Part three of SV
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roxyThis part is a pg-13,a litle language and hinting at stuff.And no more of that pesky het!
February 2002
Whitney watched Clark as he walked past. Everyday it was the same thing. Clark would give him this look; the same look a puppy would give you a few seconds after being kicked in the rump. He tried apologizing in every way he knew how, but Clark wasn’t having it. He couldn’t understand, Clark was fine with Lana, they were even friends again, but he seemed to blame it all on Whitney. He wasn’t even sure if it wasn’t all his fault, maybe he deserved it, but there was this part of Whitney that had to be everyone’s friend and he just couldn’t let it go.
“Kent, wait hold up!”
‘God! Why doesn’t he ever stop!’ Clark thought angrily to himself. He could feel Whitney looming up behind him and suddenly he decided to make it stop himself. He turned on him and snarled, “You want to talk? Fine! In here!” He pushed into the boy’s room and Whitney followed after.
“Look, Kent. I’m so sorry…”
“Whitney, shut the fuck up!” Both the boys looked a little shocked, but Clark pushed on. “This doesn’t have anything to do with how I feel, it’s all about you! You want me to forgive you so you can tuck your stupid little halo back on your stupid head and act like you’re so good again, Mr. Golden Boy Wade! You know what? You can go to hell!”
Whitney was a little confused as to where the conversation was going, so he thought apologizing again might help, but as he began to speak, Clark shoved him against a wall and pushed his hand against his mouth.” I said Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
‘Wow,’ Whitney thought,’ Ok, major mistake. I think he’s going to kill me…Clark said fuck! Twice!’ Clark’s hand pushed in against his lips and slid up slightly, making it harder for Whitney to breathe. He pushed at Clark’s wrist but it was like pushing at steel. His lip were mashed open against his teeth and he thought that maybe he could bite Clark and make him let go, but all he managed was a pathetic tonguing against his palm. ‘At the least, maybe he’ll be grossed out and let go,’ Whitney thought. He pressed his tongue harder against Clark’s palm and managed a little lick. He rolled his tongue in circles and tried to work up some serious spit, because he was really getting pissed off now, and looked up to glare at Clark… who was looking at him in a very strange way. Suddenly he was hyper aware of what he was doing, of the chill of the tile against his back and the warmth radiating form Clark in front of him and it was so quiet, all he could hear was the sound of his breathing and Clark’s... He watched Clark’s face as he licked again, this time slow and deliberate. Clark made a tiny sound and his eyes closed for a second, before flying open, looking dazed. Something in Whitney wanted to see that movement again, wanted to hear that sound again, he wanted to feel the hot shock that sound sent through him again. Clark’s hand lifted a little from Whitney’s mouth and he took advantage of the space to lick a broad stripe up Clark’s palm and then circle again, licking at the salty taste, and he had to suck at the base of his thumb. Clark let out a loud gasp and leaned against Whitney. His hand slipped away from his mouth, and both of Clark’s hands came to rest against the wall above Whitney’ head. Whitney’s hands came up to Clark’s shoulders, hovering close not touching. He could feel the heat of Clark’s body, and felt himself flush. Whitney couldn’t help but push into Clark, and when Clark pushed back, he couldn’t stop the sound it pulled out of him. For a moment he was horrified until he realized that Clark had made almost the same sound…and suddenly Clark was gone, flattened against the other wall.
“God! I’m…I’m… so, so… sorry,” He stuttered and turned so red he almost glowed. “ I’m sorry!’ Clark ran out before Whitney could say a word ’Thank God!’ He slumped a little against the wall, and thought about what happened, or didn’t happen. And why did Clark apologize as if it were his fault? Whitney took the incident apart in his mind, and knew that truthfully he was to blame for it. Whitney figured he’d blown it totally and completely with Clark. He’d just leave him alone now, and hope that things didn’t get worse. And of course, never think of this again. Ever. Especially right now. Because he’s thinking of Lana right now. Thinking really, really hard about her.
and so to bed!
February 2002
Whitney watched Clark as he walked past. Everyday it was the same thing. Clark would give him this look; the same look a puppy would give you a few seconds after being kicked in the rump. He tried apologizing in every way he knew how, but Clark wasn’t having it. He couldn’t understand, Clark was fine with Lana, they were even friends again, but he seemed to blame it all on Whitney. He wasn’t even sure if it wasn’t all his fault, maybe he deserved it, but there was this part of Whitney that had to be everyone’s friend and he just couldn’t let it go.
“Kent, wait hold up!”
‘God! Why doesn’t he ever stop!’ Clark thought angrily to himself. He could feel Whitney looming up behind him and suddenly he decided to make it stop himself. He turned on him and snarled, “You want to talk? Fine! In here!” He pushed into the boy’s room and Whitney followed after.
“Look, Kent. I’m so sorry…”
“Whitney, shut the fuck up!” Both the boys looked a little shocked, but Clark pushed on. “This doesn’t have anything to do with how I feel, it’s all about you! You want me to forgive you so you can tuck your stupid little halo back on your stupid head and act like you’re so good again, Mr. Golden Boy Wade! You know what? You can go to hell!”
Whitney was a little confused as to where the conversation was going, so he thought apologizing again might help, but as he began to speak, Clark shoved him against a wall and pushed his hand against his mouth.” I said Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
‘Wow,’ Whitney thought,’ Ok, major mistake. I think he’s going to kill me…Clark said fuck! Twice!’ Clark’s hand pushed in against his lips and slid up slightly, making it harder for Whitney to breathe. He pushed at Clark’s wrist but it was like pushing at steel. His lip were mashed open against his teeth and he thought that maybe he could bite Clark and make him let go, but all he managed was a pathetic tonguing against his palm. ‘At the least, maybe he’ll be grossed out and let go,’ Whitney thought. He pressed his tongue harder against Clark’s palm and managed a little lick. He rolled his tongue in circles and tried to work up some serious spit, because he was really getting pissed off now, and looked up to glare at Clark… who was looking at him in a very strange way. Suddenly he was hyper aware of what he was doing, of the chill of the tile against his back and the warmth radiating form Clark in front of him and it was so quiet, all he could hear was the sound of his breathing and Clark’s... He watched Clark’s face as he licked again, this time slow and deliberate. Clark made a tiny sound and his eyes closed for a second, before flying open, looking dazed. Something in Whitney wanted to see that movement again, wanted to hear that sound again, he wanted to feel the hot shock that sound sent through him again. Clark’s hand lifted a little from Whitney’s mouth and he took advantage of the space to lick a broad stripe up Clark’s palm and then circle again, licking at the salty taste, and he had to suck at the base of his thumb. Clark let out a loud gasp and leaned against Whitney. His hand slipped away from his mouth, and both of Clark’s hands came to rest against the wall above Whitney’ head. Whitney’s hands came up to Clark’s shoulders, hovering close not touching. He could feel the heat of Clark’s body, and felt himself flush. Whitney couldn’t help but push into Clark, and when Clark pushed back, he couldn’t stop the sound it pulled out of him. For a moment he was horrified until he realized that Clark had made almost the same sound…and suddenly Clark was gone, flattened against the other wall.
“God! I’m…I’m… so, so… sorry,” He stuttered and turned so red he almost glowed. “ I’m sorry!’ Clark ran out before Whitney could say a word ’Thank God!’ He slumped a little against the wall, and thought about what happened, or didn’t happen. And why did Clark apologize as if it were his fault? Whitney took the incident apart in his mind, and knew that truthfully he was to blame for it. Whitney figured he’d blown it totally and completely with Clark. He’d just leave him alone now, and hope that things didn’t get worse. And of course, never think of this again. Ever. Especially right now. Because he’s thinking of Lana right now. Thinking really, really hard about her.
and so to bed!
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5/14/04 04:15 am (UTC):)
Luurve the whole 'up against the wall' thing - hot!
Posted for me... *flutter of eyelashes*
Ain't you SWEET.
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5/14/04 11:46 am (UTC)For you my dear, anything!
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5/14/04 02:50 pm (UTC)I'm gonna REMEMBER that you said that.
Don't think i won't.
:)