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Stand By Me 10
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To all of you who guessed correctly----come on now! Who else? Rev BadDaddyew? Hmmm. there's a thought...but that's another story! Who's got the hot cocoa? Who's got the chocolate chips? Mmmm! Everybody grab a pillow--I said a *pillow* not...never mind. Just keep it down while the show's on please...
Under the cover of the trees, Lex was dying. It felt like he was--his breath came rapid and shallow and his lungs worked so hard to give him air—he’d not felt like that since he was a child and used to get horrible spells in which he couldn’t breathe…though they were never accompanied by a diamond hard erection before. A shaky little laugh burst from his lips.
Shit! He didn’t know whether to be happy or horrified he’d decided to follow them, some little devil had whispered in his ear to come after them and he hoped like hell he wasn’t going to pay for this—this stupidity, but oh God!--Both of the boys were beautiful in their own way, Adonis, tall and dark, the other muscular and gold as Apollo…Lex watched them kissing in the water, hearing his own breath roaring in his ears, hearing what Apollo told the other….
He almost rocked with the pounding of his heart, when Adonis—Clark-- threw himself on the dock, and Apollo took him in his mouth. Lex dropped back against the tree behind him, it was the only thing keeping him upright, his knees shook, his hands shook, shook harder when he pressed his weeping cock, stroked and gripped himself through the material…his eyes were wide and his mouth fell open, his breath whistled across his dry teeth and he yanked his zipper down and groaned when he touched himself. Had he ever been hotter, harder?
Had he ever wanted to--needed to-- touch himself so much? When Clark came he heard him, and his own cock jumped and precome ran over his fingers. His legs trembled wildly as he ripped open his trousers and pulled them down past his knees before they gave out completely.
Lex dropped to the ground, bare knees grinding into the dirt and leaves, one hand held him upright, and the other pumped his cock frantically- he was going to come, his eyes dropped to his hand, watching the wet head of his cock disappear in and out of his fist—he looked up and –Ah! Through the curtain of his hair he saw the boy. He was—he tasted himself—oh! Sucking his fingers....
With a deep grunt Lex came, the first pulse hit the arm supporting him, the second hit the wrist, and come ran over his fist to drop to the ground beneath him. He held his head down and shivered, shook like a leaf.
He dropped his head to his hands and he prayed fervently that no one would come upon him, Reverend Luthor’s little monkey, naked ass out in the wind and come all over his fists and face. That’d make a hell of a sermon, he laughed to himself.
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It felt like hours before he made it home, every time the little scene replayed in his mind it hit him with a jolt of lust so sharp it hurt…all the way back to the precious little house the spider sat in. He trudged up the porch stairs and tried to go directly to his room but no such luck, he thought.
Mrs. Ross stood in the tiny foyer and glanced over him, he knew he looked a little disheveled but he hoped he could blame it on the heat.
“You father asked for you to join him in the Study, Mr. Alexander,” she said before heading for the door. He could just about hear the capital S, and wondered briefly if she was being sarcastic before dismissing the possibility. “Good evening’ now, Mr. Alexander.”
“You’re leaving already Abbie?”
“Yes sir, Reverend was kind enough to give us all the night off. There’s a covered plate in the kitchen, cook fixed it up real nice for you…”
Shit! God dam it! Fuck! It’s past dinnertime! Shit-shit—He hurried into the study and his father was waiting, face calm, and eyes blazing. “Where were you, Alexander,” he asked.
God damn damn damn "I was walking around town, getting to know it, the folks,” he practically babbled. His dad frowned and came closer—
“you have…leaves…are those leaves in your cuffs?”
Lex looked down and his face blazed. The cuffs of his fine French cut trousers were packed with dirt. His dad came closer looked down also, frowning mightily and stopped. He made a sound half way between a gasp and a growl. “You—what is that?” He pointed at the sleeve of Lex’s shirt and a still wet thick smear of come darkened the material.
He looked up at his father and wanted to laugh--only his dad would see that-- he probably smelled it, he thought and in the next minute his head exploded.
“Whore. Slut. Whore whore whore--” his dad slapped him down to the floor, kicked him and beat him and he tried to roll in a ball and jammed his hand in his mouth trying not to scream aloud, tried to cover his head as his dad kicked the holy shit out of him, he thought he heard ribs crack-- please God don’t let them break—he’d had to heal through that before and it was hell on earth—he spit out bloody froth and gagged when his dad grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked him upright.
“The Devil—I see the devil in your eyes! He’s in your heart! But I’ll get him out—oh yes, I’ll get him out if it kills you.” He shook him so hard and the room filled with blackness—He is going to kill me—and the fear of death made his heartbeat skitter, and the desire for death made his legs weak and watery…
“I know how to force him out….” His dad dropped him on the carpet and kicked him over to his stomach. Nononono, his trousers were viciously yanked down, he felt the material give and what didn’t tear ripped down his legs and made them burn and then real pain ripped through him—fire tore his ass wide open and he screamed into the carpet, dust coated his tongue and filled his mouth as he screamed and sucked air in to scream again.
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The yellow gingham at the window made the light in Lex’s room a buttery yellow, the breeze that puffed the curtains back from the window stroked over his hot cheek and cooled it. He kept his eyes closed and listened to the comforting sound of life occurring outside the house, he could hear the soothing hum of bees in the flowerbeds below, the piping call of birds nesting in the trees along the drive way….
If he held his head very still and didn’t squeeze his eyes shut, there was a possibility that the top of his head wasn’t going to rip loose. Damn. His *hair* hurt…he pulled in the tiniest sips of air so his sides wouldn’t ache and with horror, felt a cough squirming in his chest—no! no--he couldn’t help groaning and tears leaked from his eyes after the cough broke free—hurts, hurts so bad. He was burning up, but he expected that, he always had a fever when he healed from damage. It was best to lay still and let his body pull itself back together. He just had to—suffer…through this bone deep itch, and stray jolts of electricity frying his nerves and fever that made him feel like his insides were melting and trying to ooze out of his skin. He wished his sheets were dry; he wished he had water—he wished his dad were dead.
He wished he couldn’t hear him crying and feel him hugging him, begging to be forgiven, begging for God to take them both.
He was exhausted in spirit and in flesh, and started gratefully to drift back to sleep. He thought he heard a knock at the front door and dragged himself awake again. Who can it be?
ooh, just like a radio serial, yaz? Okay, just trust me on that...shut up.
Tune in next time for"Who the F is it?"
And thank you a million times for the lovely feedback-- it makes the flowers grow, and fuels the Porn-o-Meter. *kisses*
To all of you who guessed correctly----come on now! Who else? Rev BadDaddyew? Hmmm. there's a thought...but that's another story! Who's got the hot cocoa? Who's got the chocolate chips? Mmmm! Everybody grab a pillow--I said a *pillow* not...never mind. Just keep it down while the show's on please...
Under the cover of the trees, Lex was dying. It felt like he was--his breath came rapid and shallow and his lungs worked so hard to give him air—he’d not felt like that since he was a child and used to get horrible spells in which he couldn’t breathe…though they were never accompanied by a diamond hard erection before. A shaky little laugh burst from his lips.
Shit! He didn’t know whether to be happy or horrified he’d decided to follow them, some little devil had whispered in his ear to come after them and he hoped like hell he wasn’t going to pay for this—this stupidity, but oh God!--Both of the boys were beautiful in their own way, Adonis, tall and dark, the other muscular and gold as Apollo…Lex watched them kissing in the water, hearing his own breath roaring in his ears, hearing what Apollo told the other….
He almost rocked with the pounding of his heart, when Adonis—Clark-- threw himself on the dock, and Apollo took him in his mouth. Lex dropped back against the tree behind him, it was the only thing keeping him upright, his knees shook, his hands shook, shook harder when he pressed his weeping cock, stroked and gripped himself through the material…his eyes were wide and his mouth fell open, his breath whistled across his dry teeth and he yanked his zipper down and groaned when he touched himself. Had he ever been hotter, harder?
Had he ever wanted to--needed to-- touch himself so much? When Clark came he heard him, and his own cock jumped and precome ran over his fingers. His legs trembled wildly as he ripped open his trousers and pulled them down past his knees before they gave out completely.
Lex dropped to the ground, bare knees grinding into the dirt and leaves, one hand held him upright, and the other pumped his cock frantically- he was going to come, his eyes dropped to his hand, watching the wet head of his cock disappear in and out of his fist—he looked up and –Ah! Through the curtain of his hair he saw the boy. He was—he tasted himself—oh! Sucking his fingers....
With a deep grunt Lex came, the first pulse hit the arm supporting him, the second hit the wrist, and come ran over his fist to drop to the ground beneath him. He held his head down and shivered, shook like a leaf.
He dropped his head to his hands and he prayed fervently that no one would come upon him, Reverend Luthor’s little monkey, naked ass out in the wind and come all over his fists and face. That’d make a hell of a sermon, he laughed to himself.
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It felt like hours before he made it home, every time the little scene replayed in his mind it hit him with a jolt of lust so sharp it hurt…all the way back to the precious little house the spider sat in. He trudged up the porch stairs and tried to go directly to his room but no such luck, he thought.
Mrs. Ross stood in the tiny foyer and glanced over him, he knew he looked a little disheveled but he hoped he could blame it on the heat.
“You father asked for you to join him in the Study, Mr. Alexander,” she said before heading for the door. He could just about hear the capital S, and wondered briefly if she was being sarcastic before dismissing the possibility. “Good evening’ now, Mr. Alexander.”
“You’re leaving already Abbie?”
“Yes sir, Reverend was kind enough to give us all the night off. There’s a covered plate in the kitchen, cook fixed it up real nice for you…”
Shit! God dam it! Fuck! It’s past dinnertime! Shit-shit—He hurried into the study and his father was waiting, face calm, and eyes blazing. “Where were you, Alexander,” he asked.
God damn damn damn "I was walking around town, getting to know it, the folks,” he practically babbled. His dad frowned and came closer—
“you have…leaves…are those leaves in your cuffs?”
Lex looked down and his face blazed. The cuffs of his fine French cut trousers were packed with dirt. His dad came closer looked down also, frowning mightily and stopped. He made a sound half way between a gasp and a growl. “You—what is that?” He pointed at the sleeve of Lex’s shirt and a still wet thick smear of come darkened the material.
He looked up at his father and wanted to laugh--only his dad would see that-- he probably smelled it, he thought and in the next minute his head exploded.
“Whore. Slut. Whore whore whore--” his dad slapped him down to the floor, kicked him and beat him and he tried to roll in a ball and jammed his hand in his mouth trying not to scream aloud, tried to cover his head as his dad kicked the holy shit out of him, he thought he heard ribs crack-- please God don’t let them break—he’d had to heal through that before and it was hell on earth—he spit out bloody froth and gagged when his dad grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked him upright.
“The Devil—I see the devil in your eyes! He’s in your heart! But I’ll get him out—oh yes, I’ll get him out if it kills you.” He shook him so hard and the room filled with blackness—He is going to kill me—and the fear of death made his heartbeat skitter, and the desire for death made his legs weak and watery…
“I know how to force him out….” His dad dropped him on the carpet and kicked him over to his stomach. Nononono, his trousers were viciously yanked down, he felt the material give and what didn’t tear ripped down his legs and made them burn and then real pain ripped through him—fire tore his ass wide open and he screamed into the carpet, dust coated his tongue and filled his mouth as he screamed and sucked air in to scream again.
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The yellow gingham at the window made the light in Lex’s room a buttery yellow, the breeze that puffed the curtains back from the window stroked over his hot cheek and cooled it. He kept his eyes closed and listened to the comforting sound of life occurring outside the house, he could hear the soothing hum of bees in the flowerbeds below, the piping call of birds nesting in the trees along the drive way….
If he held his head very still and didn’t squeeze his eyes shut, there was a possibility that the top of his head wasn’t going to rip loose. Damn. His *hair* hurt…he pulled in the tiniest sips of air so his sides wouldn’t ache and with horror, felt a cough squirming in his chest—no! no--he couldn’t help groaning and tears leaked from his eyes after the cough broke free—hurts, hurts so bad. He was burning up, but he expected that, he always had a fever when he healed from damage. It was best to lay still and let his body pull itself back together. He just had to—suffer…through this bone deep itch, and stray jolts of electricity frying his nerves and fever that made him feel like his insides were melting and trying to ooze out of his skin. He wished his sheets were dry; he wished he had water—he wished his dad were dead.
He wished he couldn’t hear him crying and feel him hugging him, begging to be forgiven, begging for God to take them both.
He was exhausted in spirit and in flesh, and started gratefully to drift back to sleep. He thought he heard a knock at the front door and dragged himself awake again. Who can it be?
ooh, just like a radio serial, yaz? Okay, just trust me on that...shut up.
Tune in next time for"Who the F is it?"
And thank you a million times for the lovely feedback-- it makes the flowers grow, and fuels the Porn-o-Meter. *kisses*
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Then, then . . . this. My eyes itch . . *sniff. . sniff* I think I must be coming down with something. *watery eyes*
How terrible is it that I was yelling in my head - I am at work. I don't want my co-workers to think I'm that nuts - 'take a shower Lex, just jump in the lake, anything. Just don't go home after that, smelling like that. Please' God Damn!!!!!!! At least his body can physical heal the marks of Lionel's evil.
That pit in Smallville is looking more and more like something we need to look into. I think the fire ants need some company - is there any animal that slowly digests its prey. . , feet first???!?? We need on of those for Lionel. There are cars during this time period, right? Heavy, steel cars, that lumber, getting run over by one of those would be painful, right? Really painful. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!
Again, promises made - I am very disillusioned. I think that I am just going to have to take Lex from you. If you can't play nice with your toys, you don't get to play with them any more - that's the rule. Harrumph!
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I have this anaconda here...
I'll be soooo nice to Lex, really pretty soon kind of...oh dear. Does it help at all I enjoyed the kisses? *bigbeamingsmile*
No? oh dear--the next bit is nice? pretty sure
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There are no words for how much Lionel needs to be sporked and sporked hard. Also, I fear for poor Whitney and I can't explain why. Okay, I can explain but I don't wanna because I don't want to spoil anything or mess anything up and if I'm right in my suspicion, I'll just say so later and wow, look at me rambling.
Damnit! It's the fic. It's just that good.
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I love Lex's wry sense of humor in the face of the craziness that is his life. It just makes him so human somehow.
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Emphasis on F!
Voyeursim and a good beating! How lucky can I be!
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If Christmas was about going door to door peeking looks at our neighbors and whipping each other with birch rods in front of the sparkly tree after....
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*sniffle*
Damn, Ms. Thang!!
*pets Lex*
He should just LEAVE, hello!!
*pets him some more*
*bounce*
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*snogs you back*
*flops dizzily on the fainting couch*
I'm good, Ms. Thang!!
I'm very good.
:)
*bounce*
And yeah - Clark/Whit/Lex go to Metropolis!!! Wheeeeeee!!!
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And ya know, if Lex had bitten Lionel's dick off like I suggested during the previous BadLionel post, he wouldn't be having this problem now. I volunteer to help with that too.
*hugs Lex*
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*feeds Lex cookies* No matter where Lionel is, he is evil. Also...ewwww to the bad loving.
When will the threesome porn come? Clitney *giggles who ever coined that rocks* is so very very hot and Whitney is just evil/smirky while seducing Clark. Love this, love you ^______^.
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enabling, doo dee doo
Bad! Bad! Bad! Mmmm.
(I am one sick and dirty girl to also find that sexy, huh?)
Poor, poor Lex! Lionel is so violent! Ack! And, it almost sounds like he'd be the type to head toward a murder suicide as you are describing him - just to prevent them from sinning more.
He needs to find Clark soon!!
(or, you know, you could torture him and us for a while longer.)
*EG*
Re: enabling, doo dee doo
Absolutely--that's exactly what he 's like. I'm not 100% sure if I want to take it that far, but I'm thinking that's in his character--plus a big old dose of my kid, my property.
Things are going to get interesting (at least I reeeeaaaally hope so!*crosses fingers*)
ARGH!
I don't care that Lionel cried. Pffft!
*breathing now*
Grrrrrrrrrr!
Oh, evidently *not* breathing calmly yet.
*stabs Lionel again*
Poor, sweet, HOT Lex by the river. *sigh*
FIX IT!!!!!!
Wha...?
Was I too *koff* demanding?
*bats lashes*
*eg*
*smooches*
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Oh, hell no! That *should* make you want to stab him some more!
I adore your pointy praise! *biggrin*
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