Stand By Me 11
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roxyDay ten: no fresh water, must drink own urine..had to eat the captain today--pity he wasn't dead yet...and worse--*still* no memories!
I'm feeling frisky and cocky because I'm still many bits up--and they're not stinking on ice so please pardon my obnoxious grin--I'd pat myself on the back but I'm a little too plump to do that--oh speaking of plump, I have a pic of me that's not too bad--read:doesn't highlight my double chin--I'm tried of people stopping me on the street and gasping,"Big Pun!! I thought you were dead!!! You shaved your mustach." So, I'm going to put it ratchere so ya'll can enjoy it too!
Please, don't thank me. *blushes in becoming modesty*
Sit on my lap, little one and I'll tell you a story. I have candy....
Lionel opened the front door, and Mrs. Kent stood there, with a friendly smile and a soup tureen wrapped in a tea towel in her hands. “Why, Mrs. Kent isn’t it? I try never to forget a name, or a face, certainly not such a lovely one.” He let his eyes travel along her body—a tiny part of him whispered filth in his mind but he silenced it. “May I say, you look positively radiant today. Mr. Kent is a very lucky man.” He winked and chuckled to let her know he was being amusingly cheeky.
She blushed and giggled, a little flustered at the attention, “Good after noon, Reverend. I known your son’s been sick—I was making soup, and thought he might like some--and you too, of course…”
“Well now, that’s a very neighborly thing to do, bless your kind heart. I’m sure Alexander will appreciate your thoughtfulness.”
“It must be hard—just the two of you having to depend on each other,” She handed the tureen to Lionel. “I’d be more than happy to read to Alexander if you need a break from caring for him.”
Lionel searched her face for any hint of suspicion. “Well, now isn’t that nice, but I don’t think that’s really necessary. Alexander is recuperating slowly, delicate health you know-- but he is doing much better. I’ll pass on your kind greeting and this no doubt excellent soup--”
Clark came up behind his mother carrying a crate with vegetables from her garden, some fresh berries and a jar or two of preserves.
“And this stout fellow is…?” Lionel asked with a wide smile.
“My son, Clark. He brought some magazines to read to Mr. Alexander—though I hardly think it’s the type of thing your son would like,” She frowned. Clark blushed and tried to hide the comics poking out of the box.
“Nonsense—young men enjoy exciting tales of daring –do, I see no reason Lex wouldn’t enjoy these…these funny books,” he said as though the words tasted foul. “I must warn you, he’s a little, well—he has a fever and it makes him restless. He wandered out to the stairs and took a bad fall-quite bruised, he is. Poor thing.” He shook his head. “His health is so precarious, always has been ever since he was a tiny fellow—always coming down with something,” he smiled sadly.
Martha tsked in sympathy and Lionel asked Clark if he’d like to read to Lex and upstairs Lex stared at the ceiling and sweat ran down his face—Clark! Say no, say no, don’t let him get his hooks in you-Mrs. Kent say no!
“It’s settled then,” he heard his father say. “We’ll be expecting you this evening, Clark.” The door shut and Lex let his eyes fall closed. He waited and moments later the sound of his father’s footsteps echoed in his head. His bedroom door opened and Lex knew he was standing in the doorway, looking at him, he knew there’d be a hungry expression on his face—watching him, knowing under Lex’s flushed and sweat wet skin, he was healing, faster than any normal human could ever hope to…performing another “miracle” that his father needed so very much.
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Clark climbed the stairs with a comic book and a Weird Tales magazine tucked under his arm—if Alexander didn’t like either, he could ask him if he had a favorite book he might like instead.
He shuddered a little recalling meeting Reverend Luthor at the door. The man gave him the creeps, he was just an oily guy, he didn’t care what his folks thought—he wasn’t right, that guy, not right at all. And he touched him too much; he just kept—touching him.
Clark tapped at the door, waited a beat and went into the room. It was a pleasant looking room, a painted iron bed against the wall under the window, a dresser with a brush set—a silver brush set, sitting on top, a mirror above it and a desk and chair against one wall. There were two low bookcases filed with books and a painting—no, a tinted photograph, of a beautiful woman with red hair hanging over the desk. Lex lay in the middle of the bed, covered in lots of blankets. He looked even thinner than the last time Clark had seen him, and he had dark purple shadows under his eyes and he just looked awful. He was patting the bedside table next to him, looking Clark figured, for the glass of water that was placed a little too far for him to easily reach. Gosh, his wrists look like twigs! Clark gasped and Lex jerked his eyes towards him.
“Oh—Clark Kent, right? I--my dad said you might be coming today.”
Clark nodded. “I brought some stuff to read to you, if you like.”
“Yes!” Lex said firmly. “One more day with only my own thought s to keep me company and I’ll go stark raving mad!” Lex looked so determined, his eyebrows drew together and his eyes looked dark blue—Clark scolded himself for noticing Alexander’s eyes.
“Sit down please, Clark.”
Clark pulled the chair over to the edge of the bed and sat down.
“Okay, this one is Action comics and it’s real good—the hero is called Warrior Angel—he’s a brand new guy, and he’s great! Him and his best friend, this joe here—save people in trouble…”
Lex watched and listened and fell in love—maybe with the idea of the boy, instead of the boy, he thought. He was what Lex wished he could be, just a normal kid with a normal life.
He watched Clark’s face as he read. His green eyes danced as he read, changing his voice for the different characters. His hair kept falling forward, and he swept it back opposite the part until it stood out all over. Lex watched his mouth and noticed his teeth were so white against the rose of his lips…puppy fangs, he thought, and his snaggly smile made him that much more adorable—and did he really just call another man adorable? God…still, he couldn’t keep his eyes off his mouth, those red lips, so full, they looked so soft and made him think…Lex coughed and shifted, raising his legs so the cover was tented. Still, he felt…good, it *was* good to look at a beautiful man, to feel something and not have it feel—wrong.
“Lex”, Clark asked, noticing him shifting about on the bed. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
Yes, God, yes. “No—I’m fine, thanks Clark, just a little…stiff. From laying in one position too long,” he hastily added, and gasped when he was suddenly swept from head to toe with a bone deep feeling of warmth and pleasure, like a slow rolling ghost of an orgasm. Clark was staring at him in a strangely intense way—did he notice? Clark sat back and smiled a little, asked Lex if he should continue.
Lex nodded. “Oh yeah, I like this story—so which one is the good guy again?” and grinned when Clark rolled his eyes at him.
Stay tuned for more of "All my Kinks Exposed"....
I'm feeling frisky and cocky because I'm still many bits up--and they're not stinking on ice so please pardon my obnoxious grin--I'd pat myself on the back but I'm a little too plump to do that--oh speaking of plump, I have a pic of me that's not too bad--read:doesn't highlight my double chin--I'm tried of people stopping me on the street and gasping,"Big Pun!! I thought you were dead!!! You shaved your mustach." So, I'm going to put it ratchere so ya'll can enjoy it too!
Please, don't thank me. *blushes in becoming modesty*
Sit on my lap, little one and I'll tell you a story. I have candy....
Lionel opened the front door, and Mrs. Kent stood there, with a friendly smile and a soup tureen wrapped in a tea towel in her hands. “Why, Mrs. Kent isn’t it? I try never to forget a name, or a face, certainly not such a lovely one.” He let his eyes travel along her body—a tiny part of him whispered filth in his mind but he silenced it. “May I say, you look positively radiant today. Mr. Kent is a very lucky man.” He winked and chuckled to let her know he was being amusingly cheeky.
She blushed and giggled, a little flustered at the attention, “Good after noon, Reverend. I known your son’s been sick—I was making soup, and thought he might like some--and you too, of course…”
“Well now, that’s a very neighborly thing to do, bless your kind heart. I’m sure Alexander will appreciate your thoughtfulness.”
“It must be hard—just the two of you having to depend on each other,” She handed the tureen to Lionel. “I’d be more than happy to read to Alexander if you need a break from caring for him.”
Lionel searched her face for any hint of suspicion. “Well, now isn’t that nice, but I don’t think that’s really necessary. Alexander is recuperating slowly, delicate health you know-- but he is doing much better. I’ll pass on your kind greeting and this no doubt excellent soup--”
Clark came up behind his mother carrying a crate with vegetables from her garden, some fresh berries and a jar or two of preserves.
“And this stout fellow is…?” Lionel asked with a wide smile.
“My son, Clark. He brought some magazines to read to Mr. Alexander—though I hardly think it’s the type of thing your son would like,” She frowned. Clark blushed and tried to hide the comics poking out of the box.
“Nonsense—young men enjoy exciting tales of daring –do, I see no reason Lex wouldn’t enjoy these…these funny books,” he said as though the words tasted foul. “I must warn you, he’s a little, well—he has a fever and it makes him restless. He wandered out to the stairs and took a bad fall-quite bruised, he is. Poor thing.” He shook his head. “His health is so precarious, always has been ever since he was a tiny fellow—always coming down with something,” he smiled sadly.
Martha tsked in sympathy and Lionel asked Clark if he’d like to read to Lex and upstairs Lex stared at the ceiling and sweat ran down his face—Clark! Say no, say no, don’t let him get his hooks in you-Mrs. Kent say no!
“It’s settled then,” he heard his father say. “We’ll be expecting you this evening, Clark.” The door shut and Lex let his eyes fall closed. He waited and moments later the sound of his father’s footsteps echoed in his head. His bedroom door opened and Lex knew he was standing in the doorway, looking at him, he knew there’d be a hungry expression on his face—watching him, knowing under Lex’s flushed and sweat wet skin, he was healing, faster than any normal human could ever hope to…performing another “miracle” that his father needed so very much.
######
Clark climbed the stairs with a comic book and a Weird Tales magazine tucked under his arm—if Alexander didn’t like either, he could ask him if he had a favorite book he might like instead.
He shuddered a little recalling meeting Reverend Luthor at the door. The man gave him the creeps, he was just an oily guy, he didn’t care what his folks thought—he wasn’t right, that guy, not right at all. And he touched him too much; he just kept—touching him.
Clark tapped at the door, waited a beat and went into the room. It was a pleasant looking room, a painted iron bed against the wall under the window, a dresser with a brush set—a silver brush set, sitting on top, a mirror above it and a desk and chair against one wall. There were two low bookcases filed with books and a painting—no, a tinted photograph, of a beautiful woman with red hair hanging over the desk. Lex lay in the middle of the bed, covered in lots of blankets. He looked even thinner than the last time Clark had seen him, and he had dark purple shadows under his eyes and he just looked awful. He was patting the bedside table next to him, looking Clark figured, for the glass of water that was placed a little too far for him to easily reach. Gosh, his wrists look like twigs! Clark gasped and Lex jerked his eyes towards him.
“Oh—Clark Kent, right? I--my dad said you might be coming today.”
Clark nodded. “I brought some stuff to read to you, if you like.”
“Yes!” Lex said firmly. “One more day with only my own thought s to keep me company and I’ll go stark raving mad!” Lex looked so determined, his eyebrows drew together and his eyes looked dark blue—Clark scolded himself for noticing Alexander’s eyes.
“Sit down please, Clark.”
Clark pulled the chair over to the edge of the bed and sat down.
“Okay, this one is Action comics and it’s real good—the hero is called Warrior Angel—he’s a brand new guy, and he’s great! Him and his best friend, this joe here—save people in trouble…”
Lex watched and listened and fell in love—maybe with the idea of the boy, instead of the boy, he thought. He was what Lex wished he could be, just a normal kid with a normal life.
He watched Clark’s face as he read. His green eyes danced as he read, changing his voice for the different characters. His hair kept falling forward, and he swept it back opposite the part until it stood out all over. Lex watched his mouth and noticed his teeth were so white against the rose of his lips…puppy fangs, he thought, and his snaggly smile made him that much more adorable—and did he really just call another man adorable? God…still, he couldn’t keep his eyes off his mouth, those red lips, so full, they looked so soft and made him think…Lex coughed and shifted, raising his legs so the cover was tented. Still, he felt…good, it *was* good to look at a beautiful man, to feel something and not have it feel—wrong.
“Lex”, Clark asked, noticing him shifting about on the bed. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
Yes, God, yes. “No—I’m fine, thanks Clark, just a little…stiff. From laying in one position too long,” he hastily added, and gasped when he was suddenly swept from head to toe with a bone deep feeling of warmth and pleasure, like a slow rolling ghost of an orgasm. Clark was staring at him in a strangely intense way—did he notice? Clark sat back and smiled a little, asked Lex if he should continue.
Lex nodded. “Oh yeah, I like this story—so which one is the good guy again?” and grinned when Clark rolled his eyes at him.
Stay tuned for more of "All my Kinks Exposed"....
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2/13/05 05:31 am (UTC)What I love about this, is the slow progression of feelings on both their parts. Lex so young in his own way, hurt and helpless while you allow Clark to be the 'knowledgeable' and 'experienced' one in many aspects.
Plus, I'm a sucker for the 'Warrior Angel' references in any fashion.
I can't wait to see how this unfolds.
*hugs*
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2/13/05 06:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/13/05 05:38 am (UTC)I love the Kents, I do. And I know that there is really no way that they would/could know that Lionel is so evil that evil things are afraid of him, but ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Martha get thee behind someone with a big gun and snapping dogs - don't be flattered, Lionel = bad bad news.
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2/13/05 05:51 am (UTC)LOL! Love this description; and it's so true!
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2/13/05 06:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/13/05 06:27 am (UTC)The Kents are a little too willing to believe our Rev DaddyEwBucks but he's supposed to be good. Poor trusting things.Tsk.
Lionel is so evil that evil things are afraid of him,
*snorfle* Heee! you break me up!
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2/13/05 02:43 pm (UTC)Your kinks aren't exactly my kinks, but they'll do!
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2/14/05 05:55 am (UTC)Your kinks aren't exactly my kinks, but they'll do!
heh! As long as they're not scaring you off!
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2/13/05 06:19 am (UTC)So cool.
And yay! Clark doesn't like Lionel!!
Heeeeeee.
Ummmmmmm...there's no picture of you!!
*pout*
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2/13/05 06:30 am (UTC)And yay! Clark doesn't like Lionel!!
yep, there'll be a whole lot of pissin' going on at the old Luthor homestead.*G*
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2/13/05 07:01 am (UTC)But i wanted it noooooooooooow!!
Smart Clark and sweet Lex - I could get used to this *g*
2/13/05 07:21 am (UTC)I love the bond between Clark and Lex and I can't wait for them to figure it out. *sniffies* They're so sweet.
*psst* Summer Story?
*Not* that I want you to stop writing Stand By Me! I LOVE this universe to death already.
And the Warrior Angel refs to match the just emerging Superman comics of the time? PERFECTION. *g*
And I really want Ma and Pa Kent to wise up to Lionel fast. Because otherwise? Ewwwwww!
LOL! Eagerly, as always, await more.
{{huggles}}
Re: Smart Clark and sweet Lex - I could get used to this *g*
2/14/05 05:57 am (UTC)No--I certainly haven't forgotten Summer Story--I think it's forgotten me. I was thinking about posting what little I did manage to write before it rolled up it's tents and stole away like a thief in the night. *sigh* I miss them so, but they won't come back.
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2/13/05 08:04 am (UTC)I'm glad that Clark caught on immediately. He's a smart boy. I notice that he didn't touch Lex in this section. I'm curious to see what will happen the next time they touch each other.
And I love that Lex felt the x-ray vision. What did Clark see that made him smile? Did he see Mr. Happy standing up to greet him?
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2/14/05 05:59 am (UTC)*gasp* Naughty girl! Clark would never do that! He'd look quickly away like the gentleman he is. Tsk!
And smarmy--yesss, that's a perfect word!
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2/13/05 12:08 pm (UTC)I love it!!
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2/15/05 06:41 am (UTC)I can't believe Lionel is setting them up like this!! What a bad, bad man!!! Yay! *eg*
OMG! I'm so behind!!
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2/16/05 05:22 am (UTC)