Dis Pater part 5
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roxyTher previous parts of Dis Pater are here, waiting to be read!
It had taken surprisingly little further argument before they were on their way again, and for a while it was pretty uncomfortable. Lucas kept looking at Lex but not speaking and Lex couldn’t forget how Lucas’ skin had felt—his thoughts veered wildly away from that.
They were roaring into Smallville, Lucas tried to turn the radio up and Lex smacked his hand away and his phone rang.
“Bet it’s Dad,” he said, and dug his phone out of his pocket, looked at Lucas to toss it to him and suddenly Lucas yelled, “ Look out!”
A bale of wire rolled into their path, his tires punctured and blew as he ran over it and they screamed across the road onto a bridge and through a railing—“Oh god!” Lex yelled and a face loomed up through the windshield. Red clad arms jerked up across the face and then—
Lex heard a grinding metal sound and his shoulder felt like a massive hand grabbed him and yanked him back so hard his teeth slammed together-- then it was dark and quiet.
******
Clark was leaning on the railing and thinking about the afternoon, deep into a daydream when suddenly a loud noise made him lift his head—and a car was bearing down on him—he wasn’t going to make it out of the way…He stood frozen and waited for death, a massive fist punched his whole body through the rail and he sailed out into the air, the pain was intense—he smacked into the ice cold water and sank like a stone, his clothes dragged him deeper as they became heavier—
And shit! He was alive! Alive. He tumbled slowly in the water and saw the car nose down in the thick mud and silt at the river bottom. He swam down and grabbed the roof of the car and pulled up with all his might and the top peeled back like the top of a can. There were two guys inside the car, he yanked their belts loose and pulled them up to the surface quickly as he could.
They lay on the river bank, covered with mud and slime from the river, the kid with the shaggy hair was throwing up water but looked okay, the bald guy was pale, paler then he should be and his lips looked blue—Clark knew what to do. Mouth to mouth, breathe, clear his airway, breathe, press, count—he did it with out thought, without hearing the other kid, ignoring the punches raining down on him until the still form under his hands stiffened and jerked. He turned the guy’s head to the side as river water poured out of his mouth and he took a racking breath on his own.
“Lex, Lex!” The shaggy-haired kid was yelling and Clark finally let himself be pushed out of the way as the kid threw himself on the other. Clark kept staring into the blue gray eyes locked on his. His arms were around the shaking blonde but he spoke to Clark—“You saved me—I know I hit you.”
Clark shook his head. “If you’d hit me I’d be dead….” He looked back at the twisted metal of the railing and shuddered.
The events of the afternoon rushed by in a blur for Lex and Lucas. Lucas bounced back and forth between being needy and needing reassurance that Lex was fine and being a childish brat. He refused to thank Clark until Lex threatened him, looked daggers at Clark when he stood too close to Lex and at the police when they questioned Lex about the accident. It was a relief when Lionel finally arrived to pick them up. Lex watched Clark drive away with his father. He couldn’t stop thinking about his—Clark’s-- eyes. Clark Kent. So beautiful. Even under the grit and mud of the river he’d felt how soft and full his lips were, how strong his hands were…he shook himself, Jesus, their rescuer was barely more than a boy, he needed to get a grip…he caught Lucas looking at him with hurt and anger in his eyes.
TBC--mark my words!
It had taken surprisingly little further argument before they were on their way again, and for a while it was pretty uncomfortable. Lucas kept looking at Lex but not speaking and Lex couldn’t forget how Lucas’ skin had felt—his thoughts veered wildly away from that.
They were roaring into Smallville, Lucas tried to turn the radio up and Lex smacked his hand away and his phone rang.
“Bet it’s Dad,” he said, and dug his phone out of his pocket, looked at Lucas to toss it to him and suddenly Lucas yelled, “ Look out!”
A bale of wire rolled into their path, his tires punctured and blew as he ran over it and they screamed across the road onto a bridge and through a railing—“Oh god!” Lex yelled and a face loomed up through the windshield. Red clad arms jerked up across the face and then—
Lex heard a grinding metal sound and his shoulder felt like a massive hand grabbed him and yanked him back so hard his teeth slammed together-- then it was dark and quiet.
******
Clark was leaning on the railing and thinking about the afternoon, deep into a daydream when suddenly a loud noise made him lift his head—and a car was bearing down on him—he wasn’t going to make it out of the way…He stood frozen and waited for death, a massive fist punched his whole body through the rail and he sailed out into the air, the pain was intense—he smacked into the ice cold water and sank like a stone, his clothes dragged him deeper as they became heavier—
And shit! He was alive! Alive. He tumbled slowly in the water and saw the car nose down in the thick mud and silt at the river bottom. He swam down and grabbed the roof of the car and pulled up with all his might and the top peeled back like the top of a can. There were two guys inside the car, he yanked their belts loose and pulled them up to the surface quickly as he could.
They lay on the river bank, covered with mud and slime from the river, the kid with the shaggy hair was throwing up water but looked okay, the bald guy was pale, paler then he should be and his lips looked blue—Clark knew what to do. Mouth to mouth, breathe, clear his airway, breathe, press, count—he did it with out thought, without hearing the other kid, ignoring the punches raining down on him until the still form under his hands stiffened and jerked. He turned the guy’s head to the side as river water poured out of his mouth and he took a racking breath on his own.
“Lex, Lex!” The shaggy-haired kid was yelling and Clark finally let himself be pushed out of the way as the kid threw himself on the other. Clark kept staring into the blue gray eyes locked on his. His arms were around the shaking blonde but he spoke to Clark—“You saved me—I know I hit you.”
Clark shook his head. “If you’d hit me I’d be dead….” He looked back at the twisted metal of the railing and shuddered.
The events of the afternoon rushed by in a blur for Lex and Lucas. Lucas bounced back and forth between being needy and needing reassurance that Lex was fine and being a childish brat. He refused to thank Clark until Lex threatened him, looked daggers at Clark when he stood too close to Lex and at the police when they questioned Lex about the accident. It was a relief when Lionel finally arrived to pick them up. Lex watched Clark drive away with his father. He couldn’t stop thinking about his—Clark’s-- eyes. Clark Kent. So beautiful. Even under the grit and mud of the river he’d felt how soft and full his lips were, how strong his hands were…he shook himself, Jesus, their rescuer was barely more than a boy, he needed to get a grip…he caught Lucas looking at him with hurt and anger in his eyes.
TBC--mark my words!
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4/17/05 07:43 am (UTC)Luuuuurve!!
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Oh, fun.
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4/17/05 07:54 pm (UTC)*smelling salts*
*lace hanky wafted about*
Ms. Thang!! Be careful!