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And the fic keeps coming...
Yes, yes, I'm trying to wrap it up! Wrap it up G! This is the longest chapter yet and it's all bridgey- mc.bridge--But now the various threads are coming together(slowly but we're getting there.) And I'm happy it's coming along nicely *nudges Clark really hard with toe*
Previous parts are here, dropping ash on your new carpet and sneering at your taste.
Summer Story
Evening brought with it the kind of comfortable quiet only found in a summer night. Clark and Lex were in the truck alone--they’d stayed and helped the Ross’ clean up after the barbeque, his parents had headed home and now it was just the two of them.
No radio played, they didn’t speak, the rush of air through the open truck windows the only sound. It was fine, comfortable. Lex was leaning back against the seat, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Clark felt good— The barbeque had been great, Lex had had a good day and so had he.
He pulled into the drive of the castle and the truck rolled to a stop and he looked straight ahead.
Lex’s head rolled towards him and he raised an eyebrow. “Did you have a reason for stopping here, Clark?” he smiled and stretched and Clark reminded himself to breathe.
He grinned at Lex, said “Oh yeah,” and grabbed his thighs in each big hand, and pulled him over the seat to him.
He grabbed Lex’s head before he could do more than squeak in surprise and pressed his lips against Lex’s and enjoyed how nice they felt against his. Warm and soft, with just the right amount of give. He pressed a bit more, and felt them give against his a little, and slowly touched the very tip of his tongue to Lex’s closed mouth. He leaned forward, slowly increased pressure until Lex’s lips opened a little and Clark’s tongue slid forward to touch just the tip of Lex’s, and withdrew. Lex made a little noise that traveled down Clark’s spine and followed Clark’s tongue with his, it slid in over his lips and made them tingle and open and Lex took advantage, his tongue swept eagerly into his mouth, and filled him with heat, the taste of Lex like apples and salt and steel, he moaned the whole time he kissed him and when he drew back he left Clark gasping for breath and wanting more.
Clark wasn’t sure if he pulled Lex into his lap, or if Lex climbed there himself, but suddenly he had handfuls of Lex, a squirming groaning moving non-stop Lex. He plunged back into the kiss. It felt great, in fact a little too good.
He pulled back, and Lex let out a loud gasp.
“Mmm. You have to breathe, Lex.” He chuckled. “We need to- we should slow down a bit.”
“What for,” Lex groaned. “You didn’t before. Why slow down with me?”
He reached for Clark again, and he frowned a little and pushed him back to the seat. ”Lex, we don’t want to do this in a truck.”
“We don’t? Why the hell not?” Lex huffed. Clark saw that he was already preparing for rejection and getting angry and defensive.
Clark sighed. “I want to be right, to be perfect --" He started and Lex snorted.
“God, you big frickin' girl, you. Come on Clark, it's stupid not to." And he slid his hands under his shirt and over his ribs.
Clark struggled not to giggle, “Stop, that’s tickling me!”
“It is? Damn, it’s supposed to turn you on, let me try this,” and he slid a very agile hand into the waist of Clark’s jeans and Clark grabbed his hand in a gentle but firm grip.
Lex had a reaction he was sure Clark hadn’t intended. It was an intense thrill to look down and see his whole hand swallowed up in Clark’s-- that was kind of… exciting.
Clark mistook his expression and leaned forward again. “Really Lex, you think it’s stupid, but I want it to be special and--and important, I want to show you exactly what you mean to me.”
Lex tried to cover his frustration and his temper flared. “Fuck, Clark. Does this mean I’m not getting laid?”
"Oh fine, just fine Lex!" Clark snapped,put the truck into drive and drove up to the front of the castle.
He stopped and glowered at Lex until he sighed and figured it was his turn to apologize.
“Clark, I’m an idiot and –and –an idiot. I’m sorry, you’re right.” I guess. Personally he thought sex in the truck would have been very special. Once again, Clark led the way, took the reins. And Lex wondered, at what point in my life did I become Clark’s bitch?
Clark looked grateful and pleased and squeezed Lex’s hand. “Thanks for going along with me. You’ll see, it will make a difference.”
Lex got out of the truck and began to walk away when Clark called his name softly. He groaned quietly and turned back, leaned into the open window. “Now what, Clark?”
“In case you’re wondering Lex, my game plan calls for us to be together forever. Just so you know.” He beamed happily at him and pulled off. Lex watched him drive away and shook his head.
Clark’s bitch? He laughed out loud at himself. He was anything but. He was whatever Clark wanted him to be because he was in love with him. Because Clark was in love with him and that's how it was supposed to be.
Being in love was terribly simple when you looked at it that way. He didn’t need to fight it or control it and he felt so free, and maybe Clark was right-- maybe they should wait...
He turned to go inside and instinct made him look up. His dad was in the window, arms folded and eyes like lasers trained on him.
Lex shivered. He knew he’d been waiting. Watching.
It felt like claws were sliding into him and dragging him back to earth. He had to go in, confront his dad and he had to do it alone.
TBC
Previous parts are here, dropping ash on your new carpet and sneering at your taste.
Summer Story
Evening brought with it the kind of comfortable quiet only found in a summer night. Clark and Lex were in the truck alone--they’d stayed and helped the Ross’ clean up after the barbeque, his parents had headed home and now it was just the two of them.
No radio played, they didn’t speak, the rush of air through the open truck windows the only sound. It was fine, comfortable. Lex was leaning back against the seat, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Clark felt good— The barbeque had been great, Lex had had a good day and so had he.
He pulled into the drive of the castle and the truck rolled to a stop and he looked straight ahead.
Lex’s head rolled towards him and he raised an eyebrow. “Did you have a reason for stopping here, Clark?” he smiled and stretched and Clark reminded himself to breathe.
He grinned at Lex, said “Oh yeah,” and grabbed his thighs in each big hand, and pulled him over the seat to him.
He grabbed Lex’s head before he could do more than squeak in surprise and pressed his lips against Lex’s and enjoyed how nice they felt against his. Warm and soft, with just the right amount of give. He pressed a bit more, and felt them give against his a little, and slowly touched the very tip of his tongue to Lex’s closed mouth. He leaned forward, slowly increased pressure until Lex’s lips opened a little and Clark’s tongue slid forward to touch just the tip of Lex’s, and withdrew. Lex made a little noise that traveled down Clark’s spine and followed Clark’s tongue with his, it slid in over his lips and made them tingle and open and Lex took advantage, his tongue swept eagerly into his mouth, and filled him with heat, the taste of Lex like apples and salt and steel, he moaned the whole time he kissed him and when he drew back he left Clark gasping for breath and wanting more.
Clark wasn’t sure if he pulled Lex into his lap, or if Lex climbed there himself, but suddenly he had handfuls of Lex, a squirming groaning moving non-stop Lex. He plunged back into the kiss. It felt great, in fact a little too good.
He pulled back, and Lex let out a loud gasp.
“Mmm. You have to breathe, Lex.” He chuckled. “We need to- we should slow down a bit.”
“What for,” Lex groaned. “You didn’t before. Why slow down with me?”
He reached for Clark again, and he frowned a little and pushed him back to the seat. ”Lex, we don’t want to do this in a truck.”
“We don’t? Why the hell not?” Lex huffed. Clark saw that he was already preparing for rejection and getting angry and defensive.
Clark sighed. “I want to be right, to be perfect --" He started and Lex snorted.
“God, you big frickin' girl, you. Come on Clark, it's stupid not to." And he slid his hands under his shirt and over his ribs.
Clark struggled not to giggle, “Stop, that’s tickling me!”
“It is? Damn, it’s supposed to turn you on, let me try this,” and he slid a very agile hand into the waist of Clark’s jeans and Clark grabbed his hand in a gentle but firm grip.
Lex had a reaction he was sure Clark hadn’t intended. It was an intense thrill to look down and see his whole hand swallowed up in Clark’s-- that was kind of… exciting.
Clark mistook his expression and leaned forward again. “Really Lex, you think it’s stupid, but I want it to be special and--and important, I want to show you exactly what you mean to me.”
Lex tried to cover his frustration and his temper flared. “Fuck, Clark. Does this mean I’m not getting laid?”
"Oh fine, just fine Lex!" Clark snapped,put the truck into drive and drove up to the front of the castle.
He stopped and glowered at Lex until he sighed and figured it was his turn to apologize.
“Clark, I’m an idiot and –and –an idiot. I’m sorry, you’re right.” I guess. Personally he thought sex in the truck would have been very special. Once again, Clark led the way, took the reins. And Lex wondered, at what point in my life did I become Clark’s bitch?
Clark looked grateful and pleased and squeezed Lex’s hand. “Thanks for going along with me. You’ll see, it will make a difference.”
Lex got out of the truck and began to walk away when Clark called his name softly. He groaned quietly and turned back, leaned into the open window. “Now what, Clark?”
“In case you’re wondering Lex, my game plan calls for us to be together forever. Just so you know.” He beamed happily at him and pulled off. Lex watched him drive away and shook his head.
Clark’s bitch? He laughed out loud at himself. He was anything but. He was whatever Clark wanted him to be because he was in love with him. Because Clark was in love with him and that's how it was supposed to be.
Being in love was terribly simple when you looked at it that way. He didn’t need to fight it or control it and he felt so free, and maybe Clark was right-- maybe they should wait...
He turned to go inside and instinct made him look up. His dad was in the window, arms folded and eyes like lasers trained on him.
Lex shivered. He knew he’d been waiting. Watching.
It felt like claws were sliding into him and dragging him back to earth. He had to go in, confront his dad and he had to do it alone.
TBC
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