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Dis Pater part 26
In the spirit of Wrap It Up, more Dis Pater. Two more even, this part and the next---flying at you!
rated 5 for sexual situations and language and insanity. Whose, I won't say.
Previous Parts are snoring in the garden here.
Lucas lay on his bed in the dark and tried to pretend he didn’t exist. He tried to pretend Lex was sitting in the room with him, in the chair at the foot of his bed. He tried to pretend that everything was fine but his mind kept coming back to what he was fighting to forget.
He’d gone into Lex’s room to get a shirt he’d had his eye on, he went in Lex’s room all the time, Lex never locked the door to him and besides it wouldn’t matter if he did, he had a key.
He’d just snagged the shirt when he heard noise coming from the bathroom. It was surprising because Lex was supposed be out somewhere with that asshole Wayne—a farewell dinner, thank god, the guy couldn’t get the fuck out of Smallville fast enough for him. He was about to leave when he heard a thump and laughter form the bathroom.
Then he did something that he kind of wished now he hadn’t. He’d gone over to the bathroom door and put his ear against it.
What he’d heard had made the hair on the back of his neck rise, he couldn’t stop the growl that forced it’s way up from his chest--that bastard had been fucking his Lex—right in *his* house! He’d wanted to kill Bruce on the spot—kill Lex...he’d been so furious, so twisted with anger that he’d ripped the shirt he’d borrowed in two, without registering it. He’d pushed his face hard against the door, breath ripping in and out—he could smell them, he was sure of it. Fuck. He’d rolled to his back, his muscles felt like wet strings; his knees had gone weak and the door was the only thing holding him up. His fingernails broke against the polished surface of the door, he’d still managed to drag gouges through the enamel…He’d had to listen to the sounds, the moans, and the slap of flesh against wet flesh. Bruce groaning, “God, I love fucking your mouth--ah!”
He’d been besides himself, crazy enough to kill and he’d still gotten hard— pulled his zipper down and slid his hand across his belly, imagined, touched his dick softly, fleeting finger touches like Lex would touch him, scared, nervous…Bruce’s voice was muffled, but he heard him groan, “wait, sit on me” and Lucas ended up with a handful of precome slicked dick, he’d jerked himself off while he listened to Lex grunting on the other side of the door.
He could still imagine him riding Bruce, arms around his shoulders and head tilted skyward, his ass dropping and rising as he fucked himself on Bruce and in his mind it had been his dick Lex rode, his lip caught in Lex’s white sharp teeth, drawing blood and him driving his dick deeper into Lex and making him wail.
God—it was going to happen and when it did, he’d grab his hips and fuck him until…
he’d humped his hand like he was a kid, filled his hand with come, his pants catching what ran over his fingers, milked every last drop and felt Lex trembling around him in his mind…he’d laid against the door, shaking and breathing hard, until he heard the shower cut off and he ran from the room.
He remembered and a hot red tidal wave of fury swept over him, burning in his chest, making his hands tremble…he’d make that fucking Bruce pay with his lungs for that—he’d take his fucking kidneys, he’d pull his motherfucking heart from his chest and eat it, his eyes…fucker.
There was a knock at the door, and Lucas yelled, “Go away!”
The knock came again, and Clark’s voice rang out. “I can’t, I have to stay, open up!”
Lucas frowned. Shit. He didn’t have time for that puppy right now…or maybe he did, he started to grin. Why the fuck not? He was bored, so bored and it was about time he had some fun. He had the feeling Clark was more than ready to have fun…why wait? It was time to reel that fish in anyway.
“Oh, it’s you Clark! *You* can come in.”
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Lucas pulled Clark down the hall, both of them giggling and Lucas going shh shh and Clark grinned and giggled behind his hand…it was so funny, sneaking up the stairs in broad daylight, all exaggerated stealthy movements, like cartoon characters-- but, he thought as he fought to stifle his giddy laughter, not so funny anymore if Lucas’ dad caught them drinking…a lot of drinking….
Lucas was grinning at him, a big loose wild kind of grin that went straight to Clark’s groin. He still had the bottle in his hand, the second one they’d emptied that afternoon…anyway, he thought it was the second one….
It’d been a strange kind of week so far, what with Lex being--and Bruce ‘s words still vibrating in his brain. Clark wanted any opportunity to get away, at least for a little, from the reality that Bruce had laid on him and his parents. Mom and Dad were still in a state of shock… He was half way angry that Bruce had investigated him, half way relieved that someone else knew, someone he could trust was carrying a little of the load he’d had to carry. And on top of that Lucas wanted him. This time he was sure. Clark’s head felt like it was full of cotton,and he had to concentrate on keeping his eyes focused. Lucas tended to blur a bit and seemed to want to clone himself.
“Cloooonnnee.” Clark drawled it out, enjoying the sound it made, the way it vibrated inside his mouth. Lucas looked at him with such a superior knowing look that it made Clark feel like a small town hick. And he wasn’t. A small town hick.
“I never said that about you, Clark,” Lucas said, with raised eyebrow and one hand on his hip. Clark blinked blearily...gee, he looked like Lex when he did that… “Did I say that out loud?” He giggled and hiccupped. He shook his head. “You do think so. You have all this experience and you know all this sex stuff but you won’t do it with me...so…you must think I’m too—too—hicky. Small. Time. Stuff.” He waved his hand about and stared at Lucas. Ah-ha. Got ya. Damn right.He weaved closer to the wall and found himself hitting it with his head. The thump sounded so loud, and he remembered to go, “Ow,” and then broke into helpless giggles—it was all so silly, really, his parents and what they thought he should do. He gave Lucas a wide grin and said, “Guess what, I’ve got a secret…you want to hear?”
“No.” Lucas leaned against Clark, pressed him into the wall, rubbed against him and grinned when he felt Clark respond instantly…always so obedient…it was hot, so hot the way he gave him everything he’d take—he kissed Clark, licked against his lips until they parted and he pushed his tongue into the liquid heat of Clark’s mouth. He closed his eyes and gave himself up to the slow slick slide of tongue against tongue, until Clark moaned and Lucas drew his bottom lip tight between his teeth. He liked feeling the way the flesh gave, like ripe fruit; he loved the way it made Clark hard when he pressed down with his teeth and skirted on the edge of a real bite. Clark grabbed his hips and pressed him closer. Lucas cupped the back of Clark’s head and pulled him close, whispered in his ear, “Let’s fuck.”
Clark gasped and bucked against Lucas.
“Umm, you like that idea,don't you?” and Clark moaned and suddenly they were on their feet and moving down the hall, and Lucas had no idea how that happened so fast. He was nearly running, his hand was swallowed up in Clark’s big hand and Clark looked equal parts determined and scared.
He stopped so quickly that Lucas ran into him. “Where,” he said urgently, “Where?”
It took Lucas a minute to realize he meant ‘where’s your bedroom?’ and he took the lead, pulling Clark down the dim hall, the little sconces meant to imitate candlelight just managing to wash the mahogany walls with a weak glow. Clark looked dazed and…happy, Lucas thought, when he looked back to catch his eyes. How sweet and still so virginal. So fresh…
“Here,” he said and pushed open a door.
part 1--continued in part 2
rated 5 for sexual situations and language and insanity. Whose, I won't say.
Previous Parts are snoring in the garden here.
Lucas lay on his bed in the dark and tried to pretend he didn’t exist. He tried to pretend Lex was sitting in the room with him, in the chair at the foot of his bed. He tried to pretend that everything was fine but his mind kept coming back to what he was fighting to forget.
He’d gone into Lex’s room to get a shirt he’d had his eye on, he went in Lex’s room all the time, Lex never locked the door to him and besides it wouldn’t matter if he did, he had a key.
He’d just snagged the shirt when he heard noise coming from the bathroom. It was surprising because Lex was supposed be out somewhere with that asshole Wayne—a farewell dinner, thank god, the guy couldn’t get the fuck out of Smallville fast enough for him. He was about to leave when he heard a thump and laughter form the bathroom.
Then he did something that he kind of wished now he hadn’t. He’d gone over to the bathroom door and put his ear against it.
What he’d heard had made the hair on the back of his neck rise, he couldn’t stop the growl that forced it’s way up from his chest--that bastard had been fucking his Lex—right in *his* house! He’d wanted to kill Bruce on the spot—kill Lex...he’d been so furious, so twisted with anger that he’d ripped the shirt he’d borrowed in two, without registering it. He’d pushed his face hard against the door, breath ripping in and out—he could smell them, he was sure of it. Fuck. He’d rolled to his back, his muscles felt like wet strings; his knees had gone weak and the door was the only thing holding him up. His fingernails broke against the polished surface of the door, he’d still managed to drag gouges through the enamel…He’d had to listen to the sounds, the moans, and the slap of flesh against wet flesh. Bruce groaning, “God, I love fucking your mouth--ah!”
He’d been besides himself, crazy enough to kill and he’d still gotten hard— pulled his zipper down and slid his hand across his belly, imagined, touched his dick softly, fleeting finger touches like Lex would touch him, scared, nervous…Bruce’s voice was muffled, but he heard him groan, “wait, sit on me” and Lucas ended up with a handful of precome slicked dick, he’d jerked himself off while he listened to Lex grunting on the other side of the door.
He could still imagine him riding Bruce, arms around his shoulders and head tilted skyward, his ass dropping and rising as he fucked himself on Bruce and in his mind it had been his dick Lex rode, his lip caught in Lex’s white sharp teeth, drawing blood and him driving his dick deeper into Lex and making him wail.
God—it was going to happen and when it did, he’d grab his hips and fuck him until…
he’d humped his hand like he was a kid, filled his hand with come, his pants catching what ran over his fingers, milked every last drop and felt Lex trembling around him in his mind…he’d laid against the door, shaking and breathing hard, until he heard the shower cut off and he ran from the room.
He remembered and a hot red tidal wave of fury swept over him, burning in his chest, making his hands tremble…he’d make that fucking Bruce pay with his lungs for that—he’d take his fucking kidneys, he’d pull his motherfucking heart from his chest and eat it, his eyes…fucker.
There was a knock at the door, and Lucas yelled, “Go away!”
The knock came again, and Clark’s voice rang out. “I can’t, I have to stay, open up!”
Lucas frowned. Shit. He didn’t have time for that puppy right now…or maybe he did, he started to grin. Why the fuck not? He was bored, so bored and it was about time he had some fun. He had the feeling Clark was more than ready to have fun…why wait? It was time to reel that fish in anyway.
“Oh, it’s you Clark! *You* can come in.”
******
Lucas pulled Clark down the hall, both of them giggling and Lucas going shh shh and Clark grinned and giggled behind his hand…it was so funny, sneaking up the stairs in broad daylight, all exaggerated stealthy movements, like cartoon characters-- but, he thought as he fought to stifle his giddy laughter, not so funny anymore if Lucas’ dad caught them drinking…a lot of drinking….
Lucas was grinning at him, a big loose wild kind of grin that went straight to Clark’s groin. He still had the bottle in his hand, the second one they’d emptied that afternoon…anyway, he thought it was the second one….
It’d been a strange kind of week so far, what with Lex being--and Bruce ‘s words still vibrating in his brain. Clark wanted any opportunity to get away, at least for a little, from the reality that Bruce had laid on him and his parents. Mom and Dad were still in a state of shock… He was half way angry that Bruce had investigated him, half way relieved that someone else knew, someone he could trust was carrying a little of the load he’d had to carry. And on top of that Lucas wanted him. This time he was sure. Clark’s head felt like it was full of cotton,and he had to concentrate on keeping his eyes focused. Lucas tended to blur a bit and seemed to want to clone himself.
“Cloooonnnee.” Clark drawled it out, enjoying the sound it made, the way it vibrated inside his mouth. Lucas looked at him with such a superior knowing look that it made Clark feel like a small town hick. And he wasn’t. A small town hick.
“I never said that about you, Clark,” Lucas said, with raised eyebrow and one hand on his hip. Clark blinked blearily...gee, he looked like Lex when he did that… “Did I say that out loud?” He giggled and hiccupped. He shook his head. “You do think so. You have all this experience and you know all this sex stuff but you won’t do it with me...so…you must think I’m too—too—hicky. Small. Time. Stuff.” He waved his hand about and stared at Lucas. Ah-ha. Got ya. Damn right.He weaved closer to the wall and found himself hitting it with his head. The thump sounded so loud, and he remembered to go, “Ow,” and then broke into helpless giggles—it was all so silly, really, his parents and what they thought he should do. He gave Lucas a wide grin and said, “Guess what, I’ve got a secret…you want to hear?”
“No.” Lucas leaned against Clark, pressed him into the wall, rubbed against him and grinned when he felt Clark respond instantly…always so obedient…it was hot, so hot the way he gave him everything he’d take—he kissed Clark, licked against his lips until they parted and he pushed his tongue into the liquid heat of Clark’s mouth. He closed his eyes and gave himself up to the slow slick slide of tongue against tongue, until Clark moaned and Lucas drew his bottom lip tight between his teeth. He liked feeling the way the flesh gave, like ripe fruit; he loved the way it made Clark hard when he pressed down with his teeth and skirted on the edge of a real bite. Clark grabbed his hips and pressed him closer. Lucas cupped the back of Clark’s head and pulled him close, whispered in his ear, “Let’s fuck.”
Clark gasped and bucked against Lucas.
“Umm, you like that idea,don't you?” and Clark moaned and suddenly they were on their feet and moving down the hall, and Lucas had no idea how that happened so fast. He was nearly running, his hand was swallowed up in Clark’s big hand and Clark looked equal parts determined and scared.
He stopped so quickly that Lucas ran into him. “Where,” he said urgently, “Where?”
It took Lucas a minute to realize he meant ‘where’s your bedroom?’ and he took the lead, pulling Clark down the dim hall, the little sconces meant to imitate candlelight just managing to wash the mahogany walls with a weak glow. Clark looked dazed and…happy, Lucas thought, when he looked back to catch his eyes. How sweet and still so virginal. So fresh…
“Here,” he said and pushed open a door.
part 1--continued in part 2
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Clark is so adorable he's so exited-I hope Lucas isn't too harsh when they fuck...
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I haven't been reading this since I just found and friended your journal, but man, I'm going to have to go back now. Brex, with a jealous Lucas wanting Lex... now that is a recipe I can get behind!
That was truly hot. :)
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Yes, i'm reading backwards.
:)
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