Dis Pater 24. no, really this time...
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roxyWhile everyone is waiting for Rose_etta to let us know how MR smells looks in person, I figured let me drop this. I need to start clearing house here.
The Previous Parts are here, in your bedroom,trying on your thongs. Ick. Thongs.
He walked around the farm, surprised at how quiet it was. He’d always assumed that farms supported a lot of animals—cats, dogs--but he heard nothing of the sort, just the occasional sleepy sounding lowing of the cows he knew were here. There were no lights on in the house windows, but he could make out a dim glow coming from the barn doors. He looked up and saw a pair of loft doors, and the light was brighter there. Someone was in the barn’s loft--at this time of night, it was most likely Clark.
He made his way over to the barn and entered quietly. He could hear a murmur of sound…two different voices…ah. Lucas had come a-visiting too. He’d not noticed him leaving. Not bad.
He dismissed the boys from his mind for the moment and scouted the rest of the barn. Fascinating equipment hung from their places, each having a neatly assigned spot, and all well-maintained…Bruce approved. He slipped out to the rear of the barn, scanned the area with the binoculars.
Nothing.
Quiet on all fronts. He looked around for something to snag his rope on and proceeded to attach it to the barn’s cupola with the aid of a collapsible grapple. He swung the rope a few times and sent the grapple flying, it made solid contact with the cupola and Bruce played out a little more rope, he began shimmying up the cord, making notes to himself as he went—surface is a little slippery, handles the weight well, light enough to fly straight. Good.
He was on the roof and sauntering across it as casually as if he were walking down Smallville main street.
By the time he’d pulled up even with the area he’d heard voices from, he could see Lucas pulling away in one of the Luthor’s cars, and Clark watching him from the driveway. He walked around the barn and Bruce trained the binoculars on him, watched him make his way to the field.
Clark looked angry from what he could see, and his gait was swift and agitated. Bruce wondered idly what he planned to do out there in the dark—throw stones, kick cows? It was obvious that the boy was furious. He walked faster, and Bruce zoomed in on him. As he watched, Clark picked up a post lying on a pile of others next to the fence—he was going to repair the fence in the middle of the night. Bruce smiled. Okay…
The boy stood the post upright and drove it deep into ground with his fist. Hunh! Bruce jerked back in shock. What the fuck! Bruce watched as the boy did it again.
Jesus. That’s...that’s impossible. There was no way a human could do that. And Bruce dropped the binoculars. Shit.
No way a human could do that.
*********
Bruce spent his remaining time in Smallville following Clark, watching him, watching his family. At first, he thought that they were nonchalant about his powers—Clark did things around the farm that should have called attention to himself—Any one who spent any time watching the Kent homestead would see—everything. Bruce sat back in the shadows under the trees that lined the opposite side of the road running past the farm. Even without high-powered surveillance equipment he could plainly see Clark doing all sorts of-- unexplainable things. They really needed a wrangler.
Clark fascinated Bruce. He’d met people with…exceptional abilities, but they were human. Lex had an astonishing ability to heal quickly from accidents that would have killed any normal person--that near drowning several years ago—he never got sick, neither did Lucas…not that Lex was aware that Bruce knew…but he was definitely human.
Clark—was definitely not. He’d seen the strange ship in the Kent’s storm cellar. Fuck. Bruce closed his eyes briefly.
The basement. Why didn’t they just put up a sign saying ‘a buck to see the alien’?
He got to his feet and walked back to his car. These people needed help, at the very least, a few tips on maintaining secrets. He’d better talk to Clark.
*******
Clark was waiting for Lucas to meet him in the Talon--he was trying hard to be patient, and he was nervous. Since they’d had the argument a few days ago, Lucas had refused to talk to him until this afternoon at school, when he’d finally agreed to meet him.
God—why hadn’t he just been patient? Why did he have try to force the issue that night? Clark dropped his head and stared into the cream floating on top of his cocoa. He’d almost…almost not listened when Lucas said no…but geez, he teased him and teased him until he made him nuts. Clark sipped at the foamy mess and knew he was wrong. Here he was trying to put all the blame on Lucas, and that wasn’t fair, *or* right. He’d been the one to initiate the whole thing and Lucas had asked him a few times to stop, to slow down. But he was so damn sexy. Clark groaned quietly, he was a little hard just thinking about Lucas.
His eyes were closed and he didn’t know someone was standing at his table until he heard a quiet cough and Clark looked up. Oh crap! It was that really good-looking—Bruce. Wayne. His face felt like it was on fire.
Bruce asked if he could sit and Clark kicked out the chair opposite him with one foot and nodded. That was smooth, he groaned to himself.
Bruce sat and said, “Clark. I’d like to talk to you.” Clark nodded, puzzled but he waited for Bruce to continue.
Bruce took a deep breath and said, “The thing in your storm cellar—it’s a spaceship, right?”
Clark grabbed for his dangerously wobbling cup, and gaped at Bruce like a landed fish, before laughing and grabbing a handful of napkins to mop up sticky foam. Great. Even he could hear how weird and strained the laugh was. Crap, crap, crap…. “Ha. What? What are you talking about, Bruce? That’s pretty funny…”
Bruce interrupted Clark and continued. “I can see it’s not of human manufacture; did you come here in it? You must have been a small child—yes, of course you were—you act so human. Look so human. It’s really quite amazing.”
Clark paled and tried to speak, his throat felt as if it were being squeezed flat. He creaked questioningly.
Bruce smiled. “No one hears us, they’re not interested. No one in this town is ever interested. Come on, take a ride with me.”
Normally Clark would have been thrilled. Riding with Bruce Wayne in a custom made car…it would have been--*should* have been-- a fantasy come true, but now—he was terrified and had no idea what to do except follow Bruce.
Once in the car Bruce said, "I’m taking you home. I need to talk to you—and your parents. And I have something to tell you about myself that may help you understand where I’m coming from Clark.”
******
When they arrived home, Clark sat still in the car, reluctant to move. He looked over at Bruce and really didn’t want to move. He wanted to talk to Mom and Dad.
Mom and Dad were going to gut him and hang him out to dry. And then, they were going to punish him.
He’d done everything they’d taught him not to do—talked about his abilities, shown off his abilities--Clark smiled a little, it had been cool to show Bruce the heat vision, he’d been so excited…in a Bruce kind of way—and the speed. The speed demo. Yeah. Carrying Bruce was a nice little bonus there, Clark thought, his fingers twitching at the remembered feel of Bruce muscles shifting under his grip--Wow. Maybe he had super touch too...or maybe he was just incredibly horny….
He sighed. The leather seats cupped him like a big warm hand and he had to force himself to try and leave the warmth and comfort of the car. Bruce smiled
“Ready, Clark?”
Clark sighed. “You know, there’s so much I have to tell my parents. I’m a little worried. Okay, a lot worried. I mean, you’re not supposed to know…”
Bruce nodded. “ Yes, they won’t be happy, but I can be…pretty persuasive when I need to be.”
He smiled, and his eyes locked on Clark’s and Clark folded his hands in his lap and tried to name all Snow White’s dwarves, imagined Dad’s reaction to the upcoming revelation--that worked. Clark licked his lips nervously and smiled.
Bruce leaned across him and unlocked the door, and Clark smelt the cologne that had been teasing him all day. He closed his eyes and inhaled…God, I’m a slut—Lucas…Bruce drew his arm back, brushing across Clark’s chest all the way, stiffening his nipples. Clark felt more heat under his folded hands and felt his dick shift against the seam of his jeans. Fuck!
Bruce whispered huskily into Clark’s ear. "Clark…”
Clark nodded, “Yes—yes--I’m here--”
“Listen to me—sometimes what you think is love is just, this…”and he drew a finger across his cheek, and his bottom lip, making it jerk in reaction to the soft touch.
Clark snapped back away from him, angry, grabbed Bruce’s hand and squeezed it a little. Bruce winced, “Clark.”
Clark dropped his hand. “Look—don’t do that. I trust you. It’s not easy for me to do that, you understand? But I do. I want to keep trusting you.” Bruce frowned and his eyes went from sparkling blue sapphires to flat fathomless chips of ice. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to do, but I’m with someone and we care about each other—and it’s real. No matter what you think”
Bruce started to speak, sighed. “Come on Clark. Let’s talk to your parents.” He opened his door and waited for Clark to step out too, and come around to his side of the car. “Clark.”
Clark stopped and looked at Bruce, whose eyes were sapphire blue again and warm with sympathy. “When are you going to tell your parents about Lucas?”
Clark shook his head. “I—I don’t know.”
Bruce nodded. “You’ve known you were gay since you were very young. You never said anything to your parents?”
Clark glared at Bruce. What did this guy do, climb inside his head and read all his thoughts? Damn it. “Bruce. Let me deal with one thing at a time, okay?”
“Sure,” he grinned suddenly. “*Later* you can tell your parents that you’re gay and so are your friends Lucas and Lex.” He swung off towards the house, leaving Clark standing on the drive with his mouth hanging open.
******
TBC
The Previous Parts are here, in your bedroom,trying on your thongs. Ick. Thongs.
He walked around the farm, surprised at how quiet it was. He’d always assumed that farms supported a lot of animals—cats, dogs--but he heard nothing of the sort, just the occasional sleepy sounding lowing of the cows he knew were here. There were no lights on in the house windows, but he could make out a dim glow coming from the barn doors. He looked up and saw a pair of loft doors, and the light was brighter there. Someone was in the barn’s loft--at this time of night, it was most likely Clark.
He made his way over to the barn and entered quietly. He could hear a murmur of sound…two different voices…ah. Lucas had come a-visiting too. He’d not noticed him leaving. Not bad.
He dismissed the boys from his mind for the moment and scouted the rest of the barn. Fascinating equipment hung from their places, each having a neatly assigned spot, and all well-maintained…Bruce approved. He slipped out to the rear of the barn, scanned the area with the binoculars.
Nothing.
Quiet on all fronts. He looked around for something to snag his rope on and proceeded to attach it to the barn’s cupola with the aid of a collapsible grapple. He swung the rope a few times and sent the grapple flying, it made solid contact with the cupola and Bruce played out a little more rope, he began shimmying up the cord, making notes to himself as he went—surface is a little slippery, handles the weight well, light enough to fly straight. Good.
He was on the roof and sauntering across it as casually as if he were walking down Smallville main street.
By the time he’d pulled up even with the area he’d heard voices from, he could see Lucas pulling away in one of the Luthor’s cars, and Clark watching him from the driveway. He walked around the barn and Bruce trained the binoculars on him, watched him make his way to the field.
Clark looked angry from what he could see, and his gait was swift and agitated. Bruce wondered idly what he planned to do out there in the dark—throw stones, kick cows? It was obvious that the boy was furious. He walked faster, and Bruce zoomed in on him. As he watched, Clark picked up a post lying on a pile of others next to the fence—he was going to repair the fence in the middle of the night. Bruce smiled. Okay…
The boy stood the post upright and drove it deep into ground with his fist. Hunh! Bruce jerked back in shock. What the fuck! Bruce watched as the boy did it again.
Jesus. That’s...that’s impossible. There was no way a human could do that. And Bruce dropped the binoculars. Shit.
No way a human could do that.
*********
Bruce spent his remaining time in Smallville following Clark, watching him, watching his family. At first, he thought that they were nonchalant about his powers—Clark did things around the farm that should have called attention to himself—Any one who spent any time watching the Kent homestead would see—everything. Bruce sat back in the shadows under the trees that lined the opposite side of the road running past the farm. Even without high-powered surveillance equipment he could plainly see Clark doing all sorts of-- unexplainable things. They really needed a wrangler.
Clark fascinated Bruce. He’d met people with…exceptional abilities, but they were human. Lex had an astonishing ability to heal quickly from accidents that would have killed any normal person--that near drowning several years ago—he never got sick, neither did Lucas…not that Lex was aware that Bruce knew…but he was definitely human.
Clark—was definitely not. He’d seen the strange ship in the Kent’s storm cellar. Fuck. Bruce closed his eyes briefly.
The basement. Why didn’t they just put up a sign saying ‘a buck to see the alien’?
He got to his feet and walked back to his car. These people needed help, at the very least, a few tips on maintaining secrets. He’d better talk to Clark.
*******
Clark was waiting for Lucas to meet him in the Talon--he was trying hard to be patient, and he was nervous. Since they’d had the argument a few days ago, Lucas had refused to talk to him until this afternoon at school, when he’d finally agreed to meet him.
God—why hadn’t he just been patient? Why did he have try to force the issue that night? Clark dropped his head and stared into the cream floating on top of his cocoa. He’d almost…almost not listened when Lucas said no…but geez, he teased him and teased him until he made him nuts. Clark sipped at the foamy mess and knew he was wrong. Here he was trying to put all the blame on Lucas, and that wasn’t fair, *or* right. He’d been the one to initiate the whole thing and Lucas had asked him a few times to stop, to slow down. But he was so damn sexy. Clark groaned quietly, he was a little hard just thinking about Lucas.
His eyes were closed and he didn’t know someone was standing at his table until he heard a quiet cough and Clark looked up. Oh crap! It was that really good-looking—Bruce. Wayne. His face felt like it was on fire.
Bruce asked if he could sit and Clark kicked out the chair opposite him with one foot and nodded. That was smooth, he groaned to himself.
Bruce sat and said, “Clark. I’d like to talk to you.” Clark nodded, puzzled but he waited for Bruce to continue.
Bruce took a deep breath and said, “The thing in your storm cellar—it’s a spaceship, right?”
Clark grabbed for his dangerously wobbling cup, and gaped at Bruce like a landed fish, before laughing and grabbing a handful of napkins to mop up sticky foam. Great. Even he could hear how weird and strained the laugh was. Crap, crap, crap…. “Ha. What? What are you talking about, Bruce? That’s pretty funny…”
Bruce interrupted Clark and continued. “I can see it’s not of human manufacture; did you come here in it? You must have been a small child—yes, of course you were—you act so human. Look so human. It’s really quite amazing.”
Clark paled and tried to speak, his throat felt as if it were being squeezed flat. He creaked questioningly.
Bruce smiled. “No one hears us, they’re not interested. No one in this town is ever interested. Come on, take a ride with me.”
Normally Clark would have been thrilled. Riding with Bruce Wayne in a custom made car…it would have been--*should* have been-- a fantasy come true, but now—he was terrified and had no idea what to do except follow Bruce.
Once in the car Bruce said, "I’m taking you home. I need to talk to you—and your parents. And I have something to tell you about myself that may help you understand where I’m coming from Clark.”
******
When they arrived home, Clark sat still in the car, reluctant to move. He looked over at Bruce and really didn’t want to move. He wanted to talk to Mom and Dad.
Mom and Dad were going to gut him and hang him out to dry. And then, they were going to punish him.
He’d done everything they’d taught him not to do—talked about his abilities, shown off his abilities--Clark smiled a little, it had been cool to show Bruce the heat vision, he’d been so excited…in a Bruce kind of way—and the speed. The speed demo. Yeah. Carrying Bruce was a nice little bonus there, Clark thought, his fingers twitching at the remembered feel of Bruce muscles shifting under his grip--Wow. Maybe he had super touch too...or maybe he was just incredibly horny….
He sighed. The leather seats cupped him like a big warm hand and he had to force himself to try and leave the warmth and comfort of the car. Bruce smiled
“Ready, Clark?”
Clark sighed. “You know, there’s so much I have to tell my parents. I’m a little worried. Okay, a lot worried. I mean, you’re not supposed to know…”
Bruce nodded. “ Yes, they won’t be happy, but I can be…pretty persuasive when I need to be.”
He smiled, and his eyes locked on Clark’s and Clark folded his hands in his lap and tried to name all Snow White’s dwarves, imagined Dad’s reaction to the upcoming revelation--that worked. Clark licked his lips nervously and smiled.
Bruce leaned across him and unlocked the door, and Clark smelt the cologne that had been teasing him all day. He closed his eyes and inhaled…God, I’m a slut—Lucas…Bruce drew his arm back, brushing across Clark’s chest all the way, stiffening his nipples. Clark felt more heat under his folded hands and felt his dick shift against the seam of his jeans. Fuck!
Bruce whispered huskily into Clark’s ear. "Clark…”
Clark nodded, “Yes—yes--I’m here--”
“Listen to me—sometimes what you think is love is just, this…”and he drew a finger across his cheek, and his bottom lip, making it jerk in reaction to the soft touch.
Clark snapped back away from him, angry, grabbed Bruce’s hand and squeezed it a little. Bruce winced, “Clark.”
Clark dropped his hand. “Look—don’t do that. I trust you. It’s not easy for me to do that, you understand? But I do. I want to keep trusting you.” Bruce frowned and his eyes went from sparkling blue sapphires to flat fathomless chips of ice. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to do, but I’m with someone and we care about each other—and it’s real. No matter what you think”
Bruce started to speak, sighed. “Come on Clark. Let’s talk to your parents.” He opened his door and waited for Clark to step out too, and come around to his side of the car. “Clark.”
Clark stopped and looked at Bruce, whose eyes were sapphire blue again and warm with sympathy. “When are you going to tell your parents about Lucas?”
Clark shook his head. “I—I don’t know.”
Bruce nodded. “You’ve known you were gay since you were very young. You never said anything to your parents?”
Clark glared at Bruce. What did this guy do, climb inside his head and read all his thoughts? Damn it. “Bruce. Let me deal with one thing at a time, okay?”
“Sure,” he grinned suddenly. “*Later* you can tell your parents that you’re gay and so are your friends Lucas and Lex.” He swung off towards the house, leaving Clark standing on the drive with his mouth hanging open.
******
TBC
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6/12/05 04:54 am (UTC)Clark you dumb idiot!!! You were *this* close to a very very hot sex!!!!
*rolls eyes* Well, you may not be able read btw teh lines but at least now you know Lex is gay.
I am looking to this discussion very, very much! *G*
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6/12/05 12:54 pm (UTC)I'm a bit slow on the uptake. Anyways, I really dont like Lucas. Clark should realize he is being played.
I like this btw... cannot wait to see where you are going with this. *kiss*
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6/13/05 01:26 am (UTC)Poor Lucas! Why don't you like him? *grin*
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6/12/05 04:43 pm (UTC)My GODS you are an evol, evol tease!
And marketing!
*snerk*
Go Bruce!
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6/13/05 01:26 am (UTC)*bows* I am, I am!
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6/13/05 11:26 am (UTC)Great part!
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6/13/05 02:57 pm (UTC)