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Dis Pater part 4
ARRRGH! I'm so behind on my reading and commenting! Gosh some of you have to stop being so prolific. *eyes balls you know who sternly* Tomorrow I'm tied up, being nice to Mr. Roxy because, let's be frank here, he's got it--and then Targe-hell continues it's senseless persecution of me. But next week! Next week I have a few more days free, and I will spend it getting caught up on all the stuff I've been wanting to read, and maybe finally finish that drawing that 's been sitting on my drafting table. say, did you know how much fun it was to draw doinkies? I know it! I didn't know either! I love drawing doinkies!(that would be the latin for penis)
Goodness! I do go on! Let me post this story bit than and just be quiet.
III
Lex thought that his life changed completely and childhood was gone forever at twelve when his mother died. For a long period of time he was mother and father to Lucas as Lionel withdrew from everything and everyone that wasn’t business. He became distant and cold and Lucas fought back against being ignored. He struck out against his father, against Lex—Lex felt like he was being tested at every step. It wasn’t fair, what had he done to deserve this? Why didn’t his dad see how hard it was for him? Why couldn’t Lucas stop fighting against him? Why couldn’t he love him like he did when he was little?
When did he get to have some kind of life….
Lucas groaned and his forehead bumped against the seat. The only sound in the car was the hiss of breath and the wet slap of flesh. The man behind him grunted and shifted his grip, and Lucas gasped at the change in sensation. He bit his lip as the other pushed in deeper, he could feel the drag as he pulled out, in and out, felt good…sweat ran down his face and dotted the leather and the guy behind him sped up, gasping now…Part of Lucas’ mind cataloged whatever movement on his part drew the most reaction from the guy, part enjoyed getting fucked in his dad ‘s car. He rolled his hips and grinned as the guy behind him lost it, and began pounding in. He liked the feel of his fingers digging in so hard there’d be bruises for days. He thought of being caught screwing the driver in his dad’s custom Escalade. All he needed was the thought of horror on his dad’s Lex’s face to send him over the edge. He came on the shirt he’d spread on the seat. Not his, of course.
******
“Hello? Lucas?” Lex tossed his keys on the foyer table and winced when they hit the wood surface. The housekeeper was going to have a fit when she saw that scratch…maybe he could blame Lucas….
He shrugged out of his coat and hung it in the closet, making sure it was squarely on the hanger, looking it over with a critical eye before calling for Lucas again. Where was that kid, he was supposed to come home right after school. Lex cursed quietly to himself as he grabbed the household mail out of a basket on the table. He began flicking through it as he headed for the kitchen. He should have known better then to trust him on the housekeeper’s day off. He should have gone to pick the brat up at school himself. Damn it, the driver was supposed to call him when he collected the little weasel.
Wondering if he picked Lucas up or not, Lex frowned and yanked his plum shirt smooth took his phone out of his pocket and contemplated calling Lucas. He jammed it back into his pocket. Forget it.
God. One more year and he was out of here and then Lucas was no longer his concern.
He stalked into the kitchen, still fuming, and flipped the mail on to the island counter.
The hell with him. He was eating something first. He wasn’t worried about the brat in the least. He pulled a chair around to the long counter that divided the kitchen in half and looked around for the remote that operated the sound system in the room. He gave up and searched the fridge for lunch. Ah, good—a sealed plate on the top shelf held lunch, a plate for him and one for Lucas. He was tempted to lift the cover and see what she made for Lucas; it was always better than what she made for him.
Fucking Lucas—everyone’s pet, and he got stuck making sure everyone’s pet didn’t burn down the house or blow up his school. Lex looked for something to drink and on the next shelf behind a bottle of juice he found the remote. Damn that kid.
He was just settling down to eat when the apartment door flew open, Lex could hear it hit the wall, and the same moment the phone rang. He fumbled with his sandwich, cursing when a spot of mustard marred the gray trousers, grabbed frantically for the phone with mustard smeared fingers when he saw it was his dad calling.
Crap. A phone call during work hours. That was never a good thing.
“Lex!”
“Lex?”
“Lucas! Dad?” Lex walked down the hall to shut the door Lucas had left open and his dad continued to speak.
“I want you and Lucas to come out this weekend—I’d like to see you boys. I miss you.”
“And there’s a new brochure coming out--let’s get shots of Luthor’s looking cozy around the farms?”
“Lex, your sarcasm is unbecoming--it could use a little work.”
Lex snorted in amusement despite being annoyed. “Oh, pardon me, Dad. So you want me to collar and cage your wildcat and drag him to Smallville and convince him to act human? Thanks Dad. I could just jump into the tiger cage at the zoo-- it’d be less painful--”Lex walked back into the kitchen just in time to catch Lucas wolfing down the last bit of his sandwich.
“Hey!-- Dad, we’ll be there tonight, okay?” and he hung up on him and rounded on Lucas. “Why the hell do you do that all the time? Why do you insist on eating my damn food? You have a plate in the fridge!”
“I did have a plate--I was hungry so I ate both.” He shrugged and tried to walk past Lex with a nonchalant smile.
He grabbed Lucas by the collar and shoved him hard against the sink and Lucas just relaxed all over so that Lex automatically grabbed him to stop him from hitting the floor. “We learnt about passive resistance in World History today…” He grinned, and stood upright again.
Lex blushed and stepped back. “Knock it off.” he frowned at Lucas savagely. “Where were you today? You were supposed to come home right after school. Did the driver come…”
Lucas started to giggle and Lex turned to face away from him. He was not getting pulled into a shouting match with this kid; he was not losing his temper. “You need to pack. We’re going to Smallville tonight.” Little prick. “He wants us there.”
“Fuck him and fuck you—I’m not going anywhere. I have plans.”
Lex looked at Lucas in amused surprise. “You have plans? What the hell kind of plans of yours could take precedence over Dad’s? Get packed.”
No.” Lucas looked stubborn, and Lex grit his teeth and tried to control his temper.
“Don’t argue with me, Lucas. For once.”
Lucas grabbed his coat from the back of a chair and tried to step around Lex again but Lex shoved him. “Get packed, I said. Now.”
“Fuck you!” He tried to shove back but Lex pushed him again.
“Asshole!” Lucas swung at Lex and connected, a glancing blow off his cheekbone, but Lex was instantly furious and swung back. He knocked Lucas down, he lay curled in a ball on the floor and Lex cursed—“shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you so hard, are you okay?” he reached down and Lucas grabbed his hand and pulled him violently down, punched Lex again, and they wrestled across the floor cursing and punching and knocking chairs flying.
They rolled until they slammed up against the kitchen door and couldn’t move anymore. Lex ended up on top of Lucas, both the boys breathing hard and glaring at each other. Lex wiped blood from his nose across Lucas’ face and laughed when the boy yelled in disgust.
“Bastard”, Lex hissed and then froze, as Lucas looked at him in shock.
Lex grabbed his head –“No, no! I didn’t mean it like that, I swear,” but Lucas turned his head and tried to move. “No really- I didn’t mean that, why would you even think I could…”
Lucas dropped his head back and sighed and Lex suddenly was too aware he was laying full length on his brother, touching all along the length of his body…he dropped to the floor. “What? What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I’m just—it’s just…do you think that’s why dad stopped talking to me? Because I’m an embarrassment? Is that why you don’t hang out with me anymore?”
Lex could feel Lucas’ heart pound under his hand, and he tried to ease it off his chest but Lucas grabbed it, held on, pressed it against his chest. "Why don’t you like me anymore?”
“I do, I do—it’s just—Lucas, we have our own friends, our own lives--you’re too busy for me!” Lex was amazed at how much hurt he felt, and Lucas looked at him in surprise.
“Really? You miss me too?”
“Yes, I miss you too you horrible ape. But it’s just what happens when you get older.
Plus, I hate your friends.”
Lucas narrowed his eyes at him and shifted so that Lex’s hand was on his stomach. “Why?” He asked and Lex didn’t answer.
“Why?” he persisted but Lex got up, pulling his hand loose and walked out of the kitchen, “Get packed okay?”
TBC, you crazy cool kids!
Goodness! I do go on! Let me post this story bit than and just be quiet.
III
Lex thought that his life changed completely and childhood was gone forever at twelve when his mother died. For a long period of time he was mother and father to Lucas as Lionel withdrew from everything and everyone that wasn’t business. He became distant and cold and Lucas fought back against being ignored. He struck out against his father, against Lex—Lex felt like he was being tested at every step. It wasn’t fair, what had he done to deserve this? Why didn’t his dad see how hard it was for him? Why couldn’t Lucas stop fighting against him? Why couldn’t he love him like he did when he was little?
When did he get to have some kind of life….
Lucas groaned and his forehead bumped against the seat. The only sound in the car was the hiss of breath and the wet slap of flesh. The man behind him grunted and shifted his grip, and Lucas gasped at the change in sensation. He bit his lip as the other pushed in deeper, he could feel the drag as he pulled out, in and out, felt good…sweat ran down his face and dotted the leather and the guy behind him sped up, gasping now…Part of Lucas’ mind cataloged whatever movement on his part drew the most reaction from the guy, part enjoyed getting fucked in his dad ‘s car. He rolled his hips and grinned as the guy behind him lost it, and began pounding in. He liked the feel of his fingers digging in so hard there’d be bruises for days. He thought of being caught screwing the driver in his dad’s custom Escalade. All he needed was the thought of horror on his dad’s Lex’s face to send him over the edge. He came on the shirt he’d spread on the seat. Not his, of course.
******
“Hello? Lucas?” Lex tossed his keys on the foyer table and winced when they hit the wood surface. The housekeeper was going to have a fit when she saw that scratch…maybe he could blame Lucas….
He shrugged out of his coat and hung it in the closet, making sure it was squarely on the hanger, looking it over with a critical eye before calling for Lucas again. Where was that kid, he was supposed to come home right after school. Lex cursed quietly to himself as he grabbed the household mail out of a basket on the table. He began flicking through it as he headed for the kitchen. He should have known better then to trust him on the housekeeper’s day off. He should have gone to pick the brat up at school himself. Damn it, the driver was supposed to call him when he collected the little weasel.
Wondering if he picked Lucas up or not, Lex frowned and yanked his plum shirt smooth took his phone out of his pocket and contemplated calling Lucas. He jammed it back into his pocket. Forget it.
God. One more year and he was out of here and then Lucas was no longer his concern.
He stalked into the kitchen, still fuming, and flipped the mail on to the island counter.
The hell with him. He was eating something first. He wasn’t worried about the brat in the least. He pulled a chair around to the long counter that divided the kitchen in half and looked around for the remote that operated the sound system in the room. He gave up and searched the fridge for lunch. Ah, good—a sealed plate on the top shelf held lunch, a plate for him and one for Lucas. He was tempted to lift the cover and see what she made for Lucas; it was always better than what she made for him.
Fucking Lucas—everyone’s pet, and he got stuck making sure everyone’s pet didn’t burn down the house or blow up his school. Lex looked for something to drink and on the next shelf behind a bottle of juice he found the remote. Damn that kid.
He was just settling down to eat when the apartment door flew open, Lex could hear it hit the wall, and the same moment the phone rang. He fumbled with his sandwich, cursing when a spot of mustard marred the gray trousers, grabbed frantically for the phone with mustard smeared fingers when he saw it was his dad calling.
Crap. A phone call during work hours. That was never a good thing.
“Lex!”
“Lex?”
“Lucas! Dad?” Lex walked down the hall to shut the door Lucas had left open and his dad continued to speak.
“I want you and Lucas to come out this weekend—I’d like to see you boys. I miss you.”
“And there’s a new brochure coming out--let’s get shots of Luthor’s looking cozy around the farms?”
“Lex, your sarcasm is unbecoming--it could use a little work.”
Lex snorted in amusement despite being annoyed. “Oh, pardon me, Dad. So you want me to collar and cage your wildcat and drag him to Smallville and convince him to act human? Thanks Dad. I could just jump into the tiger cage at the zoo-- it’d be less painful--”Lex walked back into the kitchen just in time to catch Lucas wolfing down the last bit of his sandwich.
“Hey!-- Dad, we’ll be there tonight, okay?” and he hung up on him and rounded on Lucas. “Why the hell do you do that all the time? Why do you insist on eating my damn food? You have a plate in the fridge!”
“I did have a plate--I was hungry so I ate both.” He shrugged and tried to walk past Lex with a nonchalant smile.
He grabbed Lucas by the collar and shoved him hard against the sink and Lucas just relaxed all over so that Lex automatically grabbed him to stop him from hitting the floor. “We learnt about passive resistance in World History today…” He grinned, and stood upright again.
Lex blushed and stepped back. “Knock it off.” he frowned at Lucas savagely. “Where were you today? You were supposed to come home right after school. Did the driver come…”
Lucas started to giggle and Lex turned to face away from him. He was not getting pulled into a shouting match with this kid; he was not losing his temper. “You need to pack. We’re going to Smallville tonight.” Little prick. “He wants us there.”
“Fuck him and fuck you—I’m not going anywhere. I have plans.”
Lex looked at Lucas in amused surprise. “You have plans? What the hell kind of plans of yours could take precedence over Dad’s? Get packed.”
No.” Lucas looked stubborn, and Lex grit his teeth and tried to control his temper.
“Don’t argue with me, Lucas. For once.”
Lucas grabbed his coat from the back of a chair and tried to step around Lex again but Lex shoved him. “Get packed, I said. Now.”
“Fuck you!” He tried to shove back but Lex pushed him again.
“Asshole!” Lucas swung at Lex and connected, a glancing blow off his cheekbone, but Lex was instantly furious and swung back. He knocked Lucas down, he lay curled in a ball on the floor and Lex cursed—“shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you so hard, are you okay?” he reached down and Lucas grabbed his hand and pulled him violently down, punched Lex again, and they wrestled across the floor cursing and punching and knocking chairs flying.
They rolled until they slammed up against the kitchen door and couldn’t move anymore. Lex ended up on top of Lucas, both the boys breathing hard and glaring at each other. Lex wiped blood from his nose across Lucas’ face and laughed when the boy yelled in disgust.
“Bastard”, Lex hissed and then froze, as Lucas looked at him in shock.
Lex grabbed his head –“No, no! I didn’t mean it like that, I swear,” but Lucas turned his head and tried to move. “No really- I didn’t mean that, why would you even think I could…”
Lucas dropped his head back and sighed and Lex suddenly was too aware he was laying full length on his brother, touching all along the length of his body…he dropped to the floor. “What? What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I’m just—it’s just…do you think that’s why dad stopped talking to me? Because I’m an embarrassment? Is that why you don’t hang out with me anymore?”
Lex could feel Lucas’ heart pound under his hand, and he tried to ease it off his chest but Lucas grabbed it, held on, pressed it against his chest. "Why don’t you like me anymore?”
“I do, I do—it’s just—Lucas, we have our own friends, our own lives--you’re too busy for me!” Lex was amazed at how much hurt he felt, and Lucas looked at him in surprise.
“Really? You miss me too?”
“Yes, I miss you too you horrible ape. But it’s just what happens when you get older.
Plus, I hate your friends.”
Lucas narrowed his eyes at him and shifted so that Lex’s hand was on his stomach. “Why?” He asked and Lex didn’t answer.
“Why?” he persisted but Lex got up, pulling his hand loose and walked out of the kitchen, “Get packed okay?”
TBC, you crazy cool kids!
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Erm...can you tell my mind's flying??
Your fault, lol!!
:D
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