Stand By Me 16
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roxyResistance is futile...there is no escape...the Queen of Angst commands you! Well, not the Queen, more of the Handmaiden of Angst, but I'm working my way up the ranks!
Sunday became a day that Clark looked forward to and dreaded in equal measure. The torture of sitting and watching Lex—catching his eye, getting little smiles that seemed to say something, but—little moves that seemed directed at him, made him hot under the collar and squirm in his seat…Lex licking his lips was enough to make him swell, and he’d have to sit with his hymnal in his lap….
Mom nudged him and he realized he’d been sitting staring into nothing while the congregation was on their feet singing. He leaped to his feet and he was pretty sure Lex grinned at him—oh gosh.
After the service, Mom and Dad decided to go into town for lunch. Clark was excited-- they hardly ever did that because it was so expensive but every once in a while—when things were on track and they had a bit of extra money, they’d all go to lunch or to a movie and dinner. Those were the best days for the family.
They sat in a booth the drugstore and ordered the full lunch- a black and white shake for him, sparkling green rivers for Mom and Dad and baskets of burgers and fries with lots of ketchup, just the way Clark liked it. Clark couldn’t believe that they were being so extravagant—it felt like a special occasion instead of a normal Sunday afternoon. They laughed and chatted, Mom was glad to get a little break, and Dad was in a real good mood. He was talking about the Benny show, and how funny it was, and Mom listened patiently with a bright smile as he retold the entire program like they weren’t all there listening, but it was okay—Dad was laughing and trying to do the voices and Clark laughed right along with him and felt happy, because his dad was happy.
They were just finishing off a split shared between the three of them, and Clark worked hard not to eat more than his share. When he heard the jingle of the bell at the front doors, he glanced up and caught sight of a mop of flame red. His heart leaped and before he could stop himself, he’d shouted out “Lex!” and right away wished for death. Why didn’t he just get up and tap dance down the aisle too?
His parents looked at him in surprise—Clark never yelled in public, and on top of that—he’d just called Reverend Alexander Lex like they played in the sandbox together—his parents were still staring at him when Lex turned around to look.
“Oh, hey! Clark, Mr. and Mrs. Kent! Good to see you all.” Lex did look genuinely glad to see them, and Clark grinned and was glad he was still red from before.
Mom’s eyes shone, “Oh Clark, invite Mr. Alexander to join us, why don’t you”—Dad nodded, with a smile.
Clark went over and asked would he care to join them and he did “I’m just having coffee, but I’m glad not to sit alone.”
The sat and chatted a bit and then Dad said Mom and he were going to the feed store and the Five and Dime, was he going and Clark glanced at Lex and said he thought he’d sit a while with him.
After Clark’s parents left, Lex smiled and asked if he could treat Clark to a piece of pie, and Clark of course said he’d be delighted and thank you very much, and that’s how they ended up sitting in the booth for another half hour.
Clark was glad of the opportunity to sit with Lex. Lex, so beautiful--so handsome—He squirmed in his seat—geez,he was getting a little hard just looking at him.
Lex watched him squirm and turn red, as he shoveled forkfuls of pie into his mouth at an alarming rate, but never taking his eyes from his.
Lex thought, what the hell-- in for a penny--”
“Clark, if you keep looking at me like that-I won’t be able to get up.” He whispered.
Clark choked and gasped as he tried to swallow the bite of pie—“Lex!”
“Was I wrong—sorry—?”
“No—no—Lex…I’m sorry.” Clark whispered back, but hell no he wasn’t-- he felt like—singing, jumping, running around like crazy, whooping and –he could feel the huge stupid grin on his face and his ears were so hot—“I didn’t know I was staring that hard.”
“Well, how about we stop whispering to each other before other people start staring too. Would you like to go somewhere were we can talk?”
Clark nodded. “Oh, yes! But I have to finish my pie first, and—and-- maybe have more—I can’t stand right now. Either.” He looked down and grinned.
Lex laughed. “Clark! Either I should be very flattered, or you really like this pie,” he said quietly. He glanced quickly around to make sure no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary and smiled at Clark.
Outside on the street, Clark told Lex he’d meet him by the Talon after he found his folks.
“They’re probably still in the Five and Dime,” Clark said, jerking his chin towards the green and white awning hanging over the window of the little store next to the soda fountain.
“Good enough, Clark, I’ll be parked in front of the theater. Oh--,” he handed Clark a quarter, “Pick me up some gum? Wintergreen, it doesn’t matter which brand,” he frowned briefly and then smiled at Clark. “Get something for yourself, too.”
He left Clark and thought to himself –this is great—I can pick a kid up in broad daylight under everyone’s noses and it’s okay, because I’m the Reverend Luthor junior. He laughed. It was an awesome power; he’d have to be careful not to abuse it. His amusement drained completely away and he shuddered—that sounded too much like his father…he shouldn’t joke like that, there was nothing funny about that at all. He drove up to the Talon and parked, tried to restore his good mood.
Clark was practically vibrating with excitement when he caught up again with Lex. He was so thrilled he had no room for guilt or fear. His dream was going to come true—he was going to be with Lex, nothing could be better than that. Lex grinned at him, and he looked as happy as Clark felt. Good. He wanted to tell Lex to drive out to the lake, but Lex seemed to have plans of his own. They drove on and on, past fields of corn that seemed endless, and it was beautiful to see the waves of green flanking the road. Though he’d been just a little fellow Clark still remembered when the fields were brown and dry—even Smallville hadn’t been completely spared those horrible years. But now, the fresh green spears swelled like jade oceans in the wind, and sunflowers edged the fields, and made Clark smile. It was all so magical—so fresh, just like he felt—happy to be alive, bursting with a world of wonderful possibilities.
Lex pulled the roadster into a dirt track between the acres of green and parked. He turned and looked at Clark.
They grinned at each other and Lex just waited—if there was anything that happened, it was going to be Clark’s call, not his. And Clark seemed to read his mind and turned to Lex, hooking a couple of fingers in his collar and pulling him close. “Kiss me?”
Lex pressed his lips to Clarks and felt how warm and soft they were. Just like he’d imagined, soft and god--they felt like velvet against his own. He was too aware of the deep scar on his lip and hoped it wouldn’t feel weird to Clark—who was licking it now, slow long licks that curled over and under his lip and he had no idea that it could feel like that…
He pushed Clark to his back against the seat and yanked the buttons of his fly open. Clark was hard, his cock slipped out of the slit in his boxers and Lex swallowed him whole.
Clark was surprised at how quickly things went from a kiss to—this, he thought. What happened? Lex sucked him ferociously, almost jamming him into his throat and Clark didn’t think it could ever be possible that Lex—blowing him-- wouldn’t knock him over the moon but this was not the way he thought it would happen, it didn’t even feel like Lex was really with him in the car. He put his hand on Lex’s head to get him to slow down, but he made a strange noise when he touched him and became even more aggressive—more frantic. Clark snatched his hand away, and pushed Lex. Lex stopped instantly.
“What, what did I do wrong?”
Clark just shook his head, and Lex got upset. “What’s wrong? What did I do? Tell me, damn it, don’t make me guess!”
“Just—just…maybe you could slow down some? A little?” Clark asked tentatively. He had some sense he needed to be careful with Lex, he just wasn't sure how, or what to do.
Lex flung himself against the car door, jamming his hands under his arms and frowning. His face was red, his eyes were red. “Whitney liked it like that,” he snapped.
Clark felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He gaped at Lex and then—he was furious, enraged, his hands shook, his head felt like it was going to explode and his eyes—there was a snap and a sizzling sound and a smell of burning hair and hot metal.
Clark gasped and slammed his eyes shut. “Shit!”
“Shit!” echoed Lex, who was slapping at the side of his head. What the hell happened—“Clark what happened?” Lex’s hair was singed, a tree beyond the open car window smoked from a small still glowing hole in it’s trunk and Clark shook with fear. Lex reached out and snatched Clark’s hand. “Clark what—oh!”
A series of violently quaking images flashed one after the other through his mind—thick velvety darkness, then blazing bright light-a feeling of being weak, a feeling of fabulous strength, a quick image of a rabbit broken and bloody-- horrible, horrible sorrow and terrible fear—my parents are afraid of me!—a wail in the darkness and numbness and caution-- tear,-tears—careful love—so ungodly careful—space ship--not human!alone--
Lex gasped at Clark, “You’re not even human!”
Clark cried out and ripped his hand from Lex’s grasp and –disappeared.
Lex yelled and cradled his hand—blisters formed along the palm and on the pads of his fingers, one or two spots were raw, like rope burn he thought, and he watched the blisters smooth out and disappear from his flesh.
Lex shook from excitement, from amazement and an over whelming sense of –joy. He’s like me- he’s better than me!
He sank back against the seat, closed his eyes and kissed his healed fingertips. He’s wonderful. Wonderful. He’s mine and he’s wonderful and—I love him so much. And Whitney—is he the same? Lex shook his head, No, I can’t read him—not at all, that means something about Whitney is different. Different than Clark. Clark! He thinks—he must be terrified, I have to fix this, make him understand—I have to tell him everything….
I wasn't sure about the hymnal--nor the black and white shake. Did I get that wrong?
more next time.
Sunday became a day that Clark looked forward to and dreaded in equal measure. The torture of sitting and watching Lex—catching his eye, getting little smiles that seemed to say something, but—little moves that seemed directed at him, made him hot under the collar and squirm in his seat…Lex licking his lips was enough to make him swell, and he’d have to sit with his hymnal in his lap….
Mom nudged him and he realized he’d been sitting staring into nothing while the congregation was on their feet singing. He leaped to his feet and he was pretty sure Lex grinned at him—oh gosh.
After the service, Mom and Dad decided to go into town for lunch. Clark was excited-- they hardly ever did that because it was so expensive but every once in a while—when things were on track and they had a bit of extra money, they’d all go to lunch or to a movie and dinner. Those were the best days for the family.
They sat in a booth the drugstore and ordered the full lunch- a black and white shake for him, sparkling green rivers for Mom and Dad and baskets of burgers and fries with lots of ketchup, just the way Clark liked it. Clark couldn’t believe that they were being so extravagant—it felt like a special occasion instead of a normal Sunday afternoon. They laughed and chatted, Mom was glad to get a little break, and Dad was in a real good mood. He was talking about the Benny show, and how funny it was, and Mom listened patiently with a bright smile as he retold the entire program like they weren’t all there listening, but it was okay—Dad was laughing and trying to do the voices and Clark laughed right along with him and felt happy, because his dad was happy.
They were just finishing off a split shared between the three of them, and Clark worked hard not to eat more than his share. When he heard the jingle of the bell at the front doors, he glanced up and caught sight of a mop of flame red. His heart leaped and before he could stop himself, he’d shouted out “Lex!” and right away wished for death. Why didn’t he just get up and tap dance down the aisle too?
His parents looked at him in surprise—Clark never yelled in public, and on top of that—he’d just called Reverend Alexander Lex like they played in the sandbox together—his parents were still staring at him when Lex turned around to look.
“Oh, hey! Clark, Mr. and Mrs. Kent! Good to see you all.” Lex did look genuinely glad to see them, and Clark grinned and was glad he was still red from before.
Mom’s eyes shone, “Oh Clark, invite Mr. Alexander to join us, why don’t you”—Dad nodded, with a smile.
Clark went over and asked would he care to join them and he did “I’m just having coffee, but I’m glad not to sit alone.”
The sat and chatted a bit and then Dad said Mom and he were going to the feed store and the Five and Dime, was he going and Clark glanced at Lex and said he thought he’d sit a while with him.
After Clark’s parents left, Lex smiled and asked if he could treat Clark to a piece of pie, and Clark of course said he’d be delighted and thank you very much, and that’s how they ended up sitting in the booth for another half hour.
Clark was glad of the opportunity to sit with Lex. Lex, so beautiful--so handsome—He squirmed in his seat—geez,he was getting a little hard just looking at him.
Lex watched him squirm and turn red, as he shoveled forkfuls of pie into his mouth at an alarming rate, but never taking his eyes from his.
Lex thought, what the hell-- in for a penny--”
“Clark, if you keep looking at me like that-I won’t be able to get up.” He whispered.
Clark choked and gasped as he tried to swallow the bite of pie—“Lex!”
“Was I wrong—sorry—?”
“No—no—Lex…I’m sorry.” Clark whispered back, but hell no he wasn’t-- he felt like—singing, jumping, running around like crazy, whooping and –he could feel the huge stupid grin on his face and his ears were so hot—“I didn’t know I was staring that hard.”
“Well, how about we stop whispering to each other before other people start staring too. Would you like to go somewhere were we can talk?”
Clark nodded. “Oh, yes! But I have to finish my pie first, and—and-- maybe have more—I can’t stand right now. Either.” He looked down and grinned.
Lex laughed. “Clark! Either I should be very flattered, or you really like this pie,” he said quietly. He glanced quickly around to make sure no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary and smiled at Clark.
Outside on the street, Clark told Lex he’d meet him by the Talon after he found his folks.
“They’re probably still in the Five and Dime,” Clark said, jerking his chin towards the green and white awning hanging over the window of the little store next to the soda fountain.
“Good enough, Clark, I’ll be parked in front of the theater. Oh--,” he handed Clark a quarter, “Pick me up some gum? Wintergreen, it doesn’t matter which brand,” he frowned briefly and then smiled at Clark. “Get something for yourself, too.”
He left Clark and thought to himself –this is great—I can pick a kid up in broad daylight under everyone’s noses and it’s okay, because I’m the Reverend Luthor junior. He laughed. It was an awesome power; he’d have to be careful not to abuse it. His amusement drained completely away and he shuddered—that sounded too much like his father…he shouldn’t joke like that, there was nothing funny about that at all. He drove up to the Talon and parked, tried to restore his good mood.
Clark was practically vibrating with excitement when he caught up again with Lex. He was so thrilled he had no room for guilt or fear. His dream was going to come true—he was going to be with Lex, nothing could be better than that. Lex grinned at him, and he looked as happy as Clark felt. Good. He wanted to tell Lex to drive out to the lake, but Lex seemed to have plans of his own. They drove on and on, past fields of corn that seemed endless, and it was beautiful to see the waves of green flanking the road. Though he’d been just a little fellow Clark still remembered when the fields were brown and dry—even Smallville hadn’t been completely spared those horrible years. But now, the fresh green spears swelled like jade oceans in the wind, and sunflowers edged the fields, and made Clark smile. It was all so magical—so fresh, just like he felt—happy to be alive, bursting with a world of wonderful possibilities.
Lex pulled the roadster into a dirt track between the acres of green and parked. He turned and looked at Clark.
They grinned at each other and Lex just waited—if there was anything that happened, it was going to be Clark’s call, not his. And Clark seemed to read his mind and turned to Lex, hooking a couple of fingers in his collar and pulling him close. “Kiss me?”
Lex pressed his lips to Clarks and felt how warm and soft they were. Just like he’d imagined, soft and god--they felt like velvet against his own. He was too aware of the deep scar on his lip and hoped it wouldn’t feel weird to Clark—who was licking it now, slow long licks that curled over and under his lip and he had no idea that it could feel like that…
He pushed Clark to his back against the seat and yanked the buttons of his fly open. Clark was hard, his cock slipped out of the slit in his boxers and Lex swallowed him whole.
Clark was surprised at how quickly things went from a kiss to—this, he thought. What happened? Lex sucked him ferociously, almost jamming him into his throat and Clark didn’t think it could ever be possible that Lex—blowing him-- wouldn’t knock him over the moon but this was not the way he thought it would happen, it didn’t even feel like Lex was really with him in the car. He put his hand on Lex’s head to get him to slow down, but he made a strange noise when he touched him and became even more aggressive—more frantic. Clark snatched his hand away, and pushed Lex. Lex stopped instantly.
“What, what did I do wrong?”
Clark just shook his head, and Lex got upset. “What’s wrong? What did I do? Tell me, damn it, don’t make me guess!”
“Just—just…maybe you could slow down some? A little?” Clark asked tentatively. He had some sense he needed to be careful with Lex, he just wasn't sure how, or what to do.
Lex flung himself against the car door, jamming his hands under his arms and frowning. His face was red, his eyes were red. “Whitney liked it like that,” he snapped.
Clark felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He gaped at Lex and then—he was furious, enraged, his hands shook, his head felt like it was going to explode and his eyes—there was a snap and a sizzling sound and a smell of burning hair and hot metal.
Clark gasped and slammed his eyes shut. “Shit!”
“Shit!” echoed Lex, who was slapping at the side of his head. What the hell happened—“Clark what happened?” Lex’s hair was singed, a tree beyond the open car window smoked from a small still glowing hole in it’s trunk and Clark shook with fear. Lex reached out and snatched Clark’s hand. “Clark what—oh!”
A series of violently quaking images flashed one after the other through his mind—thick velvety darkness, then blazing bright light-a feeling of being weak, a feeling of fabulous strength, a quick image of a rabbit broken and bloody-- horrible, horrible sorrow and terrible fear—my parents are afraid of me!—a wail in the darkness and numbness and caution-- tear,-tears—careful love—so ungodly careful—space ship--not human!alone--
Lex gasped at Clark, “You’re not even human!”
Clark cried out and ripped his hand from Lex’s grasp and –disappeared.
Lex yelled and cradled his hand—blisters formed along the palm and on the pads of his fingers, one or two spots were raw, like rope burn he thought, and he watched the blisters smooth out and disappear from his flesh.
Lex shook from excitement, from amazement and an over whelming sense of –joy. He’s like me- he’s better than me!
He sank back against the seat, closed his eyes and kissed his healed fingertips. He’s wonderful. Wonderful. He’s mine and he’s wonderful and—I love him so much. And Whitney—is he the same? Lex shook his head, No, I can’t read him—not at all, that means something about Whitney is different. Different than Clark. Clark! He thinks—he must be terrified, I have to fix this, make him understand—I have to tell him everything….
I wasn't sure about the hymnal--nor the black and white shake. Did I get that wrong?
more next time.
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*wow*
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Re: *wow*
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