Summer Story
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roxyI think I'm on track again. For some reason, I'm sticking bit with all of them. I've spilt this bit into two parts, so there will be mor eafter this. for all of you being so patient with this story, thanks a mill- I appreciate it, I really do. *crosses fingeres* We may be on a roll!
All Previous Parts to Summer Story (now at chapter six, hokey smokes!) are here.
Summer Story
Clark laid down on the double bed and kicked the pillows onto the floor for Lex to sit on. They’d been very quiet all the way back to the farm, Clark had struggled not to speak. He figured that Lex would speak when he was ready—he better be ready in a few minutes though.
Lex watched him under his lashes—Clark waited…
“So, what did you see?” Lex asked.
“I saw you were letting your dad have it—good. It’s about time he was put in his place. I’ve always hated him—geez, ever since the funeral, he was such a dick—I’m sorry!” Clark blushed, sorry that he’d brought up Lex’s mom’s death, that he’d reminded them both how awful Lionel had been to him that day but Lex waved it off.
“Don’t worry Clark—I think that’s the day I realized my dad doesn’t give a god damn about me—or anyone as a matter of fact. I’ve been over that for a long time.” He looked sad anyway, Clark thought. It must be hard to grow up thinking no one loved you. He thought of Whit and sighed. Yeah, it was hard to grow up that way. He’d watched Lex come so close to being like his dad—little ways that crept up on him, little parts of his personality that were icing over and becoming Lionel despite what he did to try and keep that from happening—it was hard to keep Lionel’s influence from turning Lex into a copy of him, but it was his job now.
Lex got up and walked around the room, as always restless when he had something to say or do that he considered very important. “Clark—I can’t go back there.”
“Of course not! Your dad was going to hit you! He was going to beat you up, Lex!” Clark was concerned, Lex seemed unusually shook about today’s episode, maybe he was off center because of *everything* that had happened—it was a horrible experience after all, and quiet a lot of things had happened.
Clark tried not to snort out loud—sometimes he had a real talent for understatement….
“Clark—he—he—you know…bad touch.”
Clark looked at him in confusion, as his brain did a little sidestep maneuver around Lex’s words. What did he mean…Lex ran a hand over his head, and blew non-existent bangs out of his eyes. Okay, worried now. It was really rare for Lex to slip into old habits like that. "Lex, could you just say it, what you mean?”
“I did Clark,” he waved his arms about in frustration and turned red. "Bad touch." He stopped, dropped his arms to his side and lowered his head. He was even paler now, and his shoulders shook.
Oh fuck! Clark jumped up and scooped Lex into his arms and held him close. He could feel little tremors sweep Lex’ s body. He felt weak, felt horrified. “You’re—you’re sure? No, I know you’re sure, but –are you sure he meant…”
“Clark! Of course I’m fuckin’ sure! Why the fuck would I imagine that?”
Clark swayed a bit as a roaring wave of pure fury swept over him. He slammed his eyes shut to stop himself from incinerating his room. That bastard- that disgusting freak bastard. Clark dropped his arms from Lex and turned for the stairs. He was going to kill that son-of –a-bitch right now.
Lex grabbed at his arms —“No! Don’t! He’ll find a way to make you pay, don’t Clark! He’s got his eye on you already, I’m sure. All that stuff that happened? Don’t think he isn’t thinking about it now. And the way you just turned up inside the study—Clark…,” he stuttered, “Just what is that all about, anyway. Are--- can you tell me about it? Will you tell me about it?”
“Lex. I *do* want to tell you everything, but—after--after you’re going to think differently about me….”
“You saved my life. You and I have been friends forever and we’re a hell of a lot more than that now. There’s nothing you could say to change how I feel about you. Northing.” Lex thrust his chin out; he was determined to make Clark understand that.
Clark held his hands up. “Wait. Just hear me out first. Don’t promise something you might not be able to give.”
Lex nodded and frowned a little. Clark could tell he thought he was being overly dramatic. This is it. He gritted his teeth and started talking.
******
Lex was stunned; amazed, afraid, excited... he tried to feel his way through the maze of feeling and emotion he was spinning through.. What Clark told him explained a lot—and confused him terribly. If Clark wasn’t human—what was he? Why did he look and act human? Why did his people send him here? Did he look human all the time? Was he human all over?
“Lex, you’ve got that quietly freaking look on your face.” Clark said sadly. “It was too much wasn’t it?”
Lex shook his head. “No—no. Well, yes, a lot, but not *too* much. It's okay. I think. I mean I know it’s okay. Clark. I already told you—this makes no difference. What does worry me is someone like my dick of a father getting hold of this.” He thought to himself that he’d be able to process this information, he was positive—and truthfully, looking at Clark he felt no different. He still loved him. He loved him more if that was possible. He’d just taken the biggest step a person could take; he’d opened his heart and soul to him and trusted him with everything he had. Lex felt his eyes prickle, and he closed them quickly and opened them again to see Clark staring into his face, scant inches away. He had a little smile on his lips, and his tone was teasing and gentle.
“Well Lex, its not like I scream this from the rooftops. You are the only one who knows about me—besides mom and dad. And now that you know, I’ll be forced to keep you forever. I’ll never let you out of my sight again.” he leered.
Lex smirked, “What, never?” He walked over to Clark in that way no one else did, that walk that was sex in motion and rested his hands on Clark’s shoulders. “I’m going to hold you to that, you know.”
Clark smiled and a shiver rippled through him. yes please. He reached for Lex but he smoothly slid out of his reach, smiling a little at him as he backed away.
Lex stretched and his t-shirt rode up, exposing a strip of smooth belly, and Clark’s fingers twitched. He really needed to touch that skin now—
“Boys! Dinner!”
Oh, geez.
Lex looked almost relieved Clark thought—but when he saw Clark looking at him he gave him a warm mile and held his hand out. “Come on, let’s get dinner. We’ll talk more later.”
Clark pouted as discreetly as he could. Talk? No more talking! Kissing! And stuff—should take place now. He felt a sting of guilt. Did he make Lex feel like this all the time? Damn. If so, it was really kind of… mean of him. Clark followed Lex down the stairs and tried not to watch his ass. He had important things to think about – and a hell of an announcement to make to his dad. He really hoped his mom had smoothed the way—
Dinner was good. Right up until the moment that Clark told his dad, it was nice.
Jonathan imploded silently when Clark told him that Red knew, that he intended for Red—Lex --to know everything about him. What about the hell about Lionel? Had he given any thought to the fact that Lionel was a sneaky no-good son-of-a-bitch? How in the hell was he going to protect Clark from Lionel—and protect Red too, if it came to that?
He stared at the boys across the table and he saw in Clark’s face that same stubborn set he got in his. He needed to choose his words carefully; he didn’t want to drive a wedge between himself and his son.
Jonathan refused to look at Martha; he needed Clark to know that this was strictly his own decision. Clark has been calm and very reasonable during his revelation—he owed him the same maturity, though every fiber of his being demanded that he rise up and whack Clark in the head and yell, ”What the fuck were you thinking?” but he was the adult here and no way was he going to be out adulted by these kids.
He saw Red look at Clark quickly; a brief glance but the intimacy of the look sent a chill down his spine. Okay, he figured it had to be more than being best buds with Red that brought the whole desire out in Clark to tell all—but that was the boy’s mother’s department, he was less inclined to share there.
Something major had happened between the two, even he could see that. God. It had to be sex. And if that was the case, Clark needed a real good talking to. He couldn’t just--have sex all over--and tell everyone his secret, could he? No. No he can’t.And I hope someday I can erase the pictures in my brain, god help me.
Jonathan took a breath and watched the boys wince.
“Red—you know, I can’t undo this, I’m not even sure that I want to. We knew this situation would come up someday, and I always tried to have some idea in my head about how I would deal with it. generally in my mind it involved marriage So. That day is here.” He shrugged. “Now we work on how to conceal Clark’s secret from your father, who is without a doubt, the biggest creep on the face of the earth.”
Lex started and looked at him a little guiltily, and Clark positively swelled in his seat. His cheeks were bright red, and he looked at Lex fiercely. “Lex, I’m telling them. If they know about this, they have to know that too.”
Lex nodded and Martha and Jonathan looked at each other. Now what?
All Previous Parts to Summer Story (now at chapter six, hokey smokes!) are here.
Summer Story
Clark laid down on the double bed and kicked the pillows onto the floor for Lex to sit on. They’d been very quiet all the way back to the farm, Clark had struggled not to speak. He figured that Lex would speak when he was ready—he better be ready in a few minutes though.
Lex watched him under his lashes—Clark waited…
“So, what did you see?” Lex asked.
“I saw you were letting your dad have it—good. It’s about time he was put in his place. I’ve always hated him—geez, ever since the funeral, he was such a dick—I’m sorry!” Clark blushed, sorry that he’d brought up Lex’s mom’s death, that he’d reminded them both how awful Lionel had been to him that day but Lex waved it off.
“Don’t worry Clark—I think that’s the day I realized my dad doesn’t give a god damn about me—or anyone as a matter of fact. I’ve been over that for a long time.” He looked sad anyway, Clark thought. It must be hard to grow up thinking no one loved you. He thought of Whit and sighed. Yeah, it was hard to grow up that way. He’d watched Lex come so close to being like his dad—little ways that crept up on him, little parts of his personality that were icing over and becoming Lionel despite what he did to try and keep that from happening—it was hard to keep Lionel’s influence from turning Lex into a copy of him, but it was his job now.
Lex got up and walked around the room, as always restless when he had something to say or do that he considered very important. “Clark—I can’t go back there.”
“Of course not! Your dad was going to hit you! He was going to beat you up, Lex!” Clark was concerned, Lex seemed unusually shook about today’s episode, maybe he was off center because of *everything* that had happened—it was a horrible experience after all, and quiet a lot of things had happened.
Clark tried not to snort out loud—sometimes he had a real talent for understatement….
“Clark—he—he—you know…bad touch.”
Clark looked at him in confusion, as his brain did a little sidestep maneuver around Lex’s words. What did he mean…Lex ran a hand over his head, and blew non-existent bangs out of his eyes. Okay, worried now. It was really rare for Lex to slip into old habits like that. "Lex, could you just say it, what you mean?”
“I did Clark,” he waved his arms about in frustration and turned red. "Bad touch." He stopped, dropped his arms to his side and lowered his head. He was even paler now, and his shoulders shook.
Oh fuck! Clark jumped up and scooped Lex into his arms and held him close. He could feel little tremors sweep Lex’ s body. He felt weak, felt horrified. “You’re—you’re sure? No, I know you’re sure, but –are you sure he meant…”
“Clark! Of course I’m fuckin’ sure! Why the fuck would I imagine that?”
Clark swayed a bit as a roaring wave of pure fury swept over him. He slammed his eyes shut to stop himself from incinerating his room. That bastard- that disgusting freak bastard. Clark dropped his arms from Lex and turned for the stairs. He was going to kill that son-of –a-bitch right now.
Lex grabbed at his arms —“No! Don’t! He’ll find a way to make you pay, don’t Clark! He’s got his eye on you already, I’m sure. All that stuff that happened? Don’t think he isn’t thinking about it now. And the way you just turned up inside the study—Clark…,” he stuttered, “Just what is that all about, anyway. Are--- can you tell me about it? Will you tell me about it?”
“Lex. I *do* want to tell you everything, but—after--after you’re going to think differently about me….”
“You saved my life. You and I have been friends forever and we’re a hell of a lot more than that now. There’s nothing you could say to change how I feel about you. Northing.” Lex thrust his chin out; he was determined to make Clark understand that.
Clark held his hands up. “Wait. Just hear me out first. Don’t promise something you might not be able to give.”
Lex nodded and frowned a little. Clark could tell he thought he was being overly dramatic. This is it. He gritted his teeth and started talking.
******
Lex was stunned; amazed, afraid, excited... he tried to feel his way through the maze of feeling and emotion he was spinning through.. What Clark told him explained a lot—and confused him terribly. If Clark wasn’t human—what was he? Why did he look and act human? Why did his people send him here? Did he look human all the time? Was he human all over?
“Lex, you’ve got that quietly freaking look on your face.” Clark said sadly. “It was too much wasn’t it?”
Lex shook his head. “No—no. Well, yes, a lot, but not *too* much. It's okay. I think. I mean I know it’s okay. Clark. I already told you—this makes no difference. What does worry me is someone like my dick of a father getting hold of this.” He thought to himself that he’d be able to process this information, he was positive—and truthfully, looking at Clark he felt no different. He still loved him. He loved him more if that was possible. He’d just taken the biggest step a person could take; he’d opened his heart and soul to him and trusted him with everything he had. Lex felt his eyes prickle, and he closed them quickly and opened them again to see Clark staring into his face, scant inches away. He had a little smile on his lips, and his tone was teasing and gentle.
“Well Lex, its not like I scream this from the rooftops. You are the only one who knows about me—besides mom and dad. And now that you know, I’ll be forced to keep you forever. I’ll never let you out of my sight again.” he leered.
Lex smirked, “What, never?” He walked over to Clark in that way no one else did, that walk that was sex in motion and rested his hands on Clark’s shoulders. “I’m going to hold you to that, you know.”
Clark smiled and a shiver rippled through him. yes please. He reached for Lex but he smoothly slid out of his reach, smiling a little at him as he backed away.
Lex stretched and his t-shirt rode up, exposing a strip of smooth belly, and Clark’s fingers twitched. He really needed to touch that skin now—
“Boys! Dinner!”
Oh, geez.
Lex looked almost relieved Clark thought—but when he saw Clark looking at him he gave him a warm mile and held his hand out. “Come on, let’s get dinner. We’ll talk more later.”
Clark pouted as discreetly as he could. Talk? No more talking! Kissing! And stuff—should take place now. He felt a sting of guilt. Did he make Lex feel like this all the time? Damn. If so, it was really kind of… mean of him. Clark followed Lex down the stairs and tried not to watch his ass. He had important things to think about – and a hell of an announcement to make to his dad. He really hoped his mom had smoothed the way—
Dinner was good. Right up until the moment that Clark told his dad, it was nice.
Jonathan imploded silently when Clark told him that Red knew, that he intended for Red—Lex --to know everything about him. What about the hell about Lionel? Had he given any thought to the fact that Lionel was a sneaky no-good son-of-a-bitch? How in the hell was he going to protect Clark from Lionel—and protect Red too, if it came to that?
He stared at the boys across the table and he saw in Clark’s face that same stubborn set he got in his. He needed to choose his words carefully; he didn’t want to drive a wedge between himself and his son.
Jonathan refused to look at Martha; he needed Clark to know that this was strictly his own decision. Clark has been calm and very reasonable during his revelation—he owed him the same maturity, though every fiber of his being demanded that he rise up and whack Clark in the head and yell, ”What the fuck were you thinking?” but he was the adult here and no way was he going to be out adulted by these kids.
He saw Red look at Clark quickly; a brief glance but the intimacy of the look sent a chill down his spine. Okay, he figured it had to be more than being best buds with Red that brought the whole desire out in Clark to tell all—but that was the boy’s mother’s department, he was less inclined to share there.
Something major had happened between the two, even he could see that. God. It had to be sex. And if that was the case, Clark needed a real good talking to. He couldn’t just--have sex all over--and tell everyone his secret, could he? No. No he can’t.And I hope someday I can erase the pictures in my brain, god help me.
Jonathan took a breath and watched the boys wince.
“Red—you know, I can’t undo this, I’m not even sure that I want to. We knew this situation would come up someday, and I always tried to have some idea in my head about how I would deal with it. generally in my mind it involved marriage So. That day is here.” He shrugged. “Now we work on how to conceal Clark’s secret from your father, who is without a doubt, the biggest creep on the face of the earth.”
Lex started and looked at him a little guiltily, and Clark positively swelled in his seat. His cheeks were bright red, and he looked at Lex fiercely. “Lex, I’m telling them. If they know about this, they have to know that too.”
Lex nodded and Martha and Jonathan looked at each other. Now what?
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12/28/04 07:28 pm (UTC)Okay, he figured it had to be more than being best buds with Red that brought the whole desire out in Clark to tell all—but that was the boy’s mother’s department, he was less inclined to share there.
Ha! Silly Jonathan!
I love your new layout, btw.
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12/29/04 03:53 am (UTC)I'm kinda pleased with my layout change too, thanks-- you know my feelings about JD. *happysigh*
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12/28/04 11:11 pm (UTC)W00t!
:sings: The boys're gettin' married in the mornin'!
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12/29/04 03:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/28/04 11:53 pm (UTC)The boys are just so cute together, and I can see Jonathan organising a shotgun wedding.
I'm with Clark though, stuff needs to be happening soon.
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12/29/04 03:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/29/04 12:17 am (UTC)Your Clark is so cute.
This is it. He gritted his teeth and started talking.
Yay! I've been waiting for this moment.
He reached for Lex but he smoothly slid out of his reach, smiling a little at him as he backed away.
Lex stretched and his t-shirt rode up, exposing a strip of smooth belly, and Clark’s fingers twitched.
*snicker* I want Lex to do that some more.
He couldn’t just--have sex all over--and tell everyone his secret, could he? No. No he can’t.And I hope someday I can erase the pictures in my brain, god help me.
Heh! I love Jonathan's quiet little panic attack.
generally in my mind it involved marriage
It was inevitable from the day they met. *g*
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12/29/04 02:35 am (UTC)Oh, things are moving, moving...
Love it!
*bounce*
*smooch*
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12/29/04 04:23 am (UTC)I'll be here for the thaw, sweetie.
:)
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12/29/04 05:15 am (UTC)I am so madly, madly in love. I have such adoration for Pa Kent. And Lex said, "bad touch," which, yes, should not have made me squee, but it did.
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12/29/04 05:20 am (UTC)And goodness! It makes me happy that you like old Bo, I do try to make him sympathetic.*G*
*blink*
12/29/04 04:21 pm (UTC)*snugs you*
Re: *blink*
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