Dis Pater part 27
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this part rated 5 for sex, insanity and language. *shakes head* sometimes I wonder...
They walked into a dark room, Lucas feeling his way until he found the switch and flipped it. The light shone feebly in the room thrown by a small heavily shaded lamp. It revealed a bed covered with a bedspread made of deep lavender and purple squares, the sheets were a deep dusty purple and had a sheen that begged to be touched. A few toss pillows leaned against the black wrought iron headboard that had been designed to look like a Japanese screen.
“Wow.” Clark stopped short, looked about in awe and said, “It’s nice. Lucas.”
“You like it.” He walked to the bed, yanked the bedspread down, and climbed on, smoothing his hand over the sheets. “Come here.”
Clark walked over to him, his step steadier than it had been, he looked a little more sober and much more nervous than he had in the hall. He sat on the edge of the bed and Lucas moved up behind him, unbuttoning his shirt, sliding his hand in under the soft material and teasing Clark’s nipples. “You want more of that, don’t you.”
Clark’s head dropped back to his shoulder. “Yes…” he shuddered when Lucas twisted them slightly, and his hands dropped to the waist of his jeans, and unbuttoned them.
Clark quickly toed his boots off and lifted his hips so Lucas could slide his pants and boxers down at once. He was trembling; Lucas smiled at his eagerness, at how hard he was. He touched the tip of Clark’s dick with one finger and watched it jerk and drool, he slid his finger around the tip, massaging the fluid into the skin, pressing a little as Clark groaned, “Please, please don’t stop Lucas, don’t stop this time!”
“I’m not going to, I promise. Lay down on the bed--”he stopped Clark with a hand on his shoulder, “On your stomach.” He stood and stripped down, dropping his clothes on the floor, kicking his shoes off and not looking where they landed, he kept his eyes on Clark’s as he did so. Clark looked over his shoulder, watching him, his eyes were huge with fear and desire and they were eating him up. Clark stared at him so hard, it made his dick rise more, god—he was really a hot piece of meat…. “Spread your legs.”
Clark shuddered but obeyed. He lay on his belly, and let Lucas arrange him like a rag doll, let him pull his legs farther apart and moaned, quietly but constantly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. You’re mine now.” Lucas knew he must be wetting the sheets now; he stroked his ass and grinned at how he rubbed himself against the silky sheets. Fuck, that’ s beautiful, he thought—Clark, spread against the dark sheets, glowing in the golden light…his tan stopped at his thighs and his shoulders and his ass glowed white in contrast…Lucas wanted to bite it hard, bite it until purple bruises bloomed on his flesh. Clark was gasping hard, grinding against the sheets.
“Please do something, Lucas—touch me—do something!”
Okay He bent, dug his thumbs into the lightly furred cheeks of his ass, pulled them apart and tongued him. Clark yelped and jerked and shook so hard Lucas had to grip him tightly to keep him in place. He drove his tongue in and in and Clark screamed, “No! no--stop or I’ll come right now!”
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he growled and bit down on his ass, shook his head gently and Clark groaned desperately. “Fuck! Don’t do than either—I’ll come from that!”
Lucas laughed and searched around in the bedside table drawer until he found what he was looking for.
He ripped open the little packet, slid a slicked condom down over his shaft, caressing himself, cupping his balls and squeezing just a bit--Clark was spread out, his ass in the air and begging for his dick. It made him feel…good. Real good. Lex would do that too—just that way, his ass spread wide and humping air, begging him, that velvety voice gone hoarse and frantic with need, oh yes, he’d make him beg him like a bitch for his dick.
He moved in behind Clark, grabbed his hip in one hand and his shoulder in the other and in one hard thrust drove in to the hilt—waited for Clark to scream.
Clark screamed and screamed and pushed back, “Oh fuck me! Fuck me, shit—harder!”
Lucas was…amazed—a little shocked. Holy shit—that’s , that’s--he likes it—oh! He gasped and folded over Clark’s back, Clark was clamping around him, milking him—God!
His eyes rolled up and he drove harder and harder into Clark, trying to fuck him as hard as he screamed for it, until he felt like his body was exploding, he was coming, “Clark--fuck—fuck!”
Lucas yelled through tightly clenched teeth, it felt like his whole body was trying to come out of his dick, it felt so good it hurt, it made him want to scream at the top of his lungs, it made him want to get right up inside Clark—shit!
He hit Clark’s back with a wet slap as sweat wet body hit sweat wet body. He shook and groaned and wrapped his arms around Clark’s middle, and felt come on his belly, on the sheets…he grinned against moist skin. “I didn’t even have to touch you.” Clark shook his head, his answer muffled by the pillow.
“Motherfuck…what the *fuck*!”
Clark flipped Lucas off as he whirled around in bed. “Lex!”
Lucas rolled to his back and smiled, he pulled the used condom off and dropped it on the sheets. “Hi.”
Lex stood in the doorway, revulsion on his face, his chest heaving. “Lucas, you...” he started and stopped, his voice gone thin and weak.
Clark yelled at Lex, “What the hell do you want –get out!”
Lucas glanced at Clark; the boy was deep red with embarrassment and anger. Poor kid. Hell of a first time, he thought.
He looked at Lex, disgust and anger and… Lucas sat up. Not hatred. He didn’t want him to hate him, not that—fuck--. He spun around and stared at Clark. For a moment, he was just some nameless fuck, a stranger yelling at Lex, some alien thing stinking up the sheets. “Get your clothes on and get out.”
“But—but –he just walked into your room with out knocking!”
Lex started. “His room? This is my room—you fucked on *my* bed!”
Clark’s head jerked back and he gaped at Lucas. “You-you—you did it on purpose?” His eyes got red and his open mouth trembled. “You wanted him to see…”
“Actually I thought he’d find the evidence later, but this works too.”
Clark let out a noise and grabbed his clothing; he ran for the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Lex watched it all with narrowed eyes, his mouth was pressed in a hard tight line and he glared at Lucas.
“What is wrong with you, you crazy shit! Why hurt that boy--forget me—don’t you care what you’re doing to him? Fix it, you little fuck—now!” Lex was nearly snarling as he spoke to Lucas.
Lucas swung off the bed and walked over to the bathroom, looking at Lex all the while. He leaned his forehead against the bathroom door. “Clark, Clark I was—I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry,” His voice trembled, and he pressed his face against the wood and turned away from Lex, so he couldn’t see him smiling.
He filled his words with every bit of emotion he could dredge up, he was rather pleased. He really sounded like he was about to burst into tears. He heard the door to the bedroom close behind him and checked. Lex was gone. He opened up the bathroom door, “Clark. Let me explain.”
He came in and spoke. Clark leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he listened with a stony expression. “He did the same thing to me, the hypocrite. It was payback. And I’m sorry I involved you.” He reached out slowly, took Clark’s hands, feeling a little thrill of victory when Clark didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry—it was stupid, I’m stupid. I messed up and now you both hate me and I can’t stand it.” He dropped his head and let a tear run down his cheek. It dropped onto Clark’s hands and he knew the very moment Clark gave in.
He gave in, even as he protested. “Lucas–what you did was horrible. You treated Lex and me like—garbage! It should have been great, but it was the worst—most embarrassing moment of my life! How can I forget something like that? God! I’ll never be able to look at Lex again, ever!” Clark quieted again and then froze. “Shit. How long do you think he was standing there?” He shuddered. “God please, let him have just walked in.”
“Oh, I’m sure he wasn’t there that long, Clark. Really. You forgive me, just this one time? I swear, I’ll never be that stupid again, ever. I promise.” He kissed Clark softly on the lips, a little chaste kiss and Clark smiled reluctantly. Lucas could see anger warring with Clark’s desire for him. Clark really was beautiful, he thought. All those emotions right on the surface, like oil floating on water, just waiting for Lucas to shove a fist into them, roil them up and make something even more beautiful…Lucas closed his eyes and willed his growing erection away.
“Can’t you be good to him, Lucas? Can’t you please forget about Lex, just forgive him? You don’t have to let your brother rule your life, you know.”
“Yes!” Forget him? Asshole.He smiled and deepened the kiss, thinking about the door opening the moment he shoved into Clark—hearing that pained little gasp when Clark screamed fuck me…feeling it when he started to come. Feeling Lex behind him at the door…it was nice that they both got to experience Clark’s first time.
tbc
this part rated 5 for sex, insanity and language. *shakes head* sometimes I wonder...
They walked into a dark room, Lucas feeling his way until he found the switch and flipped it. The light shone feebly in the room thrown by a small heavily shaded lamp. It revealed a bed covered with a bedspread made of deep lavender and purple squares, the sheets were a deep dusty purple and had a sheen that begged to be touched. A few toss pillows leaned against the black wrought iron headboard that had been designed to look like a Japanese screen.
“Wow.” Clark stopped short, looked about in awe and said, “It’s nice. Lucas.”
“You like it.” He walked to the bed, yanked the bedspread down, and climbed on, smoothing his hand over the sheets. “Come here.”
Clark walked over to him, his step steadier than it had been, he looked a little more sober and much more nervous than he had in the hall. He sat on the edge of the bed and Lucas moved up behind him, unbuttoning his shirt, sliding his hand in under the soft material and teasing Clark’s nipples. “You want more of that, don’t you.”
Clark’s head dropped back to his shoulder. “Yes…” he shuddered when Lucas twisted them slightly, and his hands dropped to the waist of his jeans, and unbuttoned them.
Clark quickly toed his boots off and lifted his hips so Lucas could slide his pants and boxers down at once. He was trembling; Lucas smiled at his eagerness, at how hard he was. He touched the tip of Clark’s dick with one finger and watched it jerk and drool, he slid his finger around the tip, massaging the fluid into the skin, pressing a little as Clark groaned, “Please, please don’t stop Lucas, don’t stop this time!”
“I’m not going to, I promise. Lay down on the bed--”he stopped Clark with a hand on his shoulder, “On your stomach.” He stood and stripped down, dropping his clothes on the floor, kicking his shoes off and not looking where they landed, he kept his eyes on Clark’s as he did so. Clark looked over his shoulder, watching him, his eyes were huge with fear and desire and they were eating him up. Clark stared at him so hard, it made his dick rise more, god—he was really a hot piece of meat…. “Spread your legs.”
Clark shuddered but obeyed. He lay on his belly, and let Lucas arrange him like a rag doll, let him pull his legs farther apart and moaned, quietly but constantly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. You’re mine now.” Lucas knew he must be wetting the sheets now; he stroked his ass and grinned at how he rubbed himself against the silky sheets. Fuck, that’ s beautiful, he thought—Clark, spread against the dark sheets, glowing in the golden light…his tan stopped at his thighs and his shoulders and his ass glowed white in contrast…Lucas wanted to bite it hard, bite it until purple bruises bloomed on his flesh. Clark was gasping hard, grinding against the sheets.
“Please do something, Lucas—touch me—do something!”
Okay He bent, dug his thumbs into the lightly furred cheeks of his ass, pulled them apart and tongued him. Clark yelped and jerked and shook so hard Lucas had to grip him tightly to keep him in place. He drove his tongue in and in and Clark screamed, “No! no--stop or I’ll come right now!”
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he growled and bit down on his ass, shook his head gently and Clark groaned desperately. “Fuck! Don’t do than either—I’ll come from that!”
Lucas laughed and searched around in the bedside table drawer until he found what he was looking for.
He ripped open the little packet, slid a slicked condom down over his shaft, caressing himself, cupping his balls and squeezing just a bit--Clark was spread out, his ass in the air and begging for his dick. It made him feel…good. Real good. Lex would do that too—just that way, his ass spread wide and humping air, begging him, that velvety voice gone hoarse and frantic with need, oh yes, he’d make him beg him like a bitch for his dick.
He moved in behind Clark, grabbed his hip in one hand and his shoulder in the other and in one hard thrust drove in to the hilt—waited for Clark to scream.
Clark screamed and screamed and pushed back, “Oh fuck me! Fuck me, shit—harder!”
Lucas was…amazed—a little shocked. Holy shit—that’s , that’s--he likes it—oh! He gasped and folded over Clark’s back, Clark was clamping around him, milking him—God!
His eyes rolled up and he drove harder and harder into Clark, trying to fuck him as hard as he screamed for it, until he felt like his body was exploding, he was coming, “Clark--fuck—fuck!”
Lucas yelled through tightly clenched teeth, it felt like his whole body was trying to come out of his dick, it felt so good it hurt, it made him want to scream at the top of his lungs, it made him want to get right up inside Clark—shit!
He hit Clark’s back with a wet slap as sweat wet body hit sweat wet body. He shook and groaned and wrapped his arms around Clark’s middle, and felt come on his belly, on the sheets…he grinned against moist skin. “I didn’t even have to touch you.” Clark shook his head, his answer muffled by the pillow.
“Motherfuck…what the *fuck*!”
Clark flipped Lucas off as he whirled around in bed. “Lex!”
Lucas rolled to his back and smiled, he pulled the used condom off and dropped it on the sheets. “Hi.”
Lex stood in the doorway, revulsion on his face, his chest heaving. “Lucas, you...” he started and stopped, his voice gone thin and weak.
Clark yelled at Lex, “What the hell do you want –get out!”
Lucas glanced at Clark; the boy was deep red with embarrassment and anger. Poor kid. Hell of a first time, he thought.
He looked at Lex, disgust and anger and… Lucas sat up. Not hatred. He didn’t want him to hate him, not that—fuck--. He spun around and stared at Clark. For a moment, he was just some nameless fuck, a stranger yelling at Lex, some alien thing stinking up the sheets. “Get your clothes on and get out.”
“But—but –he just walked into your room with out knocking!”
Lex started. “His room? This is my room—you fucked on *my* bed!”
Clark’s head jerked back and he gaped at Lucas. “You-you—you did it on purpose?” His eyes got red and his open mouth trembled. “You wanted him to see…”
“Actually I thought he’d find the evidence later, but this works too.”
Clark let out a noise and grabbed his clothing; he ran for the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Lex watched it all with narrowed eyes, his mouth was pressed in a hard tight line and he glared at Lucas.
“What is wrong with you, you crazy shit! Why hurt that boy--forget me—don’t you care what you’re doing to him? Fix it, you little fuck—now!” Lex was nearly snarling as he spoke to Lucas.
Lucas swung off the bed and walked over to the bathroom, looking at Lex all the while. He leaned his forehead against the bathroom door. “Clark, Clark I was—I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry,” His voice trembled, and he pressed his face against the wood and turned away from Lex, so he couldn’t see him smiling.
He filled his words with every bit of emotion he could dredge up, he was rather pleased. He really sounded like he was about to burst into tears. He heard the door to the bedroom close behind him and checked. Lex was gone. He opened up the bathroom door, “Clark. Let me explain.”
He came in and spoke. Clark leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he listened with a stony expression. “He did the same thing to me, the hypocrite. It was payback. And I’m sorry I involved you.” He reached out slowly, took Clark’s hands, feeling a little thrill of victory when Clark didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry—it was stupid, I’m stupid. I messed up and now you both hate me and I can’t stand it.” He dropped his head and let a tear run down his cheek. It dropped onto Clark’s hands and he knew the very moment Clark gave in.
He gave in, even as he protested. “Lucas–what you did was horrible. You treated Lex and me like—garbage! It should have been great, but it was the worst—most embarrassing moment of my life! How can I forget something like that? God! I’ll never be able to look at Lex again, ever!” Clark quieted again and then froze. “Shit. How long do you think he was standing there?” He shuddered. “God please, let him have just walked in.”
“Oh, I’m sure he wasn’t there that long, Clark. Really. You forgive me, just this one time? I swear, I’ll never be that stupid again, ever. I promise.” He kissed Clark softly on the lips, a little chaste kiss and Clark smiled reluctantly. Lucas could see anger warring with Clark’s desire for him. Clark really was beautiful, he thought. All those emotions right on the surface, like oil floating on water, just waiting for Lucas to shove a fist into them, roil them up and make something even more beautiful…Lucas closed his eyes and willed his growing erection away.
“Can’t you be good to him, Lucas? Can’t you please forget about Lex, just forgive him? You don’t have to let your brother rule your life, you know.”
“Yes!” Forget him? Asshole.He smiled and deepened the kiss, thinking about the door opening the moment he shoved into Clark—hearing that pained little gasp when Clark screamed fuck me…feeling it when he started to come. Feeling Lex behind him at the door…it was nice that they both got to experience Clark’s first time.
tbc
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6/14/05 11:23 am (UTC)Yeah, these kittens I like!!
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6/14/05 12:22 pm (UTC)I can't believe Clark forgives him and Lex was there all along!
lol by the time i posted a comment about the former chapter you already posted this one.
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6/14/05 02:59 pm (UTC)My.
YOu? Master Evol.
*smoooooch*
*bounce*
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6/15/05 02:11 am (UTC)Oh, I'm not Master Evol, more of an apprentice of Evol....*humble smile*
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6/14/05 10:56 pm (UTC)Nice 'the face of EVOL' icon! ;-)
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6/15/05 02:11 am (UTC)This face? *grin*
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6/15/05 03:18 am (UTC)::blinks again::
I bow before your greatness....
//He touched the tip of Clark’s dick with one finger and watched it jerk and drool, he slid his finger around the tip, massaging the fluid into the skin, pressing a little as Clark groaned, “Please, please don’t stop Lucas, don’t stop this time!”//
AND YOUR BAWDINESS!!!
:bowing frantically::
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