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roxy...the longest chapter ever. Let me post this now, and I'll talk about it later. I lost the post that I wrote for this, I had some things to say about this chapter. We'll do that later because I do want to get this out now!
Summer Story Chapter Six
“So—Clark. Do you think Whit’s insane?” Lex asked. Clark looked up from the magazine he was reading and sighed. He sat up—there was no way he wasn’t going to be pulled into this discussion, he might as well speak his mind.
“Well, no—no I don’t, he should do what he wants to do…what he thinks is right for him. After all, no one can lead Whit’s life for him, even if he makes choices *you* don’t like Lex.” He shrugged at the look he got from Lex and laid back on the rug.
“Thank you Clark,” Whitney said and threw a couch pillow at him. “I especially liked the part where you talked about me like I’m not here, that never gets old.” he shoved himself down further on the couch and tried to ease Lex off the edge. Clark grinned and rolled across the floor to get closer.
“Shut up Whit, I’m on your side. Lex…If Whit thinks the service can be good for him than that’s what he should do."
“Clark! Hush! Whit—obviously your mind has been clouded by very good sex. It can happen.”
Pete made a “keep it down” gesture towards Lex from his spot on the floor front of the TV. “I don’t need mom coming in here, you guys, I’m trying to get some where here…” he returned his attention to the game on the screen.
Clark snorted and picked up the magazine and tried to act like he had no interest in the conversation.
“Charlie seems to be happy but that doesn’t mean you’ll be happy and Whit, I honestly can’t imagine you in a super structured environment like the Marines. You’re just too—too…” Lex waved his hands about and searched for a diplomatic way to say what he wanted.
“Unwilling to pay attention to other people? Fails to follow directions? Hardheaded? Mule-like? That works too," Pete said, more than happy to help Lex in his search. He leaned to the side to avoid the pillow he knew was coming. "You better put those pillows back on the couch, too.” Whit rolled his eyes at Pete and turned back to the other boys.
“So, more importantly, what did Abigail and Bill say?” Clark looked at Whit over the top of the magazine.
He stopped trying to push Lex off the couch, shrugged aand tried to look casual. “Well, they told me they’d help pay for college if I wanted to go. My grades are okay, good if I work at it—I’d have no problem getting into community college…I could transfer after a couple of years.”
“Okay, why not do that?” Clark asked.
“I don’t know—it doesn’t seem fair to the Ross’ you know…”
Pete cut in with a snort. “Oh please. For gods sake. How many times do they have to tell you, you’re family? Every family’s got a knucklehead in it-- you’re ours.” He smirked at Whit and Whit laughed. “It’s what we do, we look out for each other.”
“Thanks, I think—and I know, Abigail’s told me that.” Whit shook his head. “I’m thinking about it--okay Red?” he said pointedly to Lex. “I could get a job, to help pay for it…she really does love me, you know,” he said in an awed tone of voice.
“Geez Whit, you’re such an idiot. How many times do you have to be told? They do—they love you.” Pete said loudly. “*We* love you.”
Whit nodded. “I know. I do.”
“Anyway, school starts in a few days, talk to guidance, that’s what they get the money for.” Pete said.
Lex nodded. “Exactly. Just-- talk to them before you talk to a recruiter, okay? Make sure you’ve got all the facts.”
Whit threw himself on Lex “Yes, fucking yes Red! Jesus you’re such a nag! How the fuck do you stand it, Clark?”
Clark smiled slightly, watched them as they wrestled. All the facts, yes—a typical Lex statement…he wondered what facts Lex was gathering—there was surely something going on in that scarily clear mind of his. He was preparing himself for action of some kind and all signs led to another confrontation with Lionel. Whatever Lex was planning had to do with him in some way, Clark was sure. Something to do with the damn secret. He was worried about Lex all ready--and if it concerned Lionel, there was a good chance he’d have to protect Lex from the cold-blooded old bastard.
Clark sighed. Was this what his life with Lex was going to be like? Saving him from himself? Keeping him from hurting himself? He watched him discussing Whit’s options with him, so earnest ands determined—so full of concern for Whit, so absorbed, so…relaxed. Clark had to smile; he couldn’t help it. When Lex was content, so was he.
If saving Lex was going to be the primary reason for his existence, so be it. Lex was worth it.
Lex glanced his way and tossed him a quick smile before sending Pete for a calculator. Ah, Whit—you’re in for it now! Lex was in teaching mode. Teaching. He was born to be a teacher, Clark thought. He’d be perfect—he could see Lex as a teacher—a professor—Professor Luthor. In his mind, Professor Luthor looked like a Hogwarts instructor, and he snickered to himself. Oh yeah, definitely cute.
Summer Story Chapter Six
“So—Clark. Do you think Whit’s insane?” Lex asked. Clark looked up from the magazine he was reading and sighed. He sat up—there was no way he wasn’t going to be pulled into this discussion, he might as well speak his mind.
“Well, no—no I don’t, he should do what he wants to do…what he thinks is right for him. After all, no one can lead Whit’s life for him, even if he makes choices *you* don’t like Lex.” He shrugged at the look he got from Lex and laid back on the rug.
“Thank you Clark,” Whitney said and threw a couch pillow at him. “I especially liked the part where you talked about me like I’m not here, that never gets old.” he shoved himself down further on the couch and tried to ease Lex off the edge. Clark grinned and rolled across the floor to get closer.
“Shut up Whit, I’m on your side. Lex…If Whit thinks the service can be good for him than that’s what he should do."
“Clark! Hush! Whit—obviously your mind has been clouded by very good sex. It can happen.”
Pete made a “keep it down” gesture towards Lex from his spot on the floor front of the TV. “I don’t need mom coming in here, you guys, I’m trying to get some where here…” he returned his attention to the game on the screen.
Clark snorted and picked up the magazine and tried to act like he had no interest in the conversation.
“Charlie seems to be happy but that doesn’t mean you’ll be happy and Whit, I honestly can’t imagine you in a super structured environment like the Marines. You’re just too—too…” Lex waved his hands about and searched for a diplomatic way to say what he wanted.
“Unwilling to pay attention to other people? Fails to follow directions? Hardheaded? Mule-like? That works too," Pete said, more than happy to help Lex in his search. He leaned to the side to avoid the pillow he knew was coming. "You better put those pillows back on the couch, too.” Whit rolled his eyes at Pete and turned back to the other boys.
“So, more importantly, what did Abigail and Bill say?” Clark looked at Whit over the top of the magazine.
He stopped trying to push Lex off the couch, shrugged aand tried to look casual. “Well, they told me they’d help pay for college if I wanted to go. My grades are okay, good if I work at it—I’d have no problem getting into community college…I could transfer after a couple of years.”
“Okay, why not do that?” Clark asked.
“I don’t know—it doesn’t seem fair to the Ross’ you know…”
Pete cut in with a snort. “Oh please. For gods sake. How many times do they have to tell you, you’re family? Every family’s got a knucklehead in it-- you’re ours.” He smirked at Whit and Whit laughed. “It’s what we do, we look out for each other.”
“Thanks, I think—and I know, Abigail’s told me that.” Whit shook his head. “I’m thinking about it--okay Red?” he said pointedly to Lex. “I could get a job, to help pay for it…she really does love me, you know,” he said in an awed tone of voice.
“Geez Whit, you’re such an idiot. How many times do you have to be told? They do—they love you.” Pete said loudly. “*We* love you.”
Whit nodded. “I know. I do.”
“Anyway, school starts in a few days, talk to guidance, that’s what they get the money for.” Pete said.
Lex nodded. “Exactly. Just-- talk to them before you talk to a recruiter, okay? Make sure you’ve got all the facts.”
Whit threw himself on Lex “Yes, fucking yes Red! Jesus you’re such a nag! How the fuck do you stand it, Clark?”
Clark smiled slightly, watched them as they wrestled. All the facts, yes—a typical Lex statement…he wondered what facts Lex was gathering—there was surely something going on in that scarily clear mind of his. He was preparing himself for action of some kind and all signs led to another confrontation with Lionel. Whatever Lex was planning had to do with him in some way, Clark was sure. Something to do with the damn secret. He was worried about Lex all ready--and if it concerned Lionel, there was a good chance he’d have to protect Lex from the cold-blooded old bastard.
Clark sighed. Was this what his life with Lex was going to be like? Saving him from himself? Keeping him from hurting himself? He watched him discussing Whit’s options with him, so earnest ands determined—so full of concern for Whit, so absorbed, so…relaxed. Clark had to smile; he couldn’t help it. When Lex was content, so was he.
If saving Lex was going to be the primary reason for his existence, so be it. Lex was worth it.
Lex glanced his way and tossed him a quick smile before sending Pete for a calculator. Ah, Whit—you’re in for it now! Lex was in teaching mode. Teaching. He was born to be a teacher, Clark thought. He’d be perfect—he could see Lex as a teacher—a professor—Professor Luthor. In his mind, Professor Luthor looked like a Hogwarts instructor, and he snickered to himself. Oh yeah, definitely cute.
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Those boys
1/28/05 10:13 am (UTC)Need happy!!!
The wrestling was cute. And Clark's thoughts were sweet. *g*
*huggles*
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1/28/05 01:44 pm (UTC)Oh, lovely. Lex looking out for Whit, and Pete being matter-of-fact about him being family, and...Whit using his head a bit, and...
*bounce*
No, i don't think the 'don't ask don't tell' Marines would be good for Whit, but... Who am i to judge?
*snogs you*
Lovely stuff, Ms. Thang!
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1/28/05 11:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
1/28/05 01:46 pm (UTC)Mean to add - Hogworts Professor Luthor!! Dear gods yes!!
:)
*Clark is content when Lex is. Squeeeeee*
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1/29/05 12:36 am (UTC)I'm looking forward for the next chapter!
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2/1/05 10:29 pm (UTC)“Unwilling to pay attention to other people? Fails to follow directions? Hardheaded? Mule-like? That works too," Pete said, more than happy to help Lex in his search.
BWAH!! Great minds and all! *g*
I love that Clark is so happy when Lex is happy. And that Lex is happy taking care of his friends - so sweet! You're foreboding hints about Clark's secret have me wincing though. What's Lex getting himself into now? Boy needs to talk to his boyfriend!
Also? They need more sex!!
*EG*
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2/1/05 11:03 pm (UTC)I was grinning when I read your comment before-- yep--I mean, really? Whit? A marine? Tchah-yeah! Though...I know a lot of knuckle-heads that did good in the service...
You know Lex is going to jump the gun again-- the boy is so impatient! *grin*