Summer Story part 17
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The Previous Parts are here, marveling that there's actually no grass involved at all in sodomy...
Summer Story
Evening darkened the loft, the only light came from a small lantern hanging from a nail, casting a golden pool on the beat up old couch the boys lay on. Clark, nearly dozing, held Lex loosely in his arms, and Lex was using Clark as a mattress. He sighed and turned the last page of his book and closed it, sighed again.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Clark asked, and Lex closed his eyes and enjoyed the way Clarks voice thrummed in his chest when he pitched his voice low, and vibrated against his back. He kind of liked that Clark called him babe, thought it was kind of cute in a mushy kind of way when Clark slipped an occasional endearment in.
He reached back with one hand and combed his fingers through Clark’s hair. “Nothing’s wrong—it was a good book and I’m sorry it’s finished. I wish there were more.”
Clark chuckled. “You always do, Lex—no matter what it is, you always wish there were more.”
Lex grinned, “Yes, I suppose. And I’m going to pretend you didn’t just call me greedy, Clark.” He chuckled at his startled burst of laughter and slid up to press his cheek against Clark’s. He’d been so relaxed lately—not having to look over his shoulder all the time, not having to perform exactly the way his dad wanted him to—it was such a relief. And now that college was assured, paid for plus some, he could breathe a great sigh of relief. It was over—at least for now. He wasn’t a fool and he knew never to underestimate his dad. But for now…freedom.
He had to admit, there was a part of him that had deeply enjoyed Lionel’s wrath, and bluster and final acquiescence—a small part of him that warmed at Lionel’s grudging look of respect and a sort of icy affection when he realized Lex had cornered him into giving him what he wanted. If he knew about the missing tape—the tape George destroyed; he said not a word.
George had met him on the way out the door, a smile dimpling his cheeks, a smile so full it crinkled the corners of his eyes.
“I finally made an impression on him, I think. He actually listened to me, and I think he heard me,” George’d said. “Thanks to your plan. Only you could be so heartless as to black mail your own father.” George’s green eyes, startling in his golden skin, had darted over his body. Lex had felt like he was …taking something from him, taking liberties…. “I can’t hate you for that.” He’d laughed and Lex’d had to squash the desire to punch him in the mouth.
Lex had looked at the man, a man who had been in his father’s household for as long as he could remember, first as an assistant to his father’s original butler whom Lex barely recalled and then as butler himself. He’d always thought his dad was a ridiculous snob—who the hell needed a butler in the assback of Kansas farmland. Who the hell had a live in butler at all anymore-- that was all Bertie Wooster and Jeeves territory wasn’t it?
But Lex was perfectly aware the freak wasn’t just a butler and he’d looked at him with nausea, disgust, it had been evident on his face. George’s smile disappeared and his face froze into its habitual look of mild distaste and he told Lex, “I don’t have to take your beatings anymore and I’m glad of that. You won’t be here to get them—and that makes me sad.”
He leaned forward and hissed, “I wish you’d died in your crib.” And snapped back ramrod straight, said in a calm mild voice as if he’d never spoken, “If there’s nothing else, sir?” And nearly slammed the door in Lex’s face.
Lex mused over that scene and stretched out on Clark, deep in thought. Clark groaned a little when he shifted over his crotch. Lex smiled. He loved that he had that effect on Clark. Clark’s arms came up and slid down his ribs, over his belly and came to rest with his hands cupping Lex’s crotch. Lex breathed out a sigh of contentment and loved that Clark had that effect on him.
They rocked slowly against each other for a bit, neither of them in a hurry to do anything, just enjoying the closeness.
Clark nipped at Lex’s neck and nibbled his ear. “Lex, are you going to tell me what happened the other day? What your dad said? I mean…if you want to tell me, you don’t have to.” Clark nuzzled deeper into Lex’s neck and it appeared that he really didn’t care about the answer.
Lex gasped, “Clark, there’s nothing to tell—he cracked—We’re going to school together. End of story.” And he thought to himself, we’ll be comfortable and for god’s sake, we’ll be going in a new truck. My ass is sick and tried of sticking to duct tape.
“Lex,” Clark whispered, “you know my dad won’t let you pay for my school—or anything like that, you know that right?”
Lex nodded, no point in telling Clark that he had Jonathan more than halfway agreeable to a couple of ideas he had in mind, in fact his dad had agreed to a room off campus. It’d taken a little juggling—Met U. didn’t allow freshman to room off campus. Sometimes it *was*good to be a Luthor. Lex grinned. Jonathan wasn’t nearly as unreasonable as his son after all.
Clark caught Lex’s lip in his teeth and gently bit down, shaking it just a little bit, just the way Lex liked and was rewarded by a groan.
“Lex let me make love to you,” Clark said and lifted his fingers to the hem of Lex’s shirt, and began inching it up. Lex hissed when his knuckles brushed against his already stiff nipples and lifted his shoulders up so Clark could sweep the tee shirt over his head. Bare-chested now, he lay back against Clark and shuddered. His dick was hard and trapped against his thigh, and Clark’s was like an iron bar pressed against his ass. He ground down and Clark gasped loud and grabbed Lex’s hips to increase the sensation. “Let me take my pants off Clark—no-- both of us—get naked Clark!”
Clark burst out into laughter, and Lex whirled around and glared at him. “I--I’m sorry, that just kind of, you know, was funny--get naked…” Clark blushed and grinned, and knew that pretty much he’d blown it. Lex scooped his shirt off the floor and stalked away to the stairs. “I’ll be in the kitchen, Clark,” he huffed and stomped down the stairs while Clark hit himself in the head. Asshole!
He knew better than that, Lex was so fragile—his ego so easily bruised and he’d done the worst thing possible, he’d laughed at Lex. Laughing when he invited you to, that was a world of difference, kind of a gift—shit. He was such an asshole.
He made his way into the kitchen and blinked against the bright lights. His mother making coffee and setting out plates and Lex and his dad were sitting at the kitchen table, heads bent together over a colorful brochure—trucks? Trucks. Oh god. He was of two minds…he really wanted a new truck, god, did he ever want a new truck, on the other hand, it creeped him out to have Lex buy one for him. He didn’t mind splitting the cost—but out and out buy one, like it was a candy bar, to give to him?
His dad looked up and grinned. “Hey son, I’m helping Red pick out a truck.” Lex looked up at him blank faced.
“ I’m thinking of buying *myself* a truck.” He said very pointedly. “Yes. Since they don’t make a one-person truck, I’m thinking of an extended cab—for my friends.” Lex tried to infuse that with as much venom as possible and Clark had to admire his ability because yes, that stung,
his dad looked at Lex and then at Clark, a puzzled expression flitting across his face but his mom glanced at him in sympathy. Clark shrugged and his mom frowned, searching his face.
Crap. She just chose…and yes, there she goes. Why does she always take Lex’s side? Clark pouted. She stroked her hand over Lex’s head and set a glass of milk and a slice of pie in front of him, smiled warmly when Lex turned his face up to hers with a small smile of his own and his mom informed him off-handedly on her way out of the kitchen- “Pie on the counter son. Good night.”
He sighed. On his on then. Again. He helped himself to pie and sat, watched Lex and his dad bond over trucks. Part of him was happy and part of him was a little jealous and he wasn’t sure of whom, they got along so easily those two.
He snorted and stared at his plate. I’m such an idiot he thought. Lex isn’t the only one who’s oversensitive. After all what other eighteen year old guy can claim his dad really liked his boyfriend? He snickered, stuck a towering forkful of peach pie in his mouth as the guys looked at him…and Lex slowly smiled.
Clark beamed. Forgiven? Lex nodded, a bare tilt of his head and just a fractional increase in his smile and Clark felt a weight lift—forgiven! He chewed his mouthful and watched Lex talking to his dad. Great. He wondered if Lex was going to let him drive his new truck when he got it. He wondered if Lex would let him eat in the new truck. His ears turned pink when he wondered if Lex was going to let him have sex with him in the new truck. When he looked from his plate again, Lex was smirking at him as if he’d read his mind. He probably could if he really wanted to, Clark thought. It wouldn’t surprise him in the least. Lex was full of surprises. He smirked at him, tilted his head back and took a long, long drink from his glass, watching Lex all the while. Lex turned pink and swallowed, grinned weakly and shifted in his chair.
Jonathan felt the air around him kind of…electrify… and he felt that he should maybe just call it a night. He coughed a bit and told Red he’d get back with him tomorrow about the trucks—maybe they could ride around to some dealers, check them out first hand and Red nodded and…blushed. And Clark blushed and Jonathan couldn’t get out of the kitchen fast enough.
“Good night boys,” he called over his shoulder as he made his escape. Be good he muttered to himself and snorted. Yeah, he still remembered that age—he was sure it was no different for those two as it’d been for him- just, for gods sake, he didn’t want to know anything. As long as they were happy, he supposed. And no denying Clark was happy. Since sharing his secret with Red, it was like Clark was a beacon--- he seemed lit up inside all the time now— seemed so happy, and content. Deep in his core content.
Jonathan knew damn well how that felt. As he reached the bedroom door, he caught the strip of light shining along the bottom edge. Ah! She was up still, reading…good. He smiled. Yes, he knew exactly how Clark felt.
*Shrug* shmoop...told ya.
how about porn next time? Whit and Charlie, Lex and Clark? don't even go anywhere else...
TBC
The Previous Parts are here, marveling that there's actually no grass involved at all in sodomy...
Summer Story
Evening darkened the loft, the only light came from a small lantern hanging from a nail, casting a golden pool on the beat up old couch the boys lay on. Clark, nearly dozing, held Lex loosely in his arms, and Lex was using Clark as a mattress. He sighed and turned the last page of his book and closed it, sighed again.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Clark asked, and Lex closed his eyes and enjoyed the way Clarks voice thrummed in his chest when he pitched his voice low, and vibrated against his back. He kind of liked that Clark called him babe, thought it was kind of cute in a mushy kind of way when Clark slipped an occasional endearment in.
He reached back with one hand and combed his fingers through Clark’s hair. “Nothing’s wrong—it was a good book and I’m sorry it’s finished. I wish there were more.”
Clark chuckled. “You always do, Lex—no matter what it is, you always wish there were more.”
Lex grinned, “Yes, I suppose. And I’m going to pretend you didn’t just call me greedy, Clark.” He chuckled at his startled burst of laughter and slid up to press his cheek against Clark’s. He’d been so relaxed lately—not having to look over his shoulder all the time, not having to perform exactly the way his dad wanted him to—it was such a relief. And now that college was assured, paid for plus some, he could breathe a great sigh of relief. It was over—at least for now. He wasn’t a fool and he knew never to underestimate his dad. But for now…freedom.
He had to admit, there was a part of him that had deeply enjoyed Lionel’s wrath, and bluster and final acquiescence—a small part of him that warmed at Lionel’s grudging look of respect and a sort of icy affection when he realized Lex had cornered him into giving him what he wanted. If he knew about the missing tape—the tape George destroyed; he said not a word.
George had met him on the way out the door, a smile dimpling his cheeks, a smile so full it crinkled the corners of his eyes.
“I finally made an impression on him, I think. He actually listened to me, and I think he heard me,” George’d said. “Thanks to your plan. Only you could be so heartless as to black mail your own father.” George’s green eyes, startling in his golden skin, had darted over his body. Lex had felt like he was …taking something from him, taking liberties…. “I can’t hate you for that.” He’d laughed and Lex’d had to squash the desire to punch him in the mouth.
Lex had looked at the man, a man who had been in his father’s household for as long as he could remember, first as an assistant to his father’s original butler whom Lex barely recalled and then as butler himself. He’d always thought his dad was a ridiculous snob—who the hell needed a butler in the assback of Kansas farmland. Who the hell had a live in butler at all anymore-- that was all Bertie Wooster and Jeeves territory wasn’t it?
But Lex was perfectly aware the freak wasn’t just a butler and he’d looked at him with nausea, disgust, it had been evident on his face. George’s smile disappeared and his face froze into its habitual look of mild distaste and he told Lex, “I don’t have to take your beatings anymore and I’m glad of that. You won’t be here to get them—and that makes me sad.”
He leaned forward and hissed, “I wish you’d died in your crib.” And snapped back ramrod straight, said in a calm mild voice as if he’d never spoken, “If there’s nothing else, sir?” And nearly slammed the door in Lex’s face.
Lex mused over that scene and stretched out on Clark, deep in thought. Clark groaned a little when he shifted over his crotch. Lex smiled. He loved that he had that effect on Clark. Clark’s arms came up and slid down his ribs, over his belly and came to rest with his hands cupping Lex’s crotch. Lex breathed out a sigh of contentment and loved that Clark had that effect on him.
They rocked slowly against each other for a bit, neither of them in a hurry to do anything, just enjoying the closeness.
Clark nipped at Lex’s neck and nibbled his ear. “Lex, are you going to tell me what happened the other day? What your dad said? I mean…if you want to tell me, you don’t have to.” Clark nuzzled deeper into Lex’s neck and it appeared that he really didn’t care about the answer.
Lex gasped, “Clark, there’s nothing to tell—he cracked—We’re going to school together. End of story.” And he thought to himself, we’ll be comfortable and for god’s sake, we’ll be going in a new truck. My ass is sick and tried of sticking to duct tape.
“Lex,” Clark whispered, “you know my dad won’t let you pay for my school—or anything like that, you know that right?”
Lex nodded, no point in telling Clark that he had Jonathan more than halfway agreeable to a couple of ideas he had in mind, in fact his dad had agreed to a room off campus. It’d taken a little juggling—Met U. didn’t allow freshman to room off campus. Sometimes it *was*good to be a Luthor. Lex grinned. Jonathan wasn’t nearly as unreasonable as his son after all.
Clark caught Lex’s lip in his teeth and gently bit down, shaking it just a little bit, just the way Lex liked and was rewarded by a groan.
“Lex let me make love to you,” Clark said and lifted his fingers to the hem of Lex’s shirt, and began inching it up. Lex hissed when his knuckles brushed against his already stiff nipples and lifted his shoulders up so Clark could sweep the tee shirt over his head. Bare-chested now, he lay back against Clark and shuddered. His dick was hard and trapped against his thigh, and Clark’s was like an iron bar pressed against his ass. He ground down and Clark gasped loud and grabbed Lex’s hips to increase the sensation. “Let me take my pants off Clark—no-- both of us—get naked Clark!”
Clark burst out into laughter, and Lex whirled around and glared at him. “I--I’m sorry, that just kind of, you know, was funny--get naked…” Clark blushed and grinned, and knew that pretty much he’d blown it. Lex scooped his shirt off the floor and stalked away to the stairs. “I’ll be in the kitchen, Clark,” he huffed and stomped down the stairs while Clark hit himself in the head. Asshole!
He knew better than that, Lex was so fragile—his ego so easily bruised and he’d done the worst thing possible, he’d laughed at Lex. Laughing when he invited you to, that was a world of difference, kind of a gift—shit. He was such an asshole.
He made his way into the kitchen and blinked against the bright lights. His mother making coffee and setting out plates and Lex and his dad were sitting at the kitchen table, heads bent together over a colorful brochure—trucks? Trucks. Oh god. He was of two minds…he really wanted a new truck, god, did he ever want a new truck, on the other hand, it creeped him out to have Lex buy one for him. He didn’t mind splitting the cost—but out and out buy one, like it was a candy bar, to give to him?
His dad looked up and grinned. “Hey son, I’m helping Red pick out a truck.” Lex looked up at him blank faced.
“ I’m thinking of buying *myself* a truck.” He said very pointedly. “Yes. Since they don’t make a one-person truck, I’m thinking of an extended cab—for my friends.” Lex tried to infuse that with as much venom as possible and Clark had to admire his ability because yes, that stung,
his dad looked at Lex and then at Clark, a puzzled expression flitting across his face but his mom glanced at him in sympathy. Clark shrugged and his mom frowned, searching his face.
Crap. She just chose…and yes, there she goes. Why does she always take Lex’s side? Clark pouted. She stroked her hand over Lex’s head and set a glass of milk and a slice of pie in front of him, smiled warmly when Lex turned his face up to hers with a small smile of his own and his mom informed him off-handedly on her way out of the kitchen- “Pie on the counter son. Good night.”
He sighed. On his on then. Again. He helped himself to pie and sat, watched Lex and his dad bond over trucks. Part of him was happy and part of him was a little jealous and he wasn’t sure of whom, they got along so easily those two.
He snorted and stared at his plate. I’m such an idiot he thought. Lex isn’t the only one who’s oversensitive. After all what other eighteen year old guy can claim his dad really liked his boyfriend? He snickered, stuck a towering forkful of peach pie in his mouth as the guys looked at him…and Lex slowly smiled.
Clark beamed. Forgiven? Lex nodded, a bare tilt of his head and just a fractional increase in his smile and Clark felt a weight lift—forgiven! He chewed his mouthful and watched Lex talking to his dad. Great. He wondered if Lex was going to let him drive his new truck when he got it. He wondered if Lex would let him eat in the new truck. His ears turned pink when he wondered if Lex was going to let him have sex with him in the new truck. When he looked from his plate again, Lex was smirking at him as if he’d read his mind. He probably could if he really wanted to, Clark thought. It wouldn’t surprise him in the least. Lex was full of surprises. He smirked at him, tilted his head back and took a long, long drink from his glass, watching Lex all the while. Lex turned pink and swallowed, grinned weakly and shifted in his chair.
Jonathan felt the air around him kind of…electrify… and he felt that he should maybe just call it a night. He coughed a bit and told Red he’d get back with him tomorrow about the trucks—maybe they could ride around to some dealers, check them out first hand and Red nodded and…blushed. And Clark blushed and Jonathan couldn’t get out of the kitchen fast enough.
“Good night boys,” he called over his shoulder as he made his escape. Be good he muttered to himself and snorted. Yeah, he still remembered that age—he was sure it was no different for those two as it’d been for him- just, for gods sake, he didn’t want to know anything. As long as they were happy, he supposed. And no denying Clark was happy. Since sharing his secret with Red, it was like Clark was a beacon--- he seemed lit up inside all the time now— seemed so happy, and content. Deep in his core content.
Jonathan knew damn well how that felt. As he reached the bedroom door, he caught the strip of light shining along the bottom edge. Ah! She was up still, reading…good. He smiled. Yes, he knew exactly how Clark felt.
*Shrug* shmoop...told ya.
how about porn next time? Whit and Charlie, Lex and Clark? don't even go anywhere else...
TBC
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1/10/05 08:37 am (UTC)Lovely, hon.
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1/10/05 01:57 pm (UTC)*happy place*
1/10/05 09:08 am (UTC)Does that tell you how much I liked this happy chapter?
I never quite relax all the way with you, though. Will I be looking back on this chapter and clutching it to my bosom? I want the happiness to grow. The boys deserve it and with each other.
Lovely parental interactions too.
{{huggles}}
Re: *happy place*
1/10/05 02:01 pm (UTC)Thank you for your lovely compliment, and now I can relax! ( I worried it might be too sweet.)
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1/10/05 01:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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1/10/05 02:11 pm (UTC)Schmoop is good, yes yes.
*pets boys*
Ooh, Whit and the Marine? Really?
Wheeeee!!
*hugs you*
Yay!
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1/10/05 10:27 pm (UTC)Oh, yeah, Whit and the marine--and it's going to be
*hot*!! (porn gods willing of course.)
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1/11/05 12:20 am (UTC)Can't wait. I KNOW it's gonna be good.
:)
*bounce*
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1/10/05 03:27 pm (UTC)Schmoop makes *everything* better.:-)
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1/10/05 10:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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1/10/05 06:13 pm (UTC)The feel-good keeps on coming!
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1/10/05 06:03 pm (UTC)And I say yes to any and all porny plans you have. *happy sigh*
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1/10/05 06:18 pm (UTC)heh! Umm- yeah--I know some one else who's like that, too. *eyeballs ceiling whistles nonchalantly*... rhymes with loxy--ummm--lox!yeah!
Porny plans! Lets write smut!Next bit-- pure smut. Lets see how hot I can make it...*vows to do her poor best, for the team,sniff*
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1/10/05 06:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
1/10/05 10:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
1/10/05 06:31 pm (UTC)I love all the unspoken interaction between Lex and Clark.
And now, Yay! Porn!
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1/10/05 10:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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1/10/05 06:33 pm (UTC)And I'm definitely not going anywhere! ;-)
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1/10/05 10:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
1/11/05 08:27 pm (UTC)Have I mentioned recently how much I love Lex's second home with the Kents? Poor baby needs parental love in the worst way. Good on Martha and Jon!
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1/11/05 08:35 pm (UTC)