Stand By Me 26
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roxyHello, beloveds. So, when last we saw our boys, they were here
Your mother lost the very next bit that was supposed to come immediately after that was posted,(in fact the whole fucking rest of everything)*but* through a painstaking process the ancients called "Whinelikeabitchandpullitoutyourass" or what we call in these modern times, "sweat like a muhfu," here is the next part of Stand. Wish me luck-- we'd have been at the end Friday, but now I'm not sure when we'll be done. *bitter tear*
Let me once again thank all you lovely lovely people for your support and your feedback, thank you for liking it, thank you for calling me on no-nos, thank you for making me feel like a million bucks! I love you so much!
Lex groaned, “Clark—Clark, no! You shouldn’t have done that--” but Clark shook his head and tightened his hold on him. “Not me—not me,” he gasped.
Lex followed his gaze to the doorway. Whitney leaned against the doorframe, white as a ghost and shaking, his eyes wide and shocked, staring at nothing. He shuddered and dropped the heavy cane he held. “It was the first thing I saw,” he laughed weakly. He backed up, wiping his hand across his cheek and leaving a bright red smear Lex couldn’t keep his eyes from.
Clark shivered as he looked at him, “You killed him—he’s dead…”
“I know,” Whitney muttered. He shivered violently and his teeth chattered briefly before he clenched his jaw. “Okay…okay,” he said, and rolled his shoulders, pulled himself straight and Lex watched Whitney come back--color rose in his cheeks again, his eyes focused and glittered and a little smile tugged up the corners of his mouth. “Okay,” he repeated and pushed his hair back into place, walked into the room.
Clark stared up at Whitney as if he’d never seen him before. He was pale, shocky, he shivered, and gripped Lex tighter every time he did, he looks like a frightened little kid Lex thought, and tried to hug him back.
“Clark, our Lex could probably breathe better if you stopped squeezing him so hard.” He leaned over Lex and Clark, smoothing back Lex’s tangled hair. He looked him over quickly and then stroked his clean hand over Clark’s cheek.
“Take Lex in the bathroom and clean him up, honey, he’s a mess,” he said kindly. Lex grabbed Whitney’s hand, held onto it like a lifeline.
”Thank you.” He wanted to tell Whitney how much he cared about him, how grateful he was, but Whitney patted him on the shoulder and stood. He spoke to Clark.
“I’m going to take care of this, go on.”
Clark nodded, and clutching him against his chest, carried Lex to the bathroom. Lex pushed against Clark, struggling to get loose-- he refused to be carried like a child—but Clark only sighed and held him tighter.
Lex gave in, he had to admit that it was... nice, this is actually…nice, and relaxed against Clark’s warm chest, listening to his heart best—he felt it under his cheek, and closed his eyes.. He refused to think how he must look….
Clark ran a tub and fussed over Lex before reluctantly releasing him to bathe, hovering around the tub as Lex sank gratefully neck deep into the warm water. The water lifted blood from his skin, turning it pink as it washed away, he groaned as heat unlocked cramped muscles and pricked at open cuts and Clark was right there, forehead creased in concern and nearly pulling Lex out of the tub…. “Clark, Clark, relax, please! I’m okay. I swear.” Clark looked at him dubiously, but knelt on the floor next to the tub again, eyes on his face the whole time. Neither one of them spoke, the silence in the room broken only by the faint splash of water and their breath, sounds magnified by the tile.
After a bit, Lex asked Clark, “Are *you* okay?” Clark shrugged, his try at Whitney-like nonchalance ruined by his teeth chattering briefly.“I-I’m not sure---yes.”
“You’ll forget after a while, you will. At least it won’t seem so horrible.”
Lex scrubbed at the remaining traces of dried blood away, wincing when he pulled against the raw stripes on his back. Clark took over, washing him carefully, gently.
“Whitney did us both a favor,” he began and Clark hissed. “Lex--”
“It’s true—he would have killed me if not for Whit and it would have killed you to do it…”
Clark stood and backed away; he pushed himself into a corner and crossed his arms over his chest. “I wanted to—I saw what he was about to do, and I wanted to kill him. Whit just got there first…I hated him for a minute,” Clark dropped his head, “Whit I mean—I hated him because I wanted to kill Lionel…”
Lex leaned back against the tub edge. “It’s all right Clark, it really is,” Lex said vehemently, and he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince. “Trust me, you aren’t alone in your desire,” he snarled.
“Worse, Lex, worse—I was glad too—part of me was glad Whit was the one with blood on his hands, and not me—not you…I’m a terrible person.” Lex heard a loud sniff, looked up to catch Clark wiping his arm across his face.
Lex tried to get out of the tub; Clark ran to help him out and wrapped him in a robe. Lex leaned against Clark and sighed. “You really are not a bad person, Clark.”
“Listen to him, Clark, you’re a decent person, you really are. Me on the other hand—I have no problem putting vermin down. I can live with it—you couldn’t, it worked out for us the way it was supposed to and that is how the story goes, understand?”
Clark winced, but nodded.
"Okay. I need your help out here…Lex, can you dress your self?” He held clothing in his hand, and Lex blushed and grabbed at them, nodded sharply. “Of course.”
Whitney grinned as watched him examine the clothes with a critical eye, finally giving approval with a short nod.
“Fine then—you get dressed, Clark, you come with me."
When Lex came out of the bathroom, Clark and Whitney were on either side of a large bundle, glaring at each other. The bed had been stripped, the floor wiped down—the rug was missing, and then he saw it was wrapped around…his father.
“Lex, talk some sense into Clark.” He waved his hand in disgust. “He won’t take this out,” he kicked the bundle, “and dump it in the lake.”
Lex looked from Whitney to Clark. “Ah…he couldn’t, he can’t…”
“Oh please, give me some credit. He just lifted you like you weighed less than a baby—he left a pair holes in the front yard that have to be at least a foot deep,” he spoke to Clark again, “You’re like me, aren’t you? Why can’t you just fly this out to the lake?”
Clark turned green, “No—I can’t touch him—I can’t!”
“God, Clark—you live on a farm, surely you’ve broken a chicken neck or two- you’re a farmer, don’t you guys kill animals all the time? You must have had to touch dead things--What’s the big deal?”
Clark yelped. “Whitney!” and looked horrified anew.
“Jesus.” Lex said and closed his eyes.
“What?” Whitney looked from Clark to Lex. “What?”
Lex shot Whit a look, “Whitney, there’s not enough time in the world to explain to you why that’s wrong, and you really need to be on a leash-- you don’t have to do it Clark, Whitney and I will take care of it, okay?”
Whit sighed dramatically, but agreed, motioning Lex toward one end of the rug. Lex looked down—took a deep breath and exhaled hard. Just grab it, don’t think—just grab it.
Clark wavered; he pushed in front of Lex. “No, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’ll do it.” He shouldered the burden and blurred—gone.
Whit gasped. “Wow. That’s something.”
Lex nodded. Yes, it was.
“But you should see him dropping out of the sky! He hit the ground—pow! That was really something.”
Lex stared at Whitney, mouth open.
Clark could fly?
We will have more! soon...
Your mother lost the very next bit that was supposed to come immediately after that was posted,(in fact the whole fucking rest of everything)*but* through a painstaking process the ancients called "Whinelikeabitchandpullitoutyourass" or what we call in these modern times, "sweat like a muhfu," here is the next part of Stand. Wish me luck-- we'd have been at the end Friday, but now I'm not sure when we'll be done. *bitter tear*
Let me once again thank all you lovely lovely people for your support and your feedback, thank you for liking it, thank you for calling me on no-nos, thank you for making me feel like a million bucks! I love you so much!
Lex groaned, “Clark—Clark, no! You shouldn’t have done that--” but Clark shook his head and tightened his hold on him. “Not me—not me,” he gasped.
Lex followed his gaze to the doorway. Whitney leaned against the doorframe, white as a ghost and shaking, his eyes wide and shocked, staring at nothing. He shuddered and dropped the heavy cane he held. “It was the first thing I saw,” he laughed weakly. He backed up, wiping his hand across his cheek and leaving a bright red smear Lex couldn’t keep his eyes from.
Clark shivered as he looked at him, “You killed him—he’s dead…”
“I know,” Whitney muttered. He shivered violently and his teeth chattered briefly before he clenched his jaw. “Okay…okay,” he said, and rolled his shoulders, pulled himself straight and Lex watched Whitney come back--color rose in his cheeks again, his eyes focused and glittered and a little smile tugged up the corners of his mouth. “Okay,” he repeated and pushed his hair back into place, walked into the room.
Clark stared up at Whitney as if he’d never seen him before. He was pale, shocky, he shivered, and gripped Lex tighter every time he did, he looks like a frightened little kid Lex thought, and tried to hug him back.
“Clark, our Lex could probably breathe better if you stopped squeezing him so hard.” He leaned over Lex and Clark, smoothing back Lex’s tangled hair. He looked him over quickly and then stroked his clean hand over Clark’s cheek.
“Take Lex in the bathroom and clean him up, honey, he’s a mess,” he said kindly. Lex grabbed Whitney’s hand, held onto it like a lifeline.
”Thank you.” He wanted to tell Whitney how much he cared about him, how grateful he was, but Whitney patted him on the shoulder and stood. He spoke to Clark.
“I’m going to take care of this, go on.”
Clark nodded, and clutching him against his chest, carried Lex to the bathroom. Lex pushed against Clark, struggling to get loose-- he refused to be carried like a child—but Clark only sighed and held him tighter.
Lex gave in, he had to admit that it was... nice, this is actually…nice, and relaxed against Clark’s warm chest, listening to his heart best—he felt it under his cheek, and closed his eyes.. He refused to think how he must look….
Clark ran a tub and fussed over Lex before reluctantly releasing him to bathe, hovering around the tub as Lex sank gratefully neck deep into the warm water. The water lifted blood from his skin, turning it pink as it washed away, he groaned as heat unlocked cramped muscles and pricked at open cuts and Clark was right there, forehead creased in concern and nearly pulling Lex out of the tub…. “Clark, Clark, relax, please! I’m okay. I swear.” Clark looked at him dubiously, but knelt on the floor next to the tub again, eyes on his face the whole time. Neither one of them spoke, the silence in the room broken only by the faint splash of water and their breath, sounds magnified by the tile.
After a bit, Lex asked Clark, “Are *you* okay?” Clark shrugged, his try at Whitney-like nonchalance ruined by his teeth chattering briefly.“I-I’m not sure---yes.”
“You’ll forget after a while, you will. At least it won’t seem so horrible.”
Lex scrubbed at the remaining traces of dried blood away, wincing when he pulled against the raw stripes on his back. Clark took over, washing him carefully, gently.
“Whitney did us both a favor,” he began and Clark hissed. “Lex--”
“It’s true—he would have killed me if not for Whit and it would have killed you to do it…”
Clark stood and backed away; he pushed himself into a corner and crossed his arms over his chest. “I wanted to—I saw what he was about to do, and I wanted to kill him. Whit just got there first…I hated him for a minute,” Clark dropped his head, “Whit I mean—I hated him because I wanted to kill Lionel…”
Lex leaned back against the tub edge. “It’s all right Clark, it really is,” Lex said vehemently, and he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince. “Trust me, you aren’t alone in your desire,” he snarled.
“Worse, Lex, worse—I was glad too—part of me was glad Whit was the one with blood on his hands, and not me—not you…I’m a terrible person.” Lex heard a loud sniff, looked up to catch Clark wiping his arm across his face.
Lex tried to get out of the tub; Clark ran to help him out and wrapped him in a robe. Lex leaned against Clark and sighed. “You really are not a bad person, Clark.”
“Listen to him, Clark, you’re a decent person, you really are. Me on the other hand—I have no problem putting vermin down. I can live with it—you couldn’t, it worked out for us the way it was supposed to and that is how the story goes, understand?”
Clark winced, but nodded.
"Okay. I need your help out here…Lex, can you dress your self?” He held clothing in his hand, and Lex blushed and grabbed at them, nodded sharply. “Of course.”
Whitney grinned as watched him examine the clothes with a critical eye, finally giving approval with a short nod.
“Fine then—you get dressed, Clark, you come with me."
When Lex came out of the bathroom, Clark and Whitney were on either side of a large bundle, glaring at each other. The bed had been stripped, the floor wiped down—the rug was missing, and then he saw it was wrapped around…his father.
“Lex, talk some sense into Clark.” He waved his hand in disgust. “He won’t take this out,” he kicked the bundle, “and dump it in the lake.”
Lex looked from Whitney to Clark. “Ah…he couldn’t, he can’t…”
“Oh please, give me some credit. He just lifted you like you weighed less than a baby—he left a pair holes in the front yard that have to be at least a foot deep,” he spoke to Clark again, “You’re like me, aren’t you? Why can’t you just fly this out to the lake?”
Clark turned green, “No—I can’t touch him—I can’t!”
“God, Clark—you live on a farm, surely you’ve broken a chicken neck or two- you’re a farmer, don’t you guys kill animals all the time? You must have had to touch dead things--What’s the big deal?”
Clark yelped. “Whitney!” and looked horrified anew.
“Jesus.” Lex said and closed his eyes.
“What?” Whitney looked from Clark to Lex. “What?”
Lex shot Whit a look, “Whitney, there’s not enough time in the world to explain to you why that’s wrong, and you really need to be on a leash-- you don’t have to do it Clark, Whitney and I will take care of it, okay?”
Whit sighed dramatically, but agreed, motioning Lex toward one end of the rug. Lex looked down—took a deep breath and exhaled hard. Just grab it, don’t think—just grab it.
Clark wavered; he pushed in front of Lex. “No, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’ll do it.” He shouldered the burden and blurred—gone.
Whit gasped. “Wow. That’s something.”
Lex nodded. Yes, it was.
“But you should see him dropping out of the sky! He hit the ground—pow! That was really something.”
Lex stared at Whitney, mouth open.
Clark could fly?
We will have more! soon...
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2/24/05 02:41 am (UTC)I know, I know! Why does he possess me so!!?? It's terrible!