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roxyPart 1
Part 2
More of the fic that so far I’m calling Vacation Fic. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to come up with a title. So haaaard.
This bit is way long because—well, I don’t know why, it just is. Here is my humble offering. You will enjoy it and comment effusively. *waves fingers mystically, and all mind trickery-like*
III And Then Again…
To his surprise, Lex very much enjoyed the evening at the Kent’s.
Mrs. Kent—Martha, cooked dinner for them and he ate like he seldom did, not polite, not dissecting the food on his plate and pushing it around until it looked like he’d eaten—he ate with gusto and enjoyment and Mr. Kent—Jonathan, actually looked pleased.
“I’ll bet you don’t get food like this very often hunh? Better than some pretty picture arranged on a plate and pretending it’s a meal, eh? This is the kind of cooking that will fill a man out, I’m telling you.” He smiled at Clark, as if to say and ‘right there is the proof of that.’
Lex nodded at Jonathan and smiled at Martha. “It’s truly delicious, Martha. The best meal I’ve eaten in ages.”
She beamed and stood, “Why, thank you Lex, I’m so glad to hear that. Now, how about some dessert?”
Clark looked happy enough to soar and gave Lex a look that made his toes curl in his hand sewn loafers. Clark liked it when his mom was happy, Lex thought longingly of outfitting her kitchen in top of the line chef’s grade everything, just to see how far Clark would go in showing his appreciation…get a grip, Lex, for God’s sake—too bad he’d have to turn down dessert, there was absolutely no way he could shove one more bite in, and as she brought a humble apple pie to the table he let a little breath out and opened his mouth to beg off and try to turn the conversation to the Trip…when the smell hit him.
Smell.
No, not smell, not odor not scent—it was as though the pie leaped from the table and made love to his nose…the delicious aroma of cinnamon and butter, vanilla and sugar and tart apples melded made his mouth water and he found himself accepting a slice as large as an obscure European nation.
With creamy smooth ice cream slowly melting, sensuously sliding down and enveloping the evenly light brown and flaky crust in it’s liquefying embrace.
He was in love. Completely. Totally. He wanted to marry Clark just to be close to his mother and…The Pie. He took a bite. Oh. My. God. He thought his eyes may have rolled up a bit, and it was possible that he moaned. He snuck a look at the awestruck Kent’s. Yes. He’d definitely moaned.
Clark watched him eat the pie with an intensity that Lex tried very, very hard to ignore. His cheeks were red and his mouth opened just enough to almost take Lex’s attention away from the pastry he was devouring.
Almost.
“Wow, Lex—you really like pie, hunh?” Clark said watching Lex’s tongue sweep across his syrup-glazed lips. It was weird how fascinating it was, Lex eating pie…. he looked over at his mom and she was just about glowing, she loved watching Lex eat too—and his dad looked pleased as can be. He liked watching folks enjoy Mom’s cooking—it was further evidence that she was the best.
Lex nodded and blushed. “I’m making a spectacle of myself--”
“No, goodness no, dear—I think I should take on the job of filling out those bones of yours, hm?” She sparkled and Lex sparkled right back, his blue eyes dancing and Clark felt a little put out. Lex usually saved those kinds of looks for him, the smiles that filled his eyes and made them crinkle, so warm it was easy to see it was personal and not business…well, it was nice, he supposed, that Lex felt some connection with his mom. That was good; he did need some family love, didn’t he? Clark decided he shouldn’t be so stingy—he could stand to share Lex—Mom!—Mom, he meant-- with Lex.
IV Tell Me Again How this Happened…
The evening ended with plans finalized—Clark was flying overseas with Lex. They would absolutely not be taking the Sound Of Music excursion. They were not going to any Sound Of Music sites, they were not humming the songs, they were not bringing the film. Clark nodded at each pronouncement and his dad watched Lex with a slight grimace and from time to time shook his head minutely—often enough that Lex had to strain not to leap up and shout ‘I swear to God—we are not doing Julie Andrews.’ Martha smiled at Clark.
“Take pictures of that Castle they lived in Clark.”
“Umm, Lex says we aren’t going near any of that stuff.” He smiled at Lex, the patient, suffering smile of a saint being drawn and quartered. He smiled the smile of forgiveness for those who where unaware of the pain the y caused the innocent.
Martha nodded. “Of course.”
Jonathan grimaced again and looked at Lex with sympathy. Lex looked stonily at the travel brochure with the image of Maria Von Trapp yodeling her heart out in a mountain meadow, picked it up and tossed it in a nearby wastebasket. His expression said. ‘There that’s done.’ Clark just smiled.
Graduation passed like a dream for Clark—it came so fast, went so fast, that after waiting for it for twelve years, it was almost kind of anti-climatic. He felt no different—no older, no wiser, no smarter, than he had the day before. Chloe and Lana and Pete were just the same as they were yesterday. Well, besides the fact that they would be off doing their separate things this summer and he’d be sending them postcards from over seas. He rolled the word around on his tongue. Overseas…so exotic, so full of promise. He was leaving here a boy scout, but damn it—he planned to enlist Lex’s help in making him a man. He’d heard stories about Europe—there was sex to be had, plenty of it, and he was damn sure going to have some of it. And go to some museums too, of course.
The few days after graduation passed in a blur and before Clark knew it The Day had arrived. Mom and Dad had alternated between treating him like a grown up and treating him like a little kid about to leave the nest for the first time. It was kind of exhausting and a little bit irritating and there had been times when he couldn’t wait to leave, just to get some peace. But now, the Day was staring him in the face—almost three months without his family…wow.
His bags were packed and waiting on the porch. His dad was driving him over to Lex’s and Pete wanted to come by and talk to him before he left. Cool. He was going to miss Pete for sure. He was going to miss everyone, but Pete especially. This was going to be his first summer without Pete to hang around with, and it felt weird.
Clark walked down the steps and into the slightly humid night. Frowned a little as the thought suddenly occurred to him that Pete might be coming over to rag at him about Lex. Oh well. He’d just let him get it out of his system.
He sighed. Why the heck couldn’t they just get along? Why couldn’t Pete see that he wouldn’t hang out with Lex if he were the enormous dick Pete seemed to think he was? It was kind of insulting, is what it was-- as if Pete thought he was too stupid to tell if a person was bad or not. And Lex—he added fuel to the fire constantly by treating Pete like he was Clark’s simpleton little buddy. He had a sudden flash of Pete in a red long sleeved T-shirt and a little white boaters cap and snickered. Little Buddy.
A horn beeped, two sharp and short bursts, Pete’s signal. Car headlights swept the road and Clark came over to the drive and waited for Pete to come out.
Pete swung out of his car and waved at Clark. “Hey, Clark! Thanks for waiting for me.”
“No problem Pete, come on up to the loft?”
Pete nodded and they walked into the barn and trotted up the stairs to the Fortress. Pete looked around and shook his head. “Man, I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve been up here.” He looked around the space, there was a paperback butterflied open on the trunk that stood in for a coffee table, and the Mexican style blanket that always rode on the back of the couch was rumpled on the sagging couch cushions. There was a half empty bottle of juice on the trunk, and a pile of CD’s fanned out on the rest of the surface.
“You still come out here a lot, Clark?” Pete shoved the blanket in a corner of a couch and Clark came to sit near him.
“Yeah, I do. I read—I’ve been writing lately.”
Pete grinned. “Oh yeah? Love poetry for a certain someone?”
Clark laughed and shook his head no. “No—just stuff—what I’m thinking, stuff like that. I’m gonna keep a journal on my trip,” he grinned and Pete’s face fell.
“Yeah, listen I wanted to talk to you about that. Clark. You’re spending the whole summer in close company with guy I really don’t trust—I mean, what happens if you make a mistake?”
Clark’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Pete. “What do you mean, mistake?”
“Clark, you told me yourself that you sometimes have…strange reactions-- you know, like the floating thing? I mean, not that you’d be—but you never know—it could happen…” He looked embarrassed and avoided Clark’s eyes. “And what if you cut yourself or burn yourself, or if you should be bleeding and you don’t or if some new power comes out, and you’re stuck with a guy I’m willing to bet would dissect you to try and see what made you tick in a heart beat…”
“Look Pete, you don’t like Lex and I try to be okay with that, but please don’t say he’d hurt me, I know he never would. And if he knew about me, well, I’m sure he’d protect me—just like you have.”
“Clark, you have no idea…you think every one thinks like you, like—like—a fucking boy scout! You have no idea how he’d act if he knew, hell, I don’t know how to act sometime…sometimes I wish I didn’t know. I’m always afraid I’m going to slip--”
Clark looked stricken and grabbed Pete’s hand. “Oh no Pete. You never would. I know you never would. Don’t you see, neither would Lex? ‘Cause like it or not, you do have something in common—you both really care about me.” Clark looked so fiercely certain that Pete swallowed down anything else he had to say about Lex. He reached over and hugged Clark.
“Okay—listen, you have a good trip. Just. Please think about what I’ve said.” He held up his hands, “Okay! Okay! Not another word.” He stood and he turned to Clark again before he went down the stairs. “Go get ‘em Clark. Tell me all about the girls over there—I know you’ll be knocking them dead! I want lots of stories, and pictures would be an added bonus.” he grinned and winked and bounded down the stairs.
Clark lay back against the couch and felt exhausted. He’d had a shorter, less angst-driven conversation on this same subject with Dad…it really tired him out.
He wished other people could see Lex the way he did. Why couldn’t *they* see the little kid trying to come out; see how hard he tried to please other people, how he was always doing something nice for someone and never asking for repayment? Idiots. They all had their minds made up about him before he’d had a chance. Talk about the sins of the father…they’d definitely been visited on poor Lex.
He stood and gathered his CD’s; picked out one of the language CD’s and popped it into his player. He reached behind a couch pillow and pulled out his DVD of the forbidden movie. Once he played the DVD for Lex a few times, he’d love it too.
He snugged the player’s ear buds in and walked back to the house. He was determined that he speak at least a little bit of the languages of the countries they planned to visit. He bet any money that Lex was probably fluent in all of them, because he was such a showoff, Clark grinned.
Continued in part 4
Part 2
More of the fic that so far I’m calling Vacation Fic. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to come up with a title. So haaaard.
This bit is way long because—well, I don’t know why, it just is. Here is my humble offering. You will enjoy it and comment effusively. *waves fingers mystically, and all mind trickery-like*
III And Then Again…
To his surprise, Lex very much enjoyed the evening at the Kent’s.
Mrs. Kent—Martha, cooked dinner for them and he ate like he seldom did, not polite, not dissecting the food on his plate and pushing it around until it looked like he’d eaten—he ate with gusto and enjoyment and Mr. Kent—Jonathan, actually looked pleased.
“I’ll bet you don’t get food like this very often hunh? Better than some pretty picture arranged on a plate and pretending it’s a meal, eh? This is the kind of cooking that will fill a man out, I’m telling you.” He smiled at Clark, as if to say and ‘right there is the proof of that.’
Lex nodded at Jonathan and smiled at Martha. “It’s truly delicious, Martha. The best meal I’ve eaten in ages.”
She beamed and stood, “Why, thank you Lex, I’m so glad to hear that. Now, how about some dessert?”
Clark looked happy enough to soar and gave Lex a look that made his toes curl in his hand sewn loafers. Clark liked it when his mom was happy, Lex thought longingly of outfitting her kitchen in top of the line chef’s grade everything, just to see how far Clark would go in showing his appreciation…get a grip, Lex, for God’s sake—too bad he’d have to turn down dessert, there was absolutely no way he could shove one more bite in, and as she brought a humble apple pie to the table he let a little breath out and opened his mouth to beg off and try to turn the conversation to the Trip…when the smell hit him.
Smell.
No, not smell, not odor not scent—it was as though the pie leaped from the table and made love to his nose…the delicious aroma of cinnamon and butter, vanilla and sugar and tart apples melded made his mouth water and he found himself accepting a slice as large as an obscure European nation.
With creamy smooth ice cream slowly melting, sensuously sliding down and enveloping the evenly light brown and flaky crust in it’s liquefying embrace.
He was in love. Completely. Totally. He wanted to marry Clark just to be close to his mother and…The Pie. He took a bite. Oh. My. God. He thought his eyes may have rolled up a bit, and it was possible that he moaned. He snuck a look at the awestruck Kent’s. Yes. He’d definitely moaned.
Clark watched him eat the pie with an intensity that Lex tried very, very hard to ignore. His cheeks were red and his mouth opened just enough to almost take Lex’s attention away from the pastry he was devouring.
Almost.
“Wow, Lex—you really like pie, hunh?” Clark said watching Lex’s tongue sweep across his syrup-glazed lips. It was weird how fascinating it was, Lex eating pie…. he looked over at his mom and she was just about glowing, she loved watching Lex eat too—and his dad looked pleased as can be. He liked watching folks enjoy Mom’s cooking—it was further evidence that she was the best.
Lex nodded and blushed. “I’m making a spectacle of myself--”
“No, goodness no, dear—I think I should take on the job of filling out those bones of yours, hm?” She sparkled and Lex sparkled right back, his blue eyes dancing and Clark felt a little put out. Lex usually saved those kinds of looks for him, the smiles that filled his eyes and made them crinkle, so warm it was easy to see it was personal and not business…well, it was nice, he supposed, that Lex felt some connection with his mom. That was good; he did need some family love, didn’t he? Clark decided he shouldn’t be so stingy—he could stand to share Lex—Mom!—Mom, he meant-- with Lex.
IV Tell Me Again How this Happened…
The evening ended with plans finalized—Clark was flying overseas with Lex. They would absolutely not be taking the Sound Of Music excursion. They were not going to any Sound Of Music sites, they were not humming the songs, they were not bringing the film. Clark nodded at each pronouncement and his dad watched Lex with a slight grimace and from time to time shook his head minutely—often enough that Lex had to strain not to leap up and shout ‘I swear to God—we are not doing Julie Andrews.’ Martha smiled at Clark.
“Take pictures of that Castle they lived in Clark.”
“Umm, Lex says we aren’t going near any of that stuff.” He smiled at Lex, the patient, suffering smile of a saint being drawn and quartered. He smiled the smile of forgiveness for those who where unaware of the pain the y caused the innocent.
Martha nodded. “Of course.”
Jonathan grimaced again and looked at Lex with sympathy. Lex looked stonily at the travel brochure with the image of Maria Von Trapp yodeling her heart out in a mountain meadow, picked it up and tossed it in a nearby wastebasket. His expression said. ‘There that’s done.’ Clark just smiled.
Graduation passed like a dream for Clark—it came so fast, went so fast, that after waiting for it for twelve years, it was almost kind of anti-climatic. He felt no different—no older, no wiser, no smarter, than he had the day before. Chloe and Lana and Pete were just the same as they were yesterday. Well, besides the fact that they would be off doing their separate things this summer and he’d be sending them postcards from over seas. He rolled the word around on his tongue. Overseas…so exotic, so full of promise. He was leaving here a boy scout, but damn it—he planned to enlist Lex’s help in making him a man. He’d heard stories about Europe—there was sex to be had, plenty of it, and he was damn sure going to have some of it. And go to some museums too, of course.
The few days after graduation passed in a blur and before Clark knew it The Day had arrived. Mom and Dad had alternated between treating him like a grown up and treating him like a little kid about to leave the nest for the first time. It was kind of exhausting and a little bit irritating and there had been times when he couldn’t wait to leave, just to get some peace. But now, the Day was staring him in the face—almost three months without his family…wow.
His bags were packed and waiting on the porch. His dad was driving him over to Lex’s and Pete wanted to come by and talk to him before he left. Cool. He was going to miss Pete for sure. He was going to miss everyone, but Pete especially. This was going to be his first summer without Pete to hang around with, and it felt weird.
Clark walked down the steps and into the slightly humid night. Frowned a little as the thought suddenly occurred to him that Pete might be coming over to rag at him about Lex. Oh well. He’d just let him get it out of his system.
He sighed. Why the heck couldn’t they just get along? Why couldn’t Pete see that he wouldn’t hang out with Lex if he were the enormous dick Pete seemed to think he was? It was kind of insulting, is what it was-- as if Pete thought he was too stupid to tell if a person was bad or not. And Lex—he added fuel to the fire constantly by treating Pete like he was Clark’s simpleton little buddy. He had a sudden flash of Pete in a red long sleeved T-shirt and a little white boaters cap and snickered. Little Buddy.
A horn beeped, two sharp and short bursts, Pete’s signal. Car headlights swept the road and Clark came over to the drive and waited for Pete to come out.
Pete swung out of his car and waved at Clark. “Hey, Clark! Thanks for waiting for me.”
“No problem Pete, come on up to the loft?”
Pete nodded and they walked into the barn and trotted up the stairs to the Fortress. Pete looked around and shook his head. “Man, I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve been up here.” He looked around the space, there was a paperback butterflied open on the trunk that stood in for a coffee table, and the Mexican style blanket that always rode on the back of the couch was rumpled on the sagging couch cushions. There was a half empty bottle of juice on the trunk, and a pile of CD’s fanned out on the rest of the surface.
“You still come out here a lot, Clark?” Pete shoved the blanket in a corner of a couch and Clark came to sit near him.
“Yeah, I do. I read—I’ve been writing lately.”
Pete grinned. “Oh yeah? Love poetry for a certain someone?”
Clark laughed and shook his head no. “No—just stuff—what I’m thinking, stuff like that. I’m gonna keep a journal on my trip,” he grinned and Pete’s face fell.
“Yeah, listen I wanted to talk to you about that. Clark. You’re spending the whole summer in close company with guy I really don’t trust—I mean, what happens if you make a mistake?”
Clark’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Pete. “What do you mean, mistake?”
“Clark, you told me yourself that you sometimes have…strange reactions-- you know, like the floating thing? I mean, not that you’d be—but you never know—it could happen…” He looked embarrassed and avoided Clark’s eyes. “And what if you cut yourself or burn yourself, or if you should be bleeding and you don’t or if some new power comes out, and you’re stuck with a guy I’m willing to bet would dissect you to try and see what made you tick in a heart beat…”
“Look Pete, you don’t like Lex and I try to be okay with that, but please don’t say he’d hurt me, I know he never would. And if he knew about me, well, I’m sure he’d protect me—just like you have.”
“Clark, you have no idea…you think every one thinks like you, like—like—a fucking boy scout! You have no idea how he’d act if he knew, hell, I don’t know how to act sometime…sometimes I wish I didn’t know. I’m always afraid I’m going to slip--”
Clark looked stricken and grabbed Pete’s hand. “Oh no Pete. You never would. I know you never would. Don’t you see, neither would Lex? ‘Cause like it or not, you do have something in common—you both really care about me.” Clark looked so fiercely certain that Pete swallowed down anything else he had to say about Lex. He reached over and hugged Clark.
“Okay—listen, you have a good trip. Just. Please think about what I’ve said.” He held up his hands, “Okay! Okay! Not another word.” He stood and he turned to Clark again before he went down the stairs. “Go get ‘em Clark. Tell me all about the girls over there—I know you’ll be knocking them dead! I want lots of stories, and pictures would be an added bonus.” he grinned and winked and bounded down the stairs.
Clark lay back against the couch and felt exhausted. He’d had a shorter, less angst-driven conversation on this same subject with Dad…it really tired him out.
He wished other people could see Lex the way he did. Why couldn’t *they* see the little kid trying to come out; see how hard he tried to please other people, how he was always doing something nice for someone and never asking for repayment? Idiots. They all had their minds made up about him before he’d had a chance. Talk about the sins of the father…they’d definitely been visited on poor Lex.
He stood and gathered his CD’s; picked out one of the language CD’s and popped it into his player. He reached behind a couch pillow and pulled out his DVD of the forbidden movie. Once he played the DVD for Lex a few times, he’d love it too.
He snugged the player’s ear buds in and walked back to the house. He was determined that he speak at least a little bit of the languages of the countries they planned to visit. He bet any money that Lex was probably fluent in all of them, because he was such a showoff, Clark grinned.
Continued in part 4
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7/6/05 03:09 am (UTC)Three Months
One Europe
One Alien
One Billionaire
One Sound of Music DVD
*looks around*
Yep, I think we're all set!!!!!
ALL ABOAAAAAAARD!!!!!!!
*loves, adores, wants to have its little half-alien-half-billionaire babies!!*
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7/6/05 05:08 pm (UTC)