Summer Story part 13
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roxyOkay, here's the deal on Chapter five-- Lex and Clark run away together and live in a little cottage at the shore, Whit comes to his senses, runs off with Lana, has a million kids, Pete becomes a priest and Lionel has an epiphany, becomes good and spends the rest of his life writing children's books. Sam marries Sheryl and against all expectation's they have a wonderful life together.
Wade becomes the manager of the local McDonalds.The end.
Ah? Ah?
previous Parts are wallowing in the mire,here
Summer Story
Pete, Lex and Clark looked for Whit after school, and when he didn’t show Pete and Lex were angry. Clark just felt frozen, kind of helpless. No matter what changed for Whit, it seemed like he couldn’t let go of the bad, and it scared Clark. He kept looking at Lex on the drive home, thinking about Lex’s life, all his troubles and pain and how everyone Lex trusted seemed to dump on him time after time. What if he turned out like Whit, or –or his dad? Clark chewed on his lip. This worry about Lex and his dad, it was turning into some sort of fixation with him. He couldn’t get it out of his mind, and when he’d tried to bring it up with Lex, he’d laughed at him.
“Clark, I know the guy’s a bastard.” He’d lifted his shirt and showed Clark the bruises across his ribs. “No body gets it more that I do. How the fuck would I ever want to be like that, Clark? How?” his eyes had shimmered and his lips trembled.
“This,” he’d touched his side,” is the lesson I’ve learned, how *not to be. What not to be Clark”
Clark had forgotten all else then and concentrated on showing Lex how much he cared.
Clark sighed. It was getting harder and harder for him to stick to his game plan, but somehow he knew that if he gave in now, if he tossed his plan, Lex would lose whatever trust he’d managed to rebuild with him. God.
At his deep sigh, Lex looked at him over Pete’s head and smiled ruefully. "I feel so close to Pete at this moment. How about you?”
Pete tried to shift and snapped,"Close? You’ve got your elbow in my kidney. What are you complaining about? At least you’ll still be able to piss when we get out of here”
Lex sighed. “You know Pete, you’re such a whiner…”
“And you are a thief. And a liar, and –and a—kidnapper!”
Lex stared at him open-mouthed, stunned by his outburst, and then realization dawned.
“Oh my god…this is about the turtle isn’t it?” His eyes were wide and sparkled with glee and Clark fell even more in love with him and Lex burst out laughing, “The fucking Ninja Turtle! “
He laughed so hard tears ran down his face, and Pete struggled to keep a scowl on his face.
“Lex you bastard! It’s not funny, man! I loved those guys and it drove me nuts I couldn’t find him….”
Lex sobered and then took Pete’s arm and squeezed it. “Pete, Pete, listen, yeah, I stole Raphael—but sometimes that damn turtle was the only thing that kept me sane.” At Pete’s skeptical look he went on, “I was a little kid in a strange place and no one sounded like me, or looked like me—no one cared about me…and when it got too bad, I’d look at Raph, and he’d remind me people loved me—I had friends… It was the only thing I could take of my life here. A few pictures and this fucking little plastic turtle.”
Pete laughed but it sounded suspiciously like a sob, and Clark tsked. Pete could be way too sensitive sometime, and tried to clear his throat quietly. Felt like something was stuck in there….
“Any way, sorry about that, and I still have him if you want him.”
Pete thumped Lex in the chest. ”Shut up, stupid. Keep it.”
They dropped Pete off at home and Lex rode home with Clark.
They laughed about Pete on the way in, and told Jonathan about it while they had milk and some of Martha’s chocolate chip cookies.
He grinned at Lex and patted his shoulder. “You know Lex, we should be angry with you. You have no idea what Pete put us through. The boy’s a little obsessive,” he mused. Clark grinned and looked at his dad, and cut his eyes toward Lex. His dad grinned back and nodded. Lex put down his glass and sighed.
“You’re talking about me.” He held up his hand. “ No—I don’t need to hear words, I know it. And I’m not obsessive,” he groused and handed Clark a napkin. “Wipe, you have chocolate….”
Jonathan got up and rolled his eyes. ”Oh no, not obsessive, not you.”
He left kitchen and Lex waited a beat. “Your dad likes me better than you.”
“Uh-unh!” Clark huffed.
“And so does your mom,” he grinned.
Clark grinned back and displayed a mouth full of wet cookie. “Okay, that’s possible,” he said, and gulped the wet mess down.
“God, you’re disgusting—why do I love you again?” Lex frowned. Clark made a show of thinking.
“Because, because…you’re stupid?”
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Whit groaned and tried to get more of Wade in his mouth, the angle was awkward, but it still was hot. There was something about blowing Wade in the car that really turned him on.
Wade watched him and grunted when Whit swirled his tongue around the tip of his dick. His eyes narrowed and he panted harder, “Go ahead, bring yourself off,” he gasped and Whit hurriedly undid his jeans and began jerking himself off. He was so ready, and it wasn’t often that Wade let him do this. Wade groaned and Whit opened his eyes to see the other staring at the movement of his hand over his dick. He came as Wade’s eyes widened and he thrust up into his mouth and flooded it with hot fluid and cried out. And then he did something that made Whit freak out quietly. He put his fingers into Whit’s mouth, moved them in and out for a second and then into his own mouth. He licked around his fingers and stared at Whit as he did so.
What the fuck, Whit thought. What the fuck?
God—Wade made him insane. He could never figure him out. First he threatened him about Clark, then he acted like he didn’t give a shit—One minute Wade wanted him not touching anyone but him, the next he’s passing him around, and Whit felt a little sick remembering that night in Metropolis. But Wade did a lot for him…Wade saved him.
What was weird was he never talked about it—only brought it up once when he found out his mom had forbidden him to come to the funeral. No big deal, but Wade had been upset.
Pissed off. He’d taken him for a drive, one of those strange drives where they just cruised around and around for hours. He told him not to let any one take advantage of him and told him he was worth more than anyone knew. Yeah.
And that weekend he was a party favor for Wade’s…business associates.
But it was better now; he didn’t see those people anymore. It was so much better now.
“Whit.” That was all he said for a moment, and then,” Get up. We’re going over to my place.”
More coming when I recover.
Wade becomes the manager of the local McDonalds.The end.
Ah? Ah?
previous Parts are wallowing in the mire,here
Summer Story
Pete, Lex and Clark looked for Whit after school, and when he didn’t show Pete and Lex were angry. Clark just felt frozen, kind of helpless. No matter what changed for Whit, it seemed like he couldn’t let go of the bad, and it scared Clark. He kept looking at Lex on the drive home, thinking about Lex’s life, all his troubles and pain and how everyone Lex trusted seemed to dump on him time after time. What if he turned out like Whit, or –or his dad? Clark chewed on his lip. This worry about Lex and his dad, it was turning into some sort of fixation with him. He couldn’t get it out of his mind, and when he’d tried to bring it up with Lex, he’d laughed at him.
“Clark, I know the guy’s a bastard.” He’d lifted his shirt and showed Clark the bruises across his ribs. “No body gets it more that I do. How the fuck would I ever want to be like that, Clark? How?” his eyes had shimmered and his lips trembled.
“This,” he’d touched his side,” is the lesson I’ve learned, how *not to be. What not to be Clark”
Clark had forgotten all else then and concentrated on showing Lex how much he cared.
Clark sighed. It was getting harder and harder for him to stick to his game plan, but somehow he knew that if he gave in now, if he tossed his plan, Lex would lose whatever trust he’d managed to rebuild with him. God.
At his deep sigh, Lex looked at him over Pete’s head and smiled ruefully. "I feel so close to Pete at this moment. How about you?”
Pete tried to shift and snapped,"Close? You’ve got your elbow in my kidney. What are you complaining about? At least you’ll still be able to piss when we get out of here”
Lex sighed. “You know Pete, you’re such a whiner…”
“And you are a thief. And a liar, and –and a—kidnapper!”
Lex stared at him open-mouthed, stunned by his outburst, and then realization dawned.
“Oh my god…this is about the turtle isn’t it?” His eyes were wide and sparkled with glee and Clark fell even more in love with him and Lex burst out laughing, “The fucking Ninja Turtle! “
He laughed so hard tears ran down his face, and Pete struggled to keep a scowl on his face.
“Lex you bastard! It’s not funny, man! I loved those guys and it drove me nuts I couldn’t find him….”
Lex sobered and then took Pete’s arm and squeezed it. “Pete, Pete, listen, yeah, I stole Raphael—but sometimes that damn turtle was the only thing that kept me sane.” At Pete’s skeptical look he went on, “I was a little kid in a strange place and no one sounded like me, or looked like me—no one cared about me…and when it got too bad, I’d look at Raph, and he’d remind me people loved me—I had friends… It was the only thing I could take of my life here. A few pictures and this fucking little plastic turtle.”
Pete laughed but it sounded suspiciously like a sob, and Clark tsked. Pete could be way too sensitive sometime, and tried to clear his throat quietly. Felt like something was stuck in there….
“Any way, sorry about that, and I still have him if you want him.”
Pete thumped Lex in the chest. ”Shut up, stupid. Keep it.”
They dropped Pete off at home and Lex rode home with Clark.
They laughed about Pete on the way in, and told Jonathan about it while they had milk and some of Martha’s chocolate chip cookies.
He grinned at Lex and patted his shoulder. “You know Lex, we should be angry with you. You have no idea what Pete put us through. The boy’s a little obsessive,” he mused. Clark grinned and looked at his dad, and cut his eyes toward Lex. His dad grinned back and nodded. Lex put down his glass and sighed.
“You’re talking about me.” He held up his hand. “ No—I don’t need to hear words, I know it. And I’m not obsessive,” he groused and handed Clark a napkin. “Wipe, you have chocolate….”
Jonathan got up and rolled his eyes. ”Oh no, not obsessive, not you.”
He left kitchen and Lex waited a beat. “Your dad likes me better than you.”
“Uh-unh!” Clark huffed.
“And so does your mom,” he grinned.
Clark grinned back and displayed a mouth full of wet cookie. “Okay, that’s possible,” he said, and gulped the wet mess down.
“God, you’re disgusting—why do I love you again?” Lex frowned. Clark made a show of thinking.
“Because, because…you’re stupid?”
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Whit groaned and tried to get more of Wade in his mouth, the angle was awkward, but it still was hot. There was something about blowing Wade in the car that really turned him on.
Wade watched him and grunted when Whit swirled his tongue around the tip of his dick. His eyes narrowed and he panted harder, “Go ahead, bring yourself off,” he gasped and Whit hurriedly undid his jeans and began jerking himself off. He was so ready, and it wasn’t often that Wade let him do this. Wade groaned and Whit opened his eyes to see the other staring at the movement of his hand over his dick. He came as Wade’s eyes widened and he thrust up into his mouth and flooded it with hot fluid and cried out. And then he did something that made Whit freak out quietly. He put his fingers into Whit’s mouth, moved them in and out for a second and then into his own mouth. He licked around his fingers and stared at Whit as he did so.
What the fuck, Whit thought. What the fuck?
God—Wade made him insane. He could never figure him out. First he threatened him about Clark, then he acted like he didn’t give a shit—One minute Wade wanted him not touching anyone but him, the next he’s passing him around, and Whit felt a little sick remembering that night in Metropolis. But Wade did a lot for him…Wade saved him.
What was weird was he never talked about it—only brought it up once when he found out his mom had forbidden him to come to the funeral. No big deal, but Wade had been upset.
Pissed off. He’d taken him for a drive, one of those strange drives where they just cruised around and around for hours. He told him not to let any one take advantage of him and told him he was worth more than anyone knew. Yeah.
And that weekend he was a party favor for Wade’s…business associates.
But it was better now; he didn’t see those people anymore. It was so much better now.
“Whit.” That was all he said for a moment, and then,” Get up. We’re going over to my place.”
More coming when I recover.