Summer Story part 7
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It's late here in my little corner of the world, but I feel the need to post this part and then on to the good stuff. I hope. Goodness- the pr0n's beeen avoiding me.(possibly because I spelled it like that and now my muse is punishing me)
Here's more Summer Story.
“Whit, you’re going to help Clark and me help Sam paint and set up his new place--” Lex stopped as the waitress put a plate of fries between the two of them and dropped a coffee and a milkshake in front them. Lex eyed the french fries dubiously and Whit laughed and said, “Red, I’m telling you, this place is good, Charlie and I always ate here.” He grabbed a few fries and shoved them into his mouth with a grin.
“Hmm,” Lex said, and looked unconvinced. “Anyway—I want you to help, and Sam would really like it too…” He trailed off at Whit’s exasperated look.
“Hey, I’m talking to him, I’m glad that he’s getting his business underway, that’s great, but no way am I going to be free labor for him. Let’s not push it, okay-- lunch one time and a couple of rides to school doesn’t mean that we’re best buddies now.” He leaned back in the booth and sucked noisily at his milkshake and tried to ignore Lex’s angry glare.
Lex slapped his hand down on the table and leaned forward, poking his finger in Whit’s chest and pinning him with a ferocious frown. “Listen you—enough, okay? You and I, we’ve had some rotten god-awful times and our lives have sometimes been the stuff of mightmares, but Whit—that was then and this is now—Just fucking get over it.” Lex was furious and frustrated with Whit and ignored the heads turned their way.
Whit glared right back and muttered, “Great, The whole damn place is looking at you, you happy? I was hoping to come back to this diner again.” He growled at him. “And what the fuck do you mean just ‘get over it’? Just get over all that shit? Great advice Red, --words to live by.”
“Yes, damn it. What else are you going to do?” Lex leaned back in his seat and sighed. He poked at the fries and grimaced, shoved the plate away. He spoke again, this time quietly and Whit leaned closer to hear him.
“When Charlie was around, you were doing great. You were happy and—look, you got through school, pulled your grades up and now what? You decide to sit in the corner and pout because Sam didn’t come home and drop to his knees and beg you to please, please forgive him for being a huge ass jerk? Was he supposed to flog himself in a public square for you? Oh, boo-hoo, poor little Whitney.”
“No! That’s not it at all, and don’t be a jerk yourself! I can’t believe you’re treating me like this—we always…we’re friends, more than.” Whit looked down at the table and Lex felt a little flash of guilt---squashed it down.
“Listen, who knows better than me what you’re going through? What you’re feeling? And I’d never hurt you—we share so much Whit, and I love you so much. I want you to be happy. All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy.” He reached out and pulled Whitney’s hand to his mouth and kissed him swiftly on the knuckles before putting his hand down again.
“Sam will do everything he can to make you happy. He will. Give him a chance. He’s doing so much for you, and it’s time you let him in.”
Whit shook his head, “I don’t know—what if he changes his mind again? I couldn’t take it. I’d never survive another…” He trailed off and looked so sad, Lex's heart ached for him.
“Just be honest with yourself Whit. This man is the one that can build a life with you. Of the two people you loved, this is the one that can make your life what it should always have been. This is the one that loves you for you, and not what you can do for him."
Whit looked away from Lex. “Wade tried…” He stopped abruptly and Lex nodded.
“It’s okay.”
“I—I—in my mind that name was Charlie,” he laughed a little weakly, and Lex smiled.
“Let it go, Whit. Get started on the rest of your life. It'll be good.Trust me, babe, I’d never lie to you.”
Whit laughed. “Okay. Man, Clark never had a chance, did he?”
“Exactly. Do you see what I mean about being honest with yourself? As soon as he admitted he couldn’t live without me, things just fell into place.” He smiled warmly at Whit.
Whit shook his head. “The boy really never had a chance against you.”
******
Sam unlocked the door, and stood aside to let in the boys behind him; they loaded down with paint and rollers and drop clothes. Sam had a bag in his hand and held the edge of a Styrofoam cup in his teeth while he juggled the keys to unlock the door.
“Thish ish the besht spashe,jush wai,” He slurred around the cup and finally got the door unlocked. He grinned widely as he stepped in, and Lex looked very interested, Whit mimed yawning widely at Clark, who grinned at him. After they unloaded everything in the room, Clark turned to Lex ands whispered, “Hasn’t this place just been painted, I mean, I can smell new paint--”
"Sam’s trying to present an image –he’s going to put his own stamp on this place, with paint and accessories he’s going to--”
Clark put a hand over Lex’s mouth. “You’re scaring me—no more of those makeover-decorating show things okay? And especially not with that Ty guy. He gets on my nerves.”
Lex’s eyes sparkled over Clark’s hand and Clark could feel his lips move in a grin against his palm.
Whitney shoved some buckets into the corner and opened a can of paint, punched holes around the rim with hammer and a nail and turned a stirrer through the paint. Sam leaned over his shoulder and watched for a minute. Whit looked up, slightly annoyed. “Am I doing it wrong?” He asked sarcastically.
Sam shook his head. “No, I’m just watching you. You look like you know more about this stuff then I do.”
Whit nodded, slightly mollified. “Yeah, well, you pick up things here and there.” He didn’t look up at Sam, just poured some paint into a bucket and grabbed a brush. “So, the green goes in the reception area?”
“No,” Sam corrected, “ The ‘prairie sage’ goes in the reception area.” He smiled to let Whit know he was kidding.
“Whatever.” Whit muttered and began cutting in around the moldings, painting broad swaths around the biggest window, the one that faced the street.
Sam watched his arms move, muscles shifted under his tight a-shirt and Sam turned away after a short while and felt proud of himself when he did. Ha. I can do it—I can resist him all day long, if I have to. Yeah—‘cause I’m strong, damn it.
********
Whit could feel Sam move away, and he swallowed. He’d been too aware of Sam standing behind him watching and it made him nervous and a little turned on. Which in turn made him angry. He was so easy. Remember, he’s a jerk, a big ass jerk. A big ass jerk with really green eyes, so much nicer green then prairie sage. And he really did have nice lips, so soft and –damn it!
Whit slapped paint on the wall violently for a few minutes and Sam came up behind him again.
“Hey, hey! You’re splattering paint all over!”
“Well, that happens sometimes when you’re painting. That’s what the drop clothes are for.” Whit glowered at the wall, and hoped Sam couldn’t see him turning red.
"Yeah, okay…I’m just going to go over here--” He pointed to the opposite side of the room and grabbed a roller. “I’ll paint the wall while you do that."
“You should tape out the ceiling so you don’t get paint on it, plus it'll give you a nice crisp line.”
“All right. Where’s the tape?” He looked at Whit and Whit frowned.
“Where’s the bag? All that stuff was in the bag.” He watched Sam wander around, half-heartedly looking for the bag.
Lex came in and asked if they’d like something to drink and Sam shook his head. “I’m looking for the bag with the tape in it.”
“Oh, that’s in the studio.” Lex said. Clark’s using the tape.”
Sam sighed. “Well, the Anti-Sawyer here needs it too.
Lex quirked an eyebrow. “…The Anti-Sawyer?”
“Yeah, you know the opposite of Tom Sawyer-- he makes doing this look really sucky. Or he just kind of sucks the fun right out of it,” he muttered.
Whit whirled around. “Oh fucking excuse me for not being a shit load of *fun*.” He threw the brush down on the floor and stamped off. Lex and Sam stared down at their now paint covered feet, and the spray of prairie sage paint that fanned out across the gleaming floor tiles.
“Mother fuck!” Sam yelled. "I’ve had a-fucking-nuff of his attitude.'Xcuse me, I'm gonna go make everybody happy and kill him now." he stomped off after Whitney.
Clark came up behind Lex and put an arm around his shoulders. "Does that mean we're all finished painting?"
Lex’s brow wrinkled and he said, “Let’s check on them, I really don’t want to have to clean up blood today too.”
Clark looked a little worried. “All those guys do is fight, fight, fight. I don’t know…I don’t think your plan is working too well, Mr. Yental.”
Lex shook his head. “I think it is, and that’s Mr. Yenta.”
“What?”
“Come with me, Clark and just look pretty, okay?”
You’re very insulting, did you know that?” Clark said.
“You know, it worries me when you sound like Pete.” Lex pushed Clark along down the short hallway that separated the studio area from the reception area towards the room Sam staked out as his office.
Just as they got near the office, they heard shouting and cursing and a wall shaking thump. Lex looked wide-eyed at ClarkOh shit....
TBC!
It's late here in my little corner of the world, but I feel the need to post this part and then on to the good stuff. I hope. Goodness- the pr0n's beeen avoiding me.(possibly because I spelled it like that and now my muse is punishing me)
Here's more Summer Story.
“Whit, you’re going to help Clark and me help Sam paint and set up his new place--” Lex stopped as the waitress put a plate of fries between the two of them and dropped a coffee and a milkshake in front them. Lex eyed the french fries dubiously and Whit laughed and said, “Red, I’m telling you, this place is good, Charlie and I always ate here.” He grabbed a few fries and shoved them into his mouth with a grin.
“Hmm,” Lex said, and looked unconvinced. “Anyway—I want you to help, and Sam would really like it too…” He trailed off at Whit’s exasperated look.
“Hey, I’m talking to him, I’m glad that he’s getting his business underway, that’s great, but no way am I going to be free labor for him. Let’s not push it, okay-- lunch one time and a couple of rides to school doesn’t mean that we’re best buddies now.” He leaned back in the booth and sucked noisily at his milkshake and tried to ignore Lex’s angry glare.
Lex slapped his hand down on the table and leaned forward, poking his finger in Whit’s chest and pinning him with a ferocious frown. “Listen you—enough, okay? You and I, we’ve had some rotten god-awful times and our lives have sometimes been the stuff of mightmares, but Whit—that was then and this is now—Just fucking get over it.” Lex was furious and frustrated with Whit and ignored the heads turned their way.
Whit glared right back and muttered, “Great, The whole damn place is looking at you, you happy? I was hoping to come back to this diner again.” He growled at him. “And what the fuck do you mean just ‘get over it’? Just get over all that shit? Great advice Red, --words to live by.”
“Yes, damn it. What else are you going to do?” Lex leaned back in his seat and sighed. He poked at the fries and grimaced, shoved the plate away. He spoke again, this time quietly and Whit leaned closer to hear him.
“When Charlie was around, you were doing great. You were happy and—look, you got through school, pulled your grades up and now what? You decide to sit in the corner and pout because Sam didn’t come home and drop to his knees and beg you to please, please forgive him for being a huge ass jerk? Was he supposed to flog himself in a public square for you? Oh, boo-hoo, poor little Whitney.”
“No! That’s not it at all, and don’t be a jerk yourself! I can’t believe you’re treating me like this—we always…we’re friends, more than.” Whit looked down at the table and Lex felt a little flash of guilt---squashed it down.
“Listen, who knows better than me what you’re going through? What you’re feeling? And I’d never hurt you—we share so much Whit, and I love you so much. I want you to be happy. All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy.” He reached out and pulled Whitney’s hand to his mouth and kissed him swiftly on the knuckles before putting his hand down again.
“Sam will do everything he can to make you happy. He will. Give him a chance. He’s doing so much for you, and it’s time you let him in.”
Whit shook his head, “I don’t know—what if he changes his mind again? I couldn’t take it. I’d never survive another…” He trailed off and looked so sad, Lex's heart ached for him.
“Just be honest with yourself Whit. This man is the one that can build a life with you. Of the two people you loved, this is the one that can make your life what it should always have been. This is the one that loves you for you, and not what you can do for him."
Whit looked away from Lex. “Wade tried…” He stopped abruptly and Lex nodded.
“It’s okay.”
“I—I—in my mind that name was Charlie,” he laughed a little weakly, and Lex smiled.
“Let it go, Whit. Get started on the rest of your life. It'll be good.Trust me, babe, I’d never lie to you.”
Whit laughed. “Okay. Man, Clark never had a chance, did he?”
“Exactly. Do you see what I mean about being honest with yourself? As soon as he admitted he couldn’t live without me, things just fell into place.” He smiled warmly at Whit.
Whit shook his head. “The boy really never had a chance against you.”
******
Sam unlocked the door, and stood aside to let in the boys behind him; they loaded down with paint and rollers and drop clothes. Sam had a bag in his hand and held the edge of a Styrofoam cup in his teeth while he juggled the keys to unlock the door.
“Thish ish the besht spashe,jush wai,” He slurred around the cup and finally got the door unlocked. He grinned widely as he stepped in, and Lex looked very interested, Whit mimed yawning widely at Clark, who grinned at him. After they unloaded everything in the room, Clark turned to Lex ands whispered, “Hasn’t this place just been painted, I mean, I can smell new paint--”
"Sam’s trying to present an image –he’s going to put his own stamp on this place, with paint and accessories he’s going to--”
Clark put a hand over Lex’s mouth. “You’re scaring me—no more of those makeover-decorating show things okay? And especially not with that Ty guy. He gets on my nerves.”
Lex’s eyes sparkled over Clark’s hand and Clark could feel his lips move in a grin against his palm.
Whitney shoved some buckets into the corner and opened a can of paint, punched holes around the rim with hammer and a nail and turned a stirrer through the paint. Sam leaned over his shoulder and watched for a minute. Whit looked up, slightly annoyed. “Am I doing it wrong?” He asked sarcastically.
Sam shook his head. “No, I’m just watching you. You look like you know more about this stuff then I do.”
Whit nodded, slightly mollified. “Yeah, well, you pick up things here and there.” He didn’t look up at Sam, just poured some paint into a bucket and grabbed a brush. “So, the green goes in the reception area?”
“No,” Sam corrected, “ The ‘prairie sage’ goes in the reception area.” He smiled to let Whit know he was kidding.
“Whatever.” Whit muttered and began cutting in around the moldings, painting broad swaths around the biggest window, the one that faced the street.
Sam watched his arms move, muscles shifted under his tight a-shirt and Sam turned away after a short while and felt proud of himself when he did. Ha. I can do it—I can resist him all day long, if I have to. Yeah—‘cause I’m strong, damn it.
********
Whit could feel Sam move away, and he swallowed. He’d been too aware of Sam standing behind him watching and it made him nervous and a little turned on. Which in turn made him angry. He was so easy. Remember, he’s a jerk, a big ass jerk. A big ass jerk with really green eyes, so much nicer green then prairie sage. And he really did have nice lips, so soft and –damn it!
Whit slapped paint on the wall violently for a few minutes and Sam came up behind him again.
“Hey, hey! You’re splattering paint all over!”
“Well, that happens sometimes when you’re painting. That’s what the drop clothes are for.” Whit glowered at the wall, and hoped Sam couldn’t see him turning red.
"Yeah, okay…I’m just going to go over here--” He pointed to the opposite side of the room and grabbed a roller. “I’ll paint the wall while you do that."
“You should tape out the ceiling so you don’t get paint on it, plus it'll give you a nice crisp line.”
“All right. Where’s the tape?” He looked at Whit and Whit frowned.
“Where’s the bag? All that stuff was in the bag.” He watched Sam wander around, half-heartedly looking for the bag.
Lex came in and asked if they’d like something to drink and Sam shook his head. “I’m looking for the bag with the tape in it.”
“Oh, that’s in the studio.” Lex said. Clark’s using the tape.”
Sam sighed. “Well, the Anti-Sawyer here needs it too.
Lex quirked an eyebrow. “…The Anti-Sawyer?”
“Yeah, you know the opposite of Tom Sawyer-- he makes doing this look really sucky. Or he just kind of sucks the fun right out of it,” he muttered.
Whit whirled around. “Oh fucking excuse me for not being a shit load of *fun*.” He threw the brush down on the floor and stamped off. Lex and Sam stared down at their now paint covered feet, and the spray of prairie sage paint that fanned out across the gleaming floor tiles.
“Mother fuck!” Sam yelled. "I’ve had a-fucking-nuff of his attitude.'Xcuse me, I'm gonna go make everybody happy and kill him now." he stomped off after Whitney.
Clark came up behind Lex and put an arm around his shoulders. "Does that mean we're all finished painting?"
Lex’s brow wrinkled and he said, “Let’s check on them, I really don’t want to have to clean up blood today too.”
Clark looked a little worried. “All those guys do is fight, fight, fight. I don’t know…I don’t think your plan is working too well, Mr. Yental.”
Lex shook his head. “I think it is, and that’s Mr. Yenta.”
“What?”
“Come with me, Clark and just look pretty, okay?”
You’re very insulting, did you know that?” Clark said.
“You know, it worries me when you sound like Pete.” Lex pushed Clark along down the short hallway that separated the studio area from the reception area towards the room Sam staked out as his office.
Just as they got near the office, they heard shouting and cursing and a wall shaking thump. Lex looked wide-eyed at ClarkOh shit....
TBC!