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roxyThe Previous Parts are here doing something weird with --what is that? Eeeewwwww!!
More of the story? I think I've gotten around this little block so I'm just going to keep going. Love ya'll!
Summer Story
After the Ross’ had left, Martha turned to Lex and Clark, sitting on the stairs together. She looked hard at the two, her forehead creased slightly and then she asked, ”Lex, are you staying to dinner, hon?”
He shook his head and then nodded as Clark nudged him. “Yes, ma’am I think so, if it’s okay.”
“Of course, always okay for you to stay, you don’t need an invitation.” She smiled at them and went back into the kitchen.
Lex gave Clark an inquiring look, and Clark sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea how she did it but she did…she just knew and so did he. It was time to talk to Lex, past time.
“Come with me. We need to talk. I mean please follow me, can we talk?”
Lex had to grin. “Sure. And I’m following you to…?” He leaned back on his elbows and watched Clark squirm.
“The fortress?”
Lex frowned. The fortress. He was pretty sure that’s where Whit—it happened. “Of course, “ he said shortly. “Lead the way, Clark.”
*****************
The fortress looked different to Lex. Even with the doors open, if felt darker, smaller. He looked around warily as though ghosts were going to leap out at him from the shadows.
Clark led them over to the couch and they sat and Clark began to speak.
“You know Whit and I have decided not to see each other anymore. Like …that, I mean”
Lex affected a look of mild interest, and briefly contemplated making Clark describe in detail what “that” meant….
“Well, that’s nice Clark, but wouldn’t it be more accurate to say that he dumped you?”
“No! Besides he lost interest after you jumped in there too, with your slinking around behind my back—
“WHAT!”
Clark slammed to his feet. “Come on, it’s not like I don’t know you two were having sex, you know!”
“Oh please!” Lex snapped. “I’m the last person you should blame for Whit and his behavior. And let me congratulate you on the little game you two played.” He stood and slowly clapped his hands. “Bravo. It was quite impressive. Did you want to see who could get me to give in? You lost your nerve but Whit didn’t, is that it? Is that why you’re angry now, you sure didn’t care when you left me on the floor of my room!”
Clark paled and gaped at Lex. He looked ill.
Lex continued,”Look, I know what this is about. Don’t bother trying to torture me. I’m so much better at it than you could ever be. Good-bye Clark.”
He moved towards the stairs and Clark stopped him, picked him up and dumped him on the couch.
“No, goddamit, this is not how it’s supposed to go! Shut up and really listen to me for fucking once!”
Lex was shocked at the ease with which Clark picked him up, and at his words, and let himself fall back against the couch.
Clark dropped to the floor in front of Lex. "Lex- I want to tell you something, it’s important, okay?”
Lex nodded and steeled himself for the usual hash of truth and lies and self-justification Clark handed out like prizes. He would let him puke this stuff up and then he could leave, and this time swear to god, he was never coming back.
Sharp pain lanced through his chest and he winced—he was lying to himself. He’d come back again and again until he couldn’t move anymore because he was a fucking idiot and Clark was in his soul, his blood--
God, he loved this ass-hole, and it was going to kill him, he knew it.
“Lex, I’ve felt—connected--to you since I first saw you, standing in front of the class all hunched over with your hair hanging in your eyes and you were so skinny and so …sad. Sadness just poured off of you. And I needed to fix it, I wanted to fix it. It was all I could think about, every day I thought about how I could help you and then you were gone and I missed you so much. I thought I’d never see you again, and then one day you were back. I was so happy. All I wanted was for things to go back the way they were—stupid wish I know. Things change, people change…”
Lex stared at Clark. This was going to hurt even more than he thought. Fuck. He pressed his lips together and concentrated on what Clark was saying.
“Horrible things happened. And you thought I didn’t care anymore, and I thought I’d killed our friendship, and then Whit…
Lex grimaced. Whit. Whit who loved everybody a little too much. Clark blushed and pushed on.
“Okay, so you and I talked. No, actually, I talked and you nodded and said all the right things at the right times and swore all was forgiven. Bull shit. Everything is still there like a big old...boil. It hurts, but we just keep shoving it down and shoving it down and it’s coming to a head, a big ugly puss-filled greasy head…”
Lex looked pained and held his hand up,” Clark, do you mind if we just dispense with the boil analogy? I’m getting queasy and you’re enjoying it too much.”
Clark grinned for a moment and nodded. “So,” he sat on the couch next to Lex and asked,” What do you really think? About everything I mean.”
Lex blinked, and blinked again. What did he really think? About everything? Jesus.
He was going to let him talk now. Or was this more Clarkspeak, where ‘what do you think ‘ really meant ‘listen to me tell you what you think.’ Yes, and war is peace and freedom is slavery and ignorance is strength.
He rolled his shoulders and thought for a moment. "Well. Well. Let me see—you’re the biggest ass-hole of all time. You treated me like shit in the fire and then you teased me to death and left me hanging, feeling like an idiot who believed his friend was maybe more. I don’t know what happened that night, but I just about consoled myself with thinking it wasn’t me, it was some kind of straight guy panic until I realized it was Whit that did it for you. And then you kept on doing it, asking me to hang out with you guys so you could grind my face into it, and now. Whit dumps you so you’re going for second best…”
“No!” Clark yelled, startling Lex into silence. Clark looked a little startled himself, “ I—I’m sorry, that came out a lot louder than I meant it to, but anyway no.” he paused and looked thoughtful, continued, “I’m not so sure about being the biggest ass-hole of all time. That’s debatable, but I am the worst friend, the stupidest friend ever. I only want to make it up to you. I hope you’ll let me prove to you I can be the kind of friend you want me to be, Lex. You know that your friendship means everything to me. Lex, please let me show you how important it is.”
Lex heard friend, friend, friend. He nodded and thought, friend my ass. Of course you felt a connection to me, you idiot. You love me. I’ll let you prove what kind of friend you want to be all right, and by the time I’m done with you you’ll be begging for more. I know what you want, Clark Kent. Now it’s just a matter of getting you to realize it. Lex looked into the hopeful face of the boy sitting next to him, wringing his big hands together and smiling shyly and sighed to himself.
God, he had his work cut out for him….
TBC
More of the story? I think I've gotten around this little block so I'm just going to keep going. Love ya'll!
Summer Story
After the Ross’ had left, Martha turned to Lex and Clark, sitting on the stairs together. She looked hard at the two, her forehead creased slightly and then she asked, ”Lex, are you staying to dinner, hon?”
He shook his head and then nodded as Clark nudged him. “Yes, ma’am I think so, if it’s okay.”
“Of course, always okay for you to stay, you don’t need an invitation.” She smiled at them and went back into the kitchen.
Lex gave Clark an inquiring look, and Clark sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea how she did it but she did…she just knew and so did he. It was time to talk to Lex, past time.
“Come with me. We need to talk. I mean please follow me, can we talk?”
Lex had to grin. “Sure. And I’m following you to…?” He leaned back on his elbows and watched Clark squirm.
“The fortress?”
Lex frowned. The fortress. He was pretty sure that’s where Whit—it happened. “Of course, “ he said shortly. “Lead the way, Clark.”
*****************
The fortress looked different to Lex. Even with the doors open, if felt darker, smaller. He looked around warily as though ghosts were going to leap out at him from the shadows.
Clark led them over to the couch and they sat and Clark began to speak.
“You know Whit and I have decided not to see each other anymore. Like …that, I mean”
Lex affected a look of mild interest, and briefly contemplated making Clark describe in detail what “that” meant….
“Well, that’s nice Clark, but wouldn’t it be more accurate to say that he dumped you?”
“No! Besides he lost interest after you jumped in there too, with your slinking around behind my back—
“WHAT!”
Clark slammed to his feet. “Come on, it’s not like I don’t know you two were having sex, you know!”
“Oh please!” Lex snapped. “I’m the last person you should blame for Whit and his behavior. And let me congratulate you on the little game you two played.” He stood and slowly clapped his hands. “Bravo. It was quite impressive. Did you want to see who could get me to give in? You lost your nerve but Whit didn’t, is that it? Is that why you’re angry now, you sure didn’t care when you left me on the floor of my room!”
Clark paled and gaped at Lex. He looked ill.
Lex continued,”Look, I know what this is about. Don’t bother trying to torture me. I’m so much better at it than you could ever be. Good-bye Clark.”
He moved towards the stairs and Clark stopped him, picked him up and dumped him on the couch.
“No, goddamit, this is not how it’s supposed to go! Shut up and really listen to me for fucking once!”
Lex was shocked at the ease with which Clark picked him up, and at his words, and let himself fall back against the couch.
Clark dropped to the floor in front of Lex. "Lex- I want to tell you something, it’s important, okay?”
Lex nodded and steeled himself for the usual hash of truth and lies and self-justification Clark handed out like prizes. He would let him puke this stuff up and then he could leave, and this time swear to god, he was never coming back.
Sharp pain lanced through his chest and he winced—he was lying to himself. He’d come back again and again until he couldn’t move anymore because he was a fucking idiot and Clark was in his soul, his blood--
God, he loved this ass-hole, and it was going to kill him, he knew it.
“Lex, I’ve felt—connected--to you since I first saw you, standing in front of the class all hunched over with your hair hanging in your eyes and you were so skinny and so …sad. Sadness just poured off of you. And I needed to fix it, I wanted to fix it. It was all I could think about, every day I thought about how I could help you and then you were gone and I missed you so much. I thought I’d never see you again, and then one day you were back. I was so happy. All I wanted was for things to go back the way they were—stupid wish I know. Things change, people change…”
Lex stared at Clark. This was going to hurt even more than he thought. Fuck. He pressed his lips together and concentrated on what Clark was saying.
“Horrible things happened. And you thought I didn’t care anymore, and I thought I’d killed our friendship, and then Whit…
Lex grimaced. Whit. Whit who loved everybody a little too much. Clark blushed and pushed on.
“Okay, so you and I talked. No, actually, I talked and you nodded and said all the right things at the right times and swore all was forgiven. Bull shit. Everything is still there like a big old...boil. It hurts, but we just keep shoving it down and shoving it down and it’s coming to a head, a big ugly puss-filled greasy head…”
Lex looked pained and held his hand up,” Clark, do you mind if we just dispense with the boil analogy? I’m getting queasy and you’re enjoying it too much.”
Clark grinned for a moment and nodded. “So,” he sat on the couch next to Lex and asked,” What do you really think? About everything I mean.”
Lex blinked, and blinked again. What did he really think? About everything? Jesus.
He was going to let him talk now. Or was this more Clarkspeak, where ‘what do you think ‘ really meant ‘listen to me tell you what you think.’ Yes, and war is peace and freedom is slavery and ignorance is strength.
He rolled his shoulders and thought for a moment. "Well. Well. Let me see—you’re the biggest ass-hole of all time. You treated me like shit in the fire and then you teased me to death and left me hanging, feeling like an idiot who believed his friend was maybe more. I don’t know what happened that night, but I just about consoled myself with thinking it wasn’t me, it was some kind of straight guy panic until I realized it was Whit that did it for you. And then you kept on doing it, asking me to hang out with you guys so you could grind my face into it, and now. Whit dumps you so you’re going for second best…”
“No!” Clark yelled, startling Lex into silence. Clark looked a little startled himself, “ I—I’m sorry, that came out a lot louder than I meant it to, but anyway no.” he paused and looked thoughtful, continued, “I’m not so sure about being the biggest ass-hole of all time. That’s debatable, but I am the worst friend, the stupidest friend ever. I only want to make it up to you. I hope you’ll let me prove to you I can be the kind of friend you want me to be, Lex. You know that your friendship means everything to me. Lex, please let me show you how important it is.”
Lex heard friend, friend, friend. He nodded and thought, friend my ass. Of course you felt a connection to me, you idiot. You love me. I’ll let you prove what kind of friend you want to be all right, and by the time I’m done with you you’ll be begging for more. I know what you want, Clark Kent. Now it’s just a matter of getting you to realize it. Lex looked into the hopeful face of the boy sitting next to him, wringing his big hands together and smiling shyly and sighed to himself.
God, he had his work cut out for him….
TBC
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11/12/04 04:58 pm (UTC):bounces up and down:
SQUEE!
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11/12/04 05:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/12/04 05:13 pm (UTC)friend my ass. Of course you felt a connection to me, you idiot. You love me. I’ll let you prove what kind of friend you want to be all right, and by the time I’m done with you you’ll be begging for more. I know what you want, Clark Kent. Now it’s just a matter of getting you to realize it.
hehe.
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11/12/04 05:58 pm (UTC)They talk but they don't REALLY talk and...
GAH!!!
*stomps in a circle*
And is Lex being MEAN or is he just hoping he'll get what he wants?
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
*pets bois*
Damnit.
WHY oh why didn't Clark talk about the 'no' thing and how he felt like he forced Lex??
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr, some more... THAT could have cleared up some stuff...
*hugs you*
Damn i love this.
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11/12/04 07:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/12/04 07:29 pm (UTC)Everything!
All of it!!!
*flails*
don't mind me.
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11/13/04 01:56 am (UTC)There's some things they really need to fix up though, like what the hell actually happened.
I love Clark for making Lex talk.
*twirls you until we're both kinda dizzy*
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11/13/04 05:38 am (UTC)Clue bus at last!
11/13/04 07:28 am (UTC)Oh boys, just don't play head games!
*kisses Lex and Clark*
*sigh*
*kisses Roxy*
Re: Clue bus at last!
11/15/04 01:31 pm (UTC)