a chair. “Whit! What the fuck happened! Who did this to you…I’ll kill the motherfucker who did this!” He whipped his head up to look at Clark. Lex’s eyes burned with fury and Clark shivered— for a moment he wanted to see it, wanted to watch Lex destroy whoever did this, and then he shook himself back to reality.
Whit’s head rolled back and he asked for water, Lex jerked his head at the fridge and Clark jumped to get Whit water.
“Dad…” he grabbed the glass of water from Clark and drank it quickly down. “Dad’s dead,” he gasped and ran to the sink. Clark patted his back as he threw up and looked at Lex in horror. He was speechless. Mr. Fordman was dead? God, did Whit kill him? He hadn’t even spoken to Whit, never sought him out since Whit moved in with the Ross’. As far as Clark could tell, the man acted like he didn’t even have a son.
Lex leaned on the counter edge next to Whit, rubbing his hand slowly over his shoulder.
“Whit,” he said quietly.” Did you do it? Did your father make you kill him?” he pushed his chin up gently till Whit was looking in his face. He shook his head no, and winced.
Clark felt over his scalp, he had a large lump and there was dried blood crusting his scalp and pasting his hair down in spots, but it looked like it had been mostly cleaned and he smelt some kind of antiseptic so someone had tried to take care of the injury.
“Come on,” Lex said to Clark.” Get your arm under him and we’ll take him to your room…or the fortress?”
“My room,” Clark replied and picked Whit up, and carried him up the stairs, Lex following behind.
Whit was on the bed, grunting whenever a flash of pain ripped through him, Clark could tell by the twist of his face when it hit. He pressed him back to the bed when he tried to get up. Lex stood at the side of the bed, worried and scared now that his fury had drained. He looked worn out as he asked Clark if they should let him sleep. “They don’t on TV. Isn’t that what they always say? Keep them up?”
Whit snorted. “I’m fine, I just have this killer headache…” he groaned and frowned, and sat upright. Clark immediately sat on the edge of the bed to block Whit form trying to get up.
Lex sat on the other end and fixed Whit with a steely look.
“What the fuck happened—shut up,” he growled at Clark when he wanted to protest his tone of voice, “I know when to baby this asshole and when to get serious with him. Spill.”
“He had a heart attack. Wade said he had a heart attack--”
“Wait-wait—what the fuck! Wade? He’s back?”
Clark froze and for a moment had to fight the desire to knock Whit out again. Wade? Wade? Shit. That was all they needed. And he didn’t even tell them he was back—
“I didn’t know,” he whispered, staring into Clark’s eyes, “I didn’t know, he was just – there and then my dad was there, and I think Wade made him mad—he was looking for him, I think he hit my dad and I think my dad tried to kill him—and—and me, I think….”
He shivered all over again, his teeth chattering and he jerked and twitched he was shivering so hard.
There was nothing either boy could say to Whit, no denial they could give. Whit looked like he’d lost a fight with a truck. And then Wade propped him up against the screen door and ran?
“Where’s Wade?” Whit asked and Lex ground his teeth before replying, “He left you here. Left you on the porch.”
Whit nodded and said, “He was worried about me. He didn’t want me to get in trouble with the Ross’ ” He leaned back against the headboard of Clark’s bed and sighed, and he loosened a little, didn’t shiver quite so hard. Lex started to get up and Whit’s hand shot out and held his wrist. “Please don’t leave,” he asked and a wave of slow tremors swept over him and his teeth chattered again.
Clark sighed and also began to stand up and Whit squeezed his eyes shut and said, “Please can the both of you stay? I’m – I’m a little freaked out, I really kind of need you.” He pulled gently on Lex’s wrist and Lex sat. Clark grabbed the quilt folded at the foot of the bed scooted up behind Whit and draped it over him. He glanced at Lex, and pulled Whit against his chest.
Lex got onto the bed and leaned his back against the wall, his legs hanging out over the floor.
“Tell me something Clark, how in the hell do you sleep in this tiny bed? It must be torture.”
“Not really, I kind of sleep in a ball, so it’s not that bad.” He whispered as Whit’s eyes fluttered closed. Lex lifted Wit’s legs over his own and re-covered them with the quilt. He petted his legs as Clark petted his chest and Whit sighed a deep sigh of contentment. He snuggled down against the two and was asleep in seconds.
Lex looked at Clark, asked, “It’s too much to hope you have the remote control for your TV near, isn’t it?”
Clark grinned at him, “Sorry. Wasn’t thinking we might become pillows for Whit,” and threw an edge of the quilt to Lex.
“Bundle up, we might be here a while.”
Lex groaned and sank down a bit more as he tried to get comfortable and still maintain contact with Whit.
He was easing into sleep when he thought he heard a quiet question float into the air above him.
“Why?” and silence.
Lex smiled to himself. He knew the answer to that one, it was the dream he had the most, and he always answered the same, “Because you didn’t want me.” And like every time he had the dream he sank deeper into blackness, no voices, no pictures, and he slept wonderfully and well.
TBC
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11/10/04 05:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
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11/10/04 05:10 am (UTC)Clark wants Lex like most people want, you know, oxygen or something. And vice versa.
I don't think I can take the suspense! 8-)
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11/10/04 06:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/10/04 05:17 am (UTC)Did Clark just hear Lex say that? I hope he's planning on correcting him. Also, I love eternally-clueless!Clark.
One thing though:
so Wade or someone had tried to take care of the injury.
They don't know Wade is back yet.
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11/10/04 06:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
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11/10/04 02:21 pm (UTC)*sniffly*
11/10/04 07:53 am (UTC)Poor Whit!!! {{cuddles him}}} *smites Wade*
Poor Clark and Lex, figure it out already! {{{cuddles them too}}} And *pushes them together in that teeny-tiny-itty-bitty single bed crowded with three BIG over-sized gangly limbed teenaged boys*
Uh, wait a second...
*drooooooooooooools*
*kisses*
Re: *sniffly*
11/10/04 02:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/10/04 07:58 am (UTC)*sniffle*
Damnit, woman.
You make my heart hurt.
*hugs all the bois*
I hope Lex does something nasty to Wade, i really do.
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11/10/04 02:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/10/04 02:51 pm (UTC)Credence!Spike.
Whoot.
*hugs you hard*
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11/10/04 02:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/10/04 02:56 pm (UTC)Heee!
K...what's Wade looke like again? Random violence is what Demon!Spike is all about!
*heeee!*
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11/10/04 03:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/10/04 03:37 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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11/10/04 12:25 pm (UTC)Wade left Whit on Clark's doorstep like a baby in a basket. He is a worrisome boy. And now he's heading for the Ross's? Disturbed and disturbing.
So! Lex and Clark wake up, with Whit in between them, all three of them have matching hardons, aaaannndd....ACTION! (hee!)
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11/10/04 02:28 pm (UTC)Gasp! My stars! Whatever must go on in your mind! I have no idea what you're talking about. So you should describe it, in as many words as you'd like. Flash cards would be excellent. *waits*
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11/11/04 04:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/11/04 01:20 am (UTC)good, Roxy...ver good, Roxy
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11/11/04 02:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/12/04 02:57 am (UTC)Grr!! Clark=dork!!
Ahem. I feel a little better.
Okay, 2 sets of thoughts on this story:
1- Lex!! My brain is melty! Pleez let Clark have seen and remember it a lot and tell us later!! OMG!!! *dies*
2- Thank god Whit was smart enough to try and help Whit!! As for Clark and Lex, I know next to nuthin' about first aid, but shivering? Head injuries? Shock? Please say Whit is going to be okay and he's just freaked out? *chews fingernails*
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11/12/04 03:04 am (UTC)No, really, he's going to be okay. Trust me. Or, you know, it's pretty much all over and he's still got some dancing to do-- And me too, gosh...
Dancin!!
11/12/04 04:06 am (UTC)minionfellow student in my language class danced for me today! I'd been teasing him about the dancing he'd be doing this weekend (religious holiday), and after class he moonwalked down the hallway for me!*adores!!!*
Hee!
Re: Dancin!!
11/12/04 04:32 am (UTC)minionfellow student iswell trained very amusing!Re: Dancin!!
11/12/04 04:33 am (UTC)