Dis Pater part 21
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This section is rated 4 for sexual situations and language.
Dis Pater
VIII
A week. A week with Lucas in the house. What a wonderful idea it had seemed when Lex came to ask Mom and Dad if they’d mind keeping an eye on Lucas for him while he was in Gotham on a business trip.
“Nonsense.” Mom insisted that Lucas stay with them. “Tell your brother to plan to spend the time with us, it’ll be more than fine. He and Clark can go to school together.”
Lex had looked at Clark, and it was such a strange look, Clark had been confused…was he angry, sad?
“Lucas is lucky to have a friend like you Clark,” he said.
Clark had blushed. He didn’t feel lucky at that moment He felt guilty, as if he were doing something wrong. Lex couldn’t know—hell, even if he did, why would he care?
Still, Clark couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d lost something….
******
Clark dropped the radio on the floor and plugged it in, and turned it up—loud. He twisted the shower faucet on full, and stared at the floor, deep in thought as he waited for the water to heat. He draped his towel across the toilet tank, and stepped into the shower, leaned his head against the still cool tiled wall and gave in to the tears that had been choking him.
He let everything out; it was loud, messy, snotty…and shit! So angry and devastated and hurt—he felt like he was crushing to death under the weight of so much hurt.
Lucas was tormenting him to the point of insanity. He pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes and drew in a long shaky breath…god…it wasn’t a relationship so much as a long drawn out torture session. Why was Lucas hurting him—more importantly, why was he doing it and telling Clark that it was for the good of the both of them?
“Let’s not rush things,” he said, “Let’s be smart about this.” And then proceeded to make him…beg like a desperate bitch for it. Lucas had him on his knees, begging for a touch, a taste, a fucking look. Shit…he was getting obsessed with Lucas.
Clark groaned and tried not to think of how he needed to know where the guy was all the time—he followed him everywhere, to class, to his games, to his practices, he was jealous of every guy on the team and why did Whitney, fucking busybody, have to talk Lucas into joining the team anyway…Clark’s face flamed red when he remembered how Whitney had pulled him to the side one day, and asking him in a nice but point blank way just what the hell was up with him and this Luke thing. He’d blushed and stammered under Whitney’s sympathetic gaze and he’d wanted to die. Especially when Whit told him that even though Luke was a cool guy, he might not be so cool about Clark crushing on him, and try and chill a bit, hunh? Clark had blushed impossibly redder, and fumed silently.
Luke? Good old Luke, hunh? Yeah. It was all Clark’s problem, not—not…Mr. McStraightypants, oh no. What would Whitney think, if he knew his new best friend *Luke* liked to shove his hands down Clark’s pants, and tease him until he screamed?
He was leaning against the wall, tears still running down his face and his dick bobbing against his leg, half hard from the memories of that one time Lucas had actually let Clark touch him the way he wanted to…why? What had he done wrong?
The tiles creaked when he flexed his fingers against them and he shuddered and stood straight. He washed quickly, not lingering at all anymore, just wanting to be done and maybe head out to get away for a bit.
His dad banged on the door, and shouted over the running water and the pounding beat of the radio. “Hey! Come on son—turn down the radio and snap it up-other people need to shower too!”
“All right, I’m getting out!” He sniffed loudly and scrubbed his face with the towel. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. His eyes and nose were red and puffy and he thought it was pretty obvious that he’d spent his time in the shower crying his stupid eyes out. Screw it—there was nothing he could do about that. He yanked the cord from the wall and cursed as the radio fell silent. He’d snapped the cord—again. Crap. He dropped the towel and went to pull the rest of the cord out of the wall, feeling a little tingle run up his arm when his damp fingers closed on it.
The door flew open and Lucas stood there, dressed in a robe and carrying his towel and kit. He looked at naked, bent-over Clark from head to toe, a look so slow and full of heat that Clark could practically feel it… and all Lucas did was say calmly, “Oh. Hey Clark. Sorry,” as he walked in.
He smiled at Clark and took off his robe, hung it on the hook besides the shower door.
Clark could feel himself get hard, and Lucas’ eyes drifted down. Clark swallowed hard when the other boy’s eyes lingered on his dick, and he slid a hand over it to cover. Lucas snorted and stepped in the shower. Clark came to the door, put his hand out into the water, and ran a finger down Lucas’ spine. Lucas didn’t move, didn’t stop him, so Clark got bolder and cupped his ass, squeezed a little and watched redness bloom on Lucas’ pale skin, under the pressure of his fingers. Lucas pushed back a little and said, “Clark, close the door on your way out, won’t you?”
Clark snatched his hand back, his face burning in anger, he so angry that he was down the hall and in his room without thinking. “Damn it! He hoped like hell Lucas didn’t notice that he’d practically disappeared. He lay on his bed and cursed silently, steadily and had to stop from time to time to come up with something different—he ran out of his store of nasty words pretty quickly. An odd thought bounced into his head, I bet Lex knows some good words.
Lucas was the devil, he was determined that Clark suffer, that much was plain. Clark was determined that he wasn’t going to suffer. He was going to make Lucas know that he wanted him. That he loved him.
He rolled to his side and fished the remote from under his covers. He turned on the TV and idly flipped through channels, not seeing the screen, thinking hard.
A week. Lucas had been staying with them a week, and if he stayed here any longer Clark was going to explode into a million horny pieces, damn him. The day Lex came and asked if Mom and Dad would mind keeping an eye on Lucas for him had been exciting. At the time, he’d been so excited he’d almost felt a little guilty, maybe because he wasn’t as excited at seeing Lex as usual—hell, tell the truth—Lex didn’t even cross his mind anymore, not with Lucas there, in his dreams every night, in his daydreams all day --he knew what Lucas tasted like—what he looked like when he came—what he liked Clark to do to him…
Clark pulled the blanket over his lap, and slid his fingers over his stiffening dick. He thought of Lucas, hot and hard, holding a handful of his hair and pulling his mouth deeper onto his dick, fucking his mouth like it was…Clark groaned low in his chest and winced—he tried to still his hips, he didn’t want the creaking of the bed to give him away. He speeded up his hand, jerking off so late in the morning—it made him hotter, the risk that Lucas could walk in—the hope that Lucas would walk in—his dick twitched, jerked hard and he was coming, the fingers of one hand jammed in his mouth to muffle his yelps, the other hand flashing over his pulsing dick, sliding in the hot fluid dripping over his hand and dropping onto his belly…he sucked hard on his fingers as his hips snapped, once, again, he trembled and trembled from head to toe and then he finally let out a long whoosh of air and sank back on the pillows. He smiled for a moment as he floated in a haze of euphoria.
A creak outside his door froze him—did he really hear that or was it his imagination? He jerked up and yanked some tissues out of a box on the floor next to his bed and quickly cleaned himself off. He figured it was past time for breakfast, he’d better hurry now, if he didn't want Mom or Dad coming to check on him.
He wasted no time getting dressed and going downstairs, faster when he heard voices in the kitchen. Lex must be back, that meant Lucas was going back home. He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or relieved—he shook his head. That guy was going to kill him for sure; he was just going to die of terminal confusion.
TBC, like that's a big durprise!
This section is rated 4 for sexual situations and language.
Dis Pater
VIII
A week. A week with Lucas in the house. What a wonderful idea it had seemed when Lex came to ask Mom and Dad if they’d mind keeping an eye on Lucas for him while he was in Gotham on a business trip.
“Nonsense.” Mom insisted that Lucas stay with them. “Tell your brother to plan to spend the time with us, it’ll be more than fine. He and Clark can go to school together.”
Lex had looked at Clark, and it was such a strange look, Clark had been confused…was he angry, sad?
“Lucas is lucky to have a friend like you Clark,” he said.
Clark had blushed. He didn’t feel lucky at that moment He felt guilty, as if he were doing something wrong. Lex couldn’t know—hell, even if he did, why would he care?
Still, Clark couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d lost something….
******
Clark dropped the radio on the floor and plugged it in, and turned it up—loud. He twisted the shower faucet on full, and stared at the floor, deep in thought as he waited for the water to heat. He draped his towel across the toilet tank, and stepped into the shower, leaned his head against the still cool tiled wall and gave in to the tears that had been choking him.
He let everything out; it was loud, messy, snotty…and shit! So angry and devastated and hurt—he felt like he was crushing to death under the weight of so much hurt.
Lucas was tormenting him to the point of insanity. He pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes and drew in a long shaky breath…god…it wasn’t a relationship so much as a long drawn out torture session. Why was Lucas hurting him—more importantly, why was he doing it and telling Clark that it was for the good of the both of them?
“Let’s not rush things,” he said, “Let’s be smart about this.” And then proceeded to make him…beg like a desperate bitch for it. Lucas had him on his knees, begging for a touch, a taste, a fucking look. Shit…he was getting obsessed with Lucas.
Clark groaned and tried not to think of how he needed to know where the guy was all the time—he followed him everywhere, to class, to his games, to his practices, he was jealous of every guy on the team and why did Whitney, fucking busybody, have to talk Lucas into joining the team anyway…Clark’s face flamed red when he remembered how Whitney had pulled him to the side one day, and asking him in a nice but point blank way just what the hell was up with him and this Luke thing. He’d blushed and stammered under Whitney’s sympathetic gaze and he’d wanted to die. Especially when Whit told him that even though Luke was a cool guy, he might not be so cool about Clark crushing on him, and try and chill a bit, hunh? Clark had blushed impossibly redder, and fumed silently.
Luke? Good old Luke, hunh? Yeah. It was all Clark’s problem, not—not…Mr. McStraightypants, oh no. What would Whitney think, if he knew his new best friend *Luke* liked to shove his hands down Clark’s pants, and tease him until he screamed?
He was leaning against the wall, tears still running down his face and his dick bobbing against his leg, half hard from the memories of that one time Lucas had actually let Clark touch him the way he wanted to…why? What had he done wrong?
The tiles creaked when he flexed his fingers against them and he shuddered and stood straight. He washed quickly, not lingering at all anymore, just wanting to be done and maybe head out to get away for a bit.
His dad banged on the door, and shouted over the running water and the pounding beat of the radio. “Hey! Come on son—turn down the radio and snap it up-other people need to shower too!”
“All right, I’m getting out!” He sniffed loudly and scrubbed his face with the towel. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. His eyes and nose were red and puffy and he thought it was pretty obvious that he’d spent his time in the shower crying his stupid eyes out. Screw it—there was nothing he could do about that. He yanked the cord from the wall and cursed as the radio fell silent. He’d snapped the cord—again. Crap. He dropped the towel and went to pull the rest of the cord out of the wall, feeling a little tingle run up his arm when his damp fingers closed on it.
The door flew open and Lucas stood there, dressed in a robe and carrying his towel and kit. He looked at naked, bent-over Clark from head to toe, a look so slow and full of heat that Clark could practically feel it… and all Lucas did was say calmly, “Oh. Hey Clark. Sorry,” as he walked in.
He smiled at Clark and took off his robe, hung it on the hook besides the shower door.
Clark could feel himself get hard, and Lucas’ eyes drifted down. Clark swallowed hard when the other boy’s eyes lingered on his dick, and he slid a hand over it to cover. Lucas snorted and stepped in the shower. Clark came to the door, put his hand out into the water, and ran a finger down Lucas’ spine. Lucas didn’t move, didn’t stop him, so Clark got bolder and cupped his ass, squeezed a little and watched redness bloom on Lucas’ pale skin, under the pressure of his fingers. Lucas pushed back a little and said, “Clark, close the door on your way out, won’t you?”
Clark snatched his hand back, his face burning in anger, he so angry that he was down the hall and in his room without thinking. “Damn it! He hoped like hell Lucas didn’t notice that he’d practically disappeared. He lay on his bed and cursed silently, steadily and had to stop from time to time to come up with something different—he ran out of his store of nasty words pretty quickly. An odd thought bounced into his head, I bet Lex knows some good words.
Lucas was the devil, he was determined that Clark suffer, that much was plain. Clark was determined that he wasn’t going to suffer. He was going to make Lucas know that he wanted him. That he loved him.
He rolled to his side and fished the remote from under his covers. He turned on the TV and idly flipped through channels, not seeing the screen, thinking hard.
A week. Lucas had been staying with them a week, and if he stayed here any longer Clark was going to explode into a million horny pieces, damn him. The day Lex came and asked if Mom and Dad would mind keeping an eye on Lucas for him had been exciting. At the time, he’d been so excited he’d almost felt a little guilty, maybe because he wasn’t as excited at seeing Lex as usual—hell, tell the truth—Lex didn’t even cross his mind anymore, not with Lucas there, in his dreams every night, in his daydreams all day --he knew what Lucas tasted like—what he looked like when he came—what he liked Clark to do to him…
Clark pulled the blanket over his lap, and slid his fingers over his stiffening dick. He thought of Lucas, hot and hard, holding a handful of his hair and pulling his mouth deeper onto his dick, fucking his mouth like it was…Clark groaned low in his chest and winced—he tried to still his hips, he didn’t want the creaking of the bed to give him away. He speeded up his hand, jerking off so late in the morning—it made him hotter, the risk that Lucas could walk in—the hope that Lucas would walk in—his dick twitched, jerked hard and he was coming, the fingers of one hand jammed in his mouth to muffle his yelps, the other hand flashing over his pulsing dick, sliding in the hot fluid dripping over his hand and dropping onto his belly…he sucked hard on his fingers as his hips snapped, once, again, he trembled and trembled from head to toe and then he finally let out a long whoosh of air and sank back on the pillows. He smiled for a moment as he floated in a haze of euphoria.
A creak outside his door froze him—did he really hear that or was it his imagination? He jerked up and yanked some tissues out of a box on the floor next to his bed and quickly cleaned himself off. He figured it was past time for breakfast, he’d better hurry now, if he didn't want Mom or Dad coming to check on him.
He wasted no time getting dressed and going downstairs, faster when he heard voices in the kitchen. Lex must be back, that meant Lucas was going back home. He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or relieved—he shook his head. That guy was going to kill him for sure; he was just going to die of terminal confusion.
TBC, like that's a big durprise!
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6/8/05 09:01 am (UTC)*gives him a pity fuck*
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6/8/05 01:38 pm (UTC)It must just be a guy thing, to be so dumb.
And he felt like he 'lost something' with Lex?
*sniffle*
Evol thing!
Yes, that's right. I said you were EVOL.
:)
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6/8/05 09:21 pm (UTC)*ginning madly*
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6/9/05 03:39 am (UTC)oh, and how about Widl Rock..could it kill me any deader?
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6/9/05 04:29 am (UTC)Wild Rock is gah, the part where yuuen and emba have sex... I am abusing windows viewer and by now I think I have those pages memorised. I am really enjoying their fathers as well (I am asuming those two are their fathers). *G* Yaoi daily is a good thing.