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roxyMy friends, it’s time for something a little different than the usual pain and twisted sex we’ve come to expect of Big Echoey. Yes, time for something a little light-hearted, a little shmoopy, a little silly even.
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justabi because she seemed to think it was okay to post here.
Don’t be frightened; it’s still me under this mask of kindness!
Join me won’t you, on our journey, and let’s see how long before I slip into terrorizing the boys as usual!
This part is rated 1 and you know what that means—no ass sex, but very mild innuendo. Very mild. And not just Roxy mild, I mean it.
I So…We’re Gonna Do What?
“So, I think I’d like to travel a bit after graduation. I mean, I’m going to MU, I’ll be working my butt off and I won’t have time to travel, or the money, you know…” Clark leaned back on the sofa and flicked through the pile of brochures on the table in front of him. “I grabbed a bunch of these from Sarah James down at the Triple A—she’s probably sick of me clearing out the brochures but they’re free,” Clark said, as if it was Halloween and he’d just gotten his bag filed with candies.
Lex nodded. He could see that the colorful pamphlets advertised different states and attractions, except one—it had a different look—
“Free brochures. From the Triple-A, hmm? —Remarkably generous of the Triple-A. And how old is Sarah?” Lex asked and smirked at him, kidding of course. He really had no interest in how old the woman—or possibly girl was. No interest at all.
Clark’s cheeks turned a little pinker, but he grinned, slightly embarrassed but pleased to be on the receiving end of a little teasing. Lex had certain set ways of showing affection, teasing being his most common way. It always made Clark laugh, and always made Lex smile, and Lex smiling was a good thing as far as Clark was concerned.
Lex watched with fond amusement as Clark gathered up his little cache of travel brochures. He knew it was hard for Clark to turn down something free—getting something for nothing must seem positively decadent. Oh.
.
To distract himself from the unwelcome direction the word decadent led his thoughts, Lex picked up a pen from his desk and twirled it about on the slick surface. “Travel is a great idea Clark. You know, I always wanted to do that—travel after high school. I wanted to do Europe, just have a ball across the continent.” He smiled directly at Clark. “It would have been loads of fun—but business and Dad came first.” He smiled again, just the tiniest bit less wide but Clark noticed immediately, felt Lex’s mood change and sat forward, attuned to the shift because he was Lex’s best friend—ready to help if need be.
Lex stretched into the mesh-backed chair and folded his hands over his stomach, slate blue eyes on the pen propped between his index fingers. “I wish I had traveled with my friends, they brought some great stories back…I went on the Grand Tour later, of course,” and Clark looked politely amused and a little confused when Lex laughed, “but I always regretted not getting to share the experience with my friends, I really wish…”
”Lex—what a great idea!” Clark broke in. “I’ll ask mom and dad if I can go! It’ll be a terrific learning experience right? We’ll have such a good time! Wow Lex, when you said to come over and get my gift I never imagined that it’d be this cool! I mean, I thought it’d be a watch or something…”
Lex quickly slipped an elegantly wrapped rectangular box under the pile of papers spread across his desk and swallowed.
“It’s so cool you can clear your schedule like that. It must be great being your own boss!”
Clark swung around Lex’s desk and stood behind his chair. He squeezed Lex’s shoulder, and suddenly leaned down and slung an arm across his chest and hugged him. “You’re the best friend ever, Lex, thanks so much! I’ll call you in a bit, okay? No way they’re going to say no, absolutely no way!” By ‘They’, Clark apparently meant ‘Mom and Dad’. Ah-ha.
Lex planted his elbows on his desk and forced himself to breathe normally, and managed a perfectly bland smile and a dry chuckle. CEO, shit—he should have been an actor.
Clark breezed out of the study and took all the giddy enthusiasm with him and for a moment if felt as if vacuum had replaced air and the lights had dimmed. Lex watched him leave, perfectly motionless because his brain not actually functioning.
He sat behind his big glass “I’m the Boss, I’m rich as hell, fear me” desk, face expressionless and the pen frozen between his fingers. After a moment, the pen dropped to the desk surface with a musical tinkle, rolled quietly to the edge and dropped off into the thick ivory carpet.
“What the hell just happened here?” he said aloud, as if hearing himself speak would make the event…less surreal. Did one of his fantasies suddenly erupt into his daytime brain and did it show? He glanced down into his lap quickly, looked back at the door, back at the couch. Under the coffee table lay a shiny new travel brochure…okay. that part of his day had been real….
He gathered the trailing reigns of his mind and told himself sternly to focus on something else besides Clark’s happy smile, shining white teeth, endearingly snaggled, framed by smooth full pink lips, cushiony and soft and moist, …fuck!
He shuddered lightly, trying to shake off the feel of a remarkably warm arm sliding across his…Fuck! Focus!
He needed to call Clark and explain that whatever he thought was happening…was not.
He called the Kent farm, and his luck was holding, he got Jonathan Kent on the line.
Wonderful. He was no doubt about to get a lecture on filling his poor, simple but honest son’s gorgeous head with high-falutin’ ideas about foreign lands…and why Jonathan spoke like a Beverly Hillbilly in his mind he had no idea…well, yes…it did make him laugh.
Lex snapped back into the moment when he heard Jonathan growl, “Yes? Who’s calling?” Lex could hear excited chatter in the background and marveled that Clark had lost no time.
“Hello Mr. Kent, how are you this afternoon?” Polite small talk, an effective weapon to gauge how deeply one could expect to sink into the metaphorical pooh.
Jonathan responded gruffly but politely as well. Ah. Ankle deep then—good.
“Lex, how are you? Clark’s been telling us about this wild idea you two have cooked up…”
Lex breathed a silent sigh of relief. At least he could count on Jonathan to dowse Clark’s flames of fantasy…flaming fantasy—Lex noted that he was maybe overdue for a vacation when Jonathan continued.
“Now, Clark has limits, and I expect that you’ll enforce them—after all, you’re the adult here, right—and thanks, Martha and I are grateful for this opportunity you’re giving Clark.”
What? What? That wasn’t—he wasn’t supposed to agree! Damn it-- that man—why couldn’t Lex ever count on him?
“Now, don’t let Clark bulldoze you, he can be quite a handful.”
“But—Mr. Kent—I—I—that’s not…”
“Don’t say that it won’t be a problem, when you’re spending day after day with him, you’ll find out—he’ll try to twist you around his little finger, but you just be firm—let him know you’re the boss and you’re calling the shots.”
Lex knew that he was going to hell- he was talking to Jonathan, whose words were driving images straight to his dick and it couldn’t get any pervier than that.
“Anyway, you know he’s a good kid but his enthusiasm can get the best of him from time to time.” An outraged squawk in the background let Lex know Clark was listening in on his conversation with Jonathan.
“Mr. Kent, you don’t have to worry” and the excited buzz in the background resolved itself into Martha’s voice.
“Oh, Lex, this is so exciting! I love the idea! I did the same after high school—well, we backpacked across Europe, so it wasn’t quite the same,” she laughed “lot’s of hostels and camping out, hardly any money, love beads and sandals—that was the thing when I was a girl.” She went on to describe her adventures, and Lex felt bulldozed under the enthusiasm. He’d counted on Martha to be a voice of sanity and for Jonathan to put a stop to this craziness, and here was Martha, reeling down memory lane, more the voice of a seventies flower child and way less that of sanity, and Jonathan—what the hell—did Martha bring back hashish from her tour they were only now smoking? And Clark—God help him, how was he going to survive Clark... all alone for the summer…alone…what the fuck was wrong with him? This was a golden opportunity for him—Clark, alone. He shivered a little. Come back to sanity, Lex.
The sound of Martha’s laughter broke through the fog of lust that had descended on his mind, and he took a moment to enjoy the sound. It always made him smile. It was addictive, that laugh, just as addictive as her son’s smiles had become to him. He sighed. Okay. The wheels were in motion, might as well just—go along with the ride.
“Mrs. Kent, I promise this will be a very educational trip for Clark. A growth experience…”
“Oh yes, I’m sure it will be, after all that’s why I went.’”
Lex was surprised—he didn’t think one could actually wink verbally but apparently it was possible.
He leaned down and picked up the fallen pen and began swinging it back and forth in his fingers. “Mrs. Kent, I really do think this trip will be a learning experience for--”
“Of course, of course, sweetie-listen, Clark is jumping up and down here--” I am not! Lex heard clearly in the background, “So let me hand over the phone. See you soon!”
“Thank you,” Lex responded and Clark said “For what? So, how is this going to work?”
“Work…er. Between your parents and myself, we’ll figure it all out.”
“Cool! Thanks again Lex! Bye!”
Lex sat staring at the plastic demon of his destruction buzzing merrily away in his hand. He smiled softly at it, and pitched it hard into the study wall.
How in the hell did he think he was going to survive this summer?
TBC!
I blame this on
justabi because she seemed to think it was okay to post here. Don’t be frightened; it’s still me under this mask of kindness!
Join me won’t you, on our journey, and let’s see how long before I slip into terrorizing the boys as usual!
This part is rated 1 and you know what that means—no ass sex, but very mild innuendo. Very mild. And not just Roxy mild, I mean it.
I So…We’re Gonna Do What?
“So, I think I’d like to travel a bit after graduation. I mean, I’m going to MU, I’ll be working my butt off and I won’t have time to travel, or the money, you know…” Clark leaned back on the sofa and flicked through the pile of brochures on the table in front of him. “I grabbed a bunch of these from Sarah James down at the Triple A—she’s probably sick of me clearing out the brochures but they’re free,” Clark said, as if it was Halloween and he’d just gotten his bag filed with candies.
Lex nodded. He could see that the colorful pamphlets advertised different states and attractions, except one—it had a different look—
“Free brochures. From the Triple-A, hmm? —Remarkably generous of the Triple-A. And how old is Sarah?” Lex asked and smirked at him, kidding of course. He really had no interest in how old the woman—or possibly girl was. No interest at all.
Clark’s cheeks turned a little pinker, but he grinned, slightly embarrassed but pleased to be on the receiving end of a little teasing. Lex had certain set ways of showing affection, teasing being his most common way. It always made Clark laugh, and always made Lex smile, and Lex smiling was a good thing as far as Clark was concerned.
Lex watched with fond amusement as Clark gathered up his little cache of travel brochures. He knew it was hard for Clark to turn down something free—getting something for nothing must seem positively decadent. Oh.
.
To distract himself from the unwelcome direction the word decadent led his thoughts, Lex picked up a pen from his desk and twirled it about on the slick surface. “Travel is a great idea Clark. You know, I always wanted to do that—travel after high school. I wanted to do Europe, just have a ball across the continent.” He smiled directly at Clark. “It would have been loads of fun—but business and Dad came first.” He smiled again, just the tiniest bit less wide but Clark noticed immediately, felt Lex’s mood change and sat forward, attuned to the shift because he was Lex’s best friend—ready to help if need be.
Lex stretched into the mesh-backed chair and folded his hands over his stomach, slate blue eyes on the pen propped between his index fingers. “I wish I had traveled with my friends, they brought some great stories back…I went on the Grand Tour later, of course,” and Clark looked politely amused and a little confused when Lex laughed, “but I always regretted not getting to share the experience with my friends, I really wish…”
”Lex—what a great idea!” Clark broke in. “I’ll ask mom and dad if I can go! It’ll be a terrific learning experience right? We’ll have such a good time! Wow Lex, when you said to come over and get my gift I never imagined that it’d be this cool! I mean, I thought it’d be a watch or something…”
Lex quickly slipped an elegantly wrapped rectangular box under the pile of papers spread across his desk and swallowed.
“It’s so cool you can clear your schedule like that. It must be great being your own boss!”
Clark swung around Lex’s desk and stood behind his chair. He squeezed Lex’s shoulder, and suddenly leaned down and slung an arm across his chest and hugged him. “You’re the best friend ever, Lex, thanks so much! I’ll call you in a bit, okay? No way they’re going to say no, absolutely no way!” By ‘They’, Clark apparently meant ‘Mom and Dad’. Ah-ha.
Lex planted his elbows on his desk and forced himself to breathe normally, and managed a perfectly bland smile and a dry chuckle. CEO, shit—he should have been an actor.
Clark breezed out of the study and took all the giddy enthusiasm with him and for a moment if felt as if vacuum had replaced air and the lights had dimmed. Lex watched him leave, perfectly motionless because his brain not actually functioning.
He sat behind his big glass “I’m the Boss, I’m rich as hell, fear me” desk, face expressionless and the pen frozen between his fingers. After a moment, the pen dropped to the desk surface with a musical tinkle, rolled quietly to the edge and dropped off into the thick ivory carpet.
“What the hell just happened here?” he said aloud, as if hearing himself speak would make the event…less surreal. Did one of his fantasies suddenly erupt into his daytime brain and did it show? He glanced down into his lap quickly, looked back at the door, back at the couch. Under the coffee table lay a shiny new travel brochure…okay. that part of his day had been real….
He gathered the trailing reigns of his mind and told himself sternly to focus on something else besides Clark’s happy smile, shining white teeth, endearingly snaggled, framed by smooth full pink lips, cushiony and soft and moist, …fuck!
He shuddered lightly, trying to shake off the feel of a remarkably warm arm sliding across his…Fuck! Focus!
He needed to call Clark and explain that whatever he thought was happening…was not.
He called the Kent farm, and his luck was holding, he got Jonathan Kent on the line.
Wonderful. He was no doubt about to get a lecture on filling his poor, simple but honest son’s gorgeous head with high-falutin’ ideas about foreign lands…and why Jonathan spoke like a Beverly Hillbilly in his mind he had no idea…well, yes…it did make him laugh.
Lex snapped back into the moment when he heard Jonathan growl, “Yes? Who’s calling?” Lex could hear excited chatter in the background and marveled that Clark had lost no time.
“Hello Mr. Kent, how are you this afternoon?” Polite small talk, an effective weapon to gauge how deeply one could expect to sink into the metaphorical pooh.
Jonathan responded gruffly but politely as well. Ah. Ankle deep then—good.
“Lex, how are you? Clark’s been telling us about this wild idea you two have cooked up…”
Lex breathed a silent sigh of relief. At least he could count on Jonathan to dowse Clark’s flames of fantasy…flaming fantasy—Lex noted that he was maybe overdue for a vacation when Jonathan continued.
“Now, Clark has limits, and I expect that you’ll enforce them—after all, you’re the adult here, right—and thanks, Martha and I are grateful for this opportunity you’re giving Clark.”
What? What? That wasn’t—he wasn’t supposed to agree! Damn it-- that man—why couldn’t Lex ever count on him?
“Now, don’t let Clark bulldoze you, he can be quite a handful.”
“But—Mr. Kent—I—I—that’s not…”
“Don’t say that it won’t be a problem, when you’re spending day after day with him, you’ll find out—he’ll try to twist you around his little finger, but you just be firm—let him know you’re the boss and you’re calling the shots.”
Lex knew that he was going to hell- he was talking to Jonathan, whose words were driving images straight to his dick and it couldn’t get any pervier than that.
“Anyway, you know he’s a good kid but his enthusiasm can get the best of him from time to time.” An outraged squawk in the background let Lex know Clark was listening in on his conversation with Jonathan.
“Mr. Kent, you don’t have to worry” and the excited buzz in the background resolved itself into Martha’s voice.
“Oh, Lex, this is so exciting! I love the idea! I did the same after high school—well, we backpacked across Europe, so it wasn’t quite the same,” she laughed “lot’s of hostels and camping out, hardly any money, love beads and sandals—that was the thing when I was a girl.” She went on to describe her adventures, and Lex felt bulldozed under the enthusiasm. He’d counted on Martha to be a voice of sanity and for Jonathan to put a stop to this craziness, and here was Martha, reeling down memory lane, more the voice of a seventies flower child and way less that of sanity, and Jonathan—what the hell—did Martha bring back hashish from her tour they were only now smoking? And Clark—God help him, how was he going to survive Clark... all alone for the summer…alone…what the fuck was wrong with him? This was a golden opportunity for him—Clark, alone. He shivered a little. Come back to sanity, Lex.
The sound of Martha’s laughter broke through the fog of lust that had descended on his mind, and he took a moment to enjoy the sound. It always made him smile. It was addictive, that laugh, just as addictive as her son’s smiles had become to him. He sighed. Okay. The wheels were in motion, might as well just—go along with the ride.
“Mrs. Kent, I promise this will be a very educational trip for Clark. A growth experience…”
“Oh yes, I’m sure it will be, after all that’s why I went.’”
Lex was surprised—he didn’t think one could actually wink verbally but apparently it was possible.
He leaned down and picked up the fallen pen and began swinging it back and forth in his fingers. “Mrs. Kent, I really do think this trip will be a learning experience for--”
“Of course, of course, sweetie-listen, Clark is jumping up and down here--” I am not! Lex heard clearly in the background, “So let me hand over the phone. See you soon!”
“Thank you,” Lex responded and Clark said “For what? So, how is this going to work?”
“Work…er. Between your parents and myself, we’ll figure it all out.”
“Cool! Thanks again Lex! Bye!”
Lex sat staring at the plastic demon of his destruction buzzing merrily away in his hand. He smiled softly at it, and pitched it hard into the study wall.
How in the hell did he think he was going to survive this summer?
TBC!
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