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Summer Story Chapter 7:part 4
Here we go!
we're at senior year, Sam's home to stay and that's where we are at the moment!
Previous Parts of Summer Story chap. seven are here.
The day was just that kind that started off beautiful, the air was crystal clear and had just the slightest hint of fall coolness sneaking in around the edges—by the time the sun was fully up, it’d be gone, it’d be hot and humid again—it was unusual for this late in October, but not unwelcome. Dew still lay on the grass as they made their way to the fence that ran long the road. Not much traffic at this time of day, the occasional truck rolled by. Clark waved if he knew the driver, and sometimes even if he didn’t. Lex marched along, staring straight ahead with a frown. Lex wasn’t much at his best early in the morning.
Dew was beginning to burn off the field and the sun was brighter when Clark stopped and dropped the pack off his shoulder.
Clark took a thermos out of his pack and cracked the seal. “Coffee?” He asked. Lex nodded and asked did Martha send any muffins with and Clark nodded with a grin. Lex didn’t eat much and getting him to eat in the morning had always been a pain—until Martha discovered his weakness for her chocolate chip muffins.
They leaned up against the fence and drank coffee and munched on the muffins, the only sounds disturbing the quiet were birds calling to each other in the fields and the occasional rumble of a truck in the distance.
Lex indicated the tools Clark carried. “So, what are we doing again?”
“Just stapling the netting back on the fence. Checking out the posts and basically, just going for a walk. Why, don’t you like spending time with me?”
“Clark, we didn’t really have to get up at the crack of dawn for together time did we? I mean after the cows we really could have gone back to bed.”
Clark grinned. “You sleep too much anyway.”
“Clark, eight hours sleep is the recommended amount of sleep. Of course, who knows what amount of sleep large deranged aliens require.”
Clark stopped Lex and pushed him against the fence. “You’re so cute when you’re annoyed, you know that?”
Lex pushed him back. “Stop trying to make me smile.”
They worked along the fence line and soon they were sweating –the sun was burning down and Clark stopped to watch Lex.
Lex leaned a hip against a fence post and wiped his head. He tucked the leather gloves into his back pocket and drank a long swallow of water from the insulated bottle he pulled out of the backpack.
Clark enjoyed looking at Lex like this. It never got old for him to watch Lex working on the farm. He had to grin every time he saw him lugging a bucket of chicken feed, or mucking out the milking shed with a look of determined suffering to rival a martyred saint’s. It was just…too cute. Unless he got caught grinning at him. Then it was a little less cute. Clark marveled at Lex’s ability to thoroughly cuss a person out and make them want to beg him for forgiveness without even saying one word.
Lex took his shirt off and tied the sleeves around his waist and put the gloves back on. “Hey,” he called “Are you going stand there with a goofy grin on your face or are you going to help?”
Clark’s mouth went dry as he stared at Lex. This never got old either. He loved Lex’s body, loved the shape of his shoulders, loved the way his collarbones looked like wings, how his navel reminded him that the faint line that ran from it and disappeared under his waistband led to heaven, loved how his skin tried so hard to brown, loved the march of freckles across his shoulders down his back, loved that tiny spray across the bridge of his nose—the spray that drove Lex crazy.
“You know, if you keep staring at me like that, we’re never going to get anything done.” Lex leaned back a little, working a kink out of his back and Clark couldn’t stand still anymore. In a second his hands were wrapped around Lex’s head, he was kissing him, tasting coffee and chocolate…
Lex was startled but Clark could feel his lips move into a smile under his, and his arms went around Clark’s shoulders.
Lex pushed against him after a moment. “Hey. We really do need to concentrate.”
Clark hugged him. “I am concentrating. I’m concentrating on getting you out of your pants.”
Lex laughed. “No! Not now—I want to finish, get back and eat breakfast.”
Clark reluctantly let Lex go. “You’re turning me down for pancakes? You’re going to get fat if you keep eating like you’ve been.” The minute he said it he knew it was stupid, the look of horror on Lex’s face confirmed it.
“No! No! Don’t pay attention to me—I’m an idiot! I swear you look great—Say! Have you been working out?”
Lex looked confused and annoyed and finally Clark’s little joke sunk in—Clark grinned as the frown on Lex’s face melted into a slightly softer expression. He knew he’d have to work to make up for that moment of idiocy; Lex wasn’t the type of person to think that was just a joke. He sighed. Sometimes he felt like he was on a high wire, and he was wearing a blindfold.
Lex was studying his face, and he finally smiled a real smile—Clark felt a little lift, thank goodness-forgiven! “Asshole,” Lex said as he smiled and walked away. “We’re done now, right?” he called over his shoulder.
“Yep!” Clark called back. He’d explain to Dad later why they hadn’t actually finished, and in the mean time, he was just going to enjoy that walk. How did Lex make a simple walk look like sex? Clark reached down to adjust himself, grinned ruefully. What that guy did to him was a sin….
******
They walked along the shoulder of the road and talked about the changes the end of the school year would bring. Summer was going to fly by and then they’d be facing college. Lex was all for making elaborate lists of things they’d need and start to buy them now, and of course the truck needed a tune up and they needed moving blankets… “Clark, did you hear me?”
But Clark didn’t answer and Lex looked up and saw what made Clark go still and silent.
His father’s Mercedes rolled along side them briefly before driving on. The tinted windows kept him from seeing inside the car but just the thought that he’d been right next to him… Lex shivered as if the heat had fled and put his shirt back on, buttoning it and Clark stopped him from rolling down the sleeves and buttoning them too.
“The sleeves are too long for you, why don’t you just keep them rolled up?”
Lex rubbed the material quickly over his face, Clark’s old flannel had been washed so many times it was soft as velvet and thin…
Clark rubbed his back.
“What’s wrong—is it him? I thought you were in charge of that situation.”
Lex nodded. He wasn’t afraid of him, precisely—he’d fixed that whole situation. Clark had no idea how little they both had to fear from him. It was just that sometimes…sometimes an irrational fear or worry seized him. He was afraid his dad would find some way to worm his way back into his life, destroy what happiness he’d managed to build.
The walk back was quiet, each of the boys trapped in their own thoughts.
*****
tbc and this time, I mean it! :)
we're at senior year, Sam's home to stay and that's where we are at the moment!
Previous Parts of Summer Story chap. seven are here.
The day was just that kind that started off beautiful, the air was crystal clear and had just the slightest hint of fall coolness sneaking in around the edges—by the time the sun was fully up, it’d be gone, it’d be hot and humid again—it was unusual for this late in October, but not unwelcome. Dew still lay on the grass as they made their way to the fence that ran long the road. Not much traffic at this time of day, the occasional truck rolled by. Clark waved if he knew the driver, and sometimes even if he didn’t. Lex marched along, staring straight ahead with a frown. Lex wasn’t much at his best early in the morning.
Dew was beginning to burn off the field and the sun was brighter when Clark stopped and dropped the pack off his shoulder.
Clark took a thermos out of his pack and cracked the seal. “Coffee?” He asked. Lex nodded and asked did Martha send any muffins with and Clark nodded with a grin. Lex didn’t eat much and getting him to eat in the morning had always been a pain—until Martha discovered his weakness for her chocolate chip muffins.
They leaned up against the fence and drank coffee and munched on the muffins, the only sounds disturbing the quiet were birds calling to each other in the fields and the occasional rumble of a truck in the distance.
Lex indicated the tools Clark carried. “So, what are we doing again?”
“Just stapling the netting back on the fence. Checking out the posts and basically, just going for a walk. Why, don’t you like spending time with me?”
“Clark, we didn’t really have to get up at the crack of dawn for together time did we? I mean after the cows we really could have gone back to bed.”
Clark grinned. “You sleep too much anyway.”
“Clark, eight hours sleep is the recommended amount of sleep. Of course, who knows what amount of sleep large deranged aliens require.”
Clark stopped Lex and pushed him against the fence. “You’re so cute when you’re annoyed, you know that?”
Lex pushed him back. “Stop trying to make me smile.”
They worked along the fence line and soon they were sweating –the sun was burning down and Clark stopped to watch Lex.
Lex leaned a hip against a fence post and wiped his head. He tucked the leather gloves into his back pocket and drank a long swallow of water from the insulated bottle he pulled out of the backpack.
Clark enjoyed looking at Lex like this. It never got old for him to watch Lex working on the farm. He had to grin every time he saw him lugging a bucket of chicken feed, or mucking out the milking shed with a look of determined suffering to rival a martyred saint’s. It was just…too cute. Unless he got caught grinning at him. Then it was a little less cute. Clark marveled at Lex’s ability to thoroughly cuss a person out and make them want to beg him for forgiveness without even saying one word.
Lex took his shirt off and tied the sleeves around his waist and put the gloves back on. “Hey,” he called “Are you going stand there with a goofy grin on your face or are you going to help?”
Clark’s mouth went dry as he stared at Lex. This never got old either. He loved Lex’s body, loved the shape of his shoulders, loved the way his collarbones looked like wings, how his navel reminded him that the faint line that ran from it and disappeared under his waistband led to heaven, loved how his skin tried so hard to brown, loved the march of freckles across his shoulders down his back, loved that tiny spray across the bridge of his nose—the spray that drove Lex crazy.
“You know, if you keep staring at me like that, we’re never going to get anything done.” Lex leaned back a little, working a kink out of his back and Clark couldn’t stand still anymore. In a second his hands were wrapped around Lex’s head, he was kissing him, tasting coffee and chocolate…
Lex was startled but Clark could feel his lips move into a smile under his, and his arms went around Clark’s shoulders.
Lex pushed against him after a moment. “Hey. We really do need to concentrate.”
Clark hugged him. “I am concentrating. I’m concentrating on getting you out of your pants.”
Lex laughed. “No! Not now—I want to finish, get back and eat breakfast.”
Clark reluctantly let Lex go. “You’re turning me down for pancakes? You’re going to get fat if you keep eating like you’ve been.” The minute he said it he knew it was stupid, the look of horror on Lex’s face confirmed it.
“No! No! Don’t pay attention to me—I’m an idiot! I swear you look great—Say! Have you been working out?”
Lex looked confused and annoyed and finally Clark’s little joke sunk in—Clark grinned as the frown on Lex’s face melted into a slightly softer expression. He knew he’d have to work to make up for that moment of idiocy; Lex wasn’t the type of person to think that was just a joke. He sighed. Sometimes he felt like he was on a high wire, and he was wearing a blindfold.
Lex was studying his face, and he finally smiled a real smile—Clark felt a little lift, thank goodness-forgiven! “Asshole,” Lex said as he smiled and walked away. “We’re done now, right?” he called over his shoulder.
“Yep!” Clark called back. He’d explain to Dad later why they hadn’t actually finished, and in the mean time, he was just going to enjoy that walk. How did Lex make a simple walk look like sex? Clark reached down to adjust himself, grinned ruefully. What that guy did to him was a sin….
******
They walked along the shoulder of the road and talked about the changes the end of the school year would bring. Summer was going to fly by and then they’d be facing college. Lex was all for making elaborate lists of things they’d need and start to buy them now, and of course the truck needed a tune up and they needed moving blankets… “Clark, did you hear me?”
But Clark didn’t answer and Lex looked up and saw what made Clark go still and silent.
His father’s Mercedes rolled along side them briefly before driving on. The tinted windows kept him from seeing inside the car but just the thought that he’d been right next to him… Lex shivered as if the heat had fled and put his shirt back on, buttoning it and Clark stopped him from rolling down the sleeves and buttoning them too.
“The sleeves are too long for you, why don’t you just keep them rolled up?”
Lex rubbed the material quickly over his face, Clark’s old flannel had been washed so many times it was soft as velvet and thin…
Clark rubbed his back.
“What’s wrong—is it him? I thought you were in charge of that situation.”
Lex nodded. He wasn’t afraid of him, precisely—he’d fixed that whole situation. Clark had no idea how little they both had to fear from him. It was just that sometimes…sometimes an irrational fear or worry seized him. He was afraid his dad would find some way to worm his way back into his life, destroy what happiness he’d managed to build.
The walk back was quiet, each of the boys trapped in their own thoughts.
*****
tbc and this time, I mean it! :)
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The boys are sooo cute!
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Again, you are evol.
Evol, evol, evol.
*smooshes you*
*hard*
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Happy Mother's day, beloved!
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*smooooch*
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Great part!
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I bet Lionel isn't quite so fixed as Lex thinks he is.
This is Ch 7 Part 4, btw. Part 3 is here
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