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roxyPart 1
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Part 4
A short section, my friends. I got side-tracked by Alexei, wicked little thing. Why is it that you know exactly how a thing is supposed to go and then as soon as you start working on it becomes something else? Why?
Off we go into uncharted space here--just play along and when I get it glaringly wrong, just let it go...
VII This Is Just The Beginning…
Their hotel was beautiful; though Clark was surprised Lex didn’t just buy a house or something for the summer, or rent the whole floor like movie stars were always doing.
“Well, I don’t think we need a whole floor to ourselves, do we?” Lex answered him when asked. “ And the people here know how to be discrete and unobtrusive. Contrary to what everyone seems to think, I do not toss money around like day old salad.”
Clark nodded, eyes wide in sincerity, and coughed into his fist, “Cars! Cars”
“Shut up. Besides, I’m saving the money for the villa.” He winked at Clark, and he wasn’t sure if Lex was kidding or not.
Lex said. “Come on, let’s get settled in.”
Clark stopped and looked around the room. The room they were standing in was a sitting room; there was a couch and two large club chairs flanking a high-legged coffee table, a desk in one corner and an entertainment system disguised as an antique wardrobe against one wall. Through the open-doored arch way, Clark could see a king-sized bed in a large bedroom—on the opposite wall was a door that he opened and revealed an incredible bathroom with ‘oh my gosh!’ gold fixtures and beautiful tile work and décor and the door next to that opened on a bedroom containing another desk and armoire and a queen size bed—wow! This was great.
He walked back to the first bedroom and watched Lex open his suitcase. Lex looked up when he noticed Clark was standing there. “Oh! Sorry Clark—let’s go bring your suitcase to your room.” Clark looked over his shoulder at the other bedroom and Lex smiled. “You get your own suite, Clark—one just like this all to yourself.”
Clark was disappointed. “But—but who am I going to talk to?”
Lex rolled his eyes. “Clark, I’m right here and there’s a phone and all you’ll have to do is walk down the hall…”
“No. Do I have to? Why can’t we share?”
Lex seemed startled. He looked as if he’d completely lost track of his line of thought—he opened his mouth-shut it. Opened it—shut it. “Clark, he finally said. “You—don’t you want to have your privacy?”
“What for?” Clark asked. He was puzzled and kind of…vaguely disturbed. Did Lex not want to spend time with him? Maybe he wanted too much—
Instead of arguing, Lex just smiled a little and shook his head, as if Clark were being a stubborn two-year old. Clark would have been offended but he was too pleased that he was about to get his way.
“Alright,” Lex said. He turned back to his suitcase. “Okay—you can take the other bedroom. But no blasting music at odd hours and no wild parties.”
Clark grinned. “Thanks Lex!”
He grabbed his bags and tossed them on the bed next to Lex’s. He grabbed a handful of smooth, satiny and probably really expensive wooden hangers from Lex, who raised an eyebrow but remained silent, just watching as Clark began pulling out shorts and t-shirts and a lone flannel shirt, “In case it gets cold…” Clark grinned at Lex; he knew that look, that pained long-suffering look. He had the feeling if Lex got his way, there’d be some changes in his wardrobe.
Clark bundled up his clothes and took them over to his bedroom. He grinned the whole way.
Lex thought about the contents of Clark’s suitcase, and sighed. A ton of band tees and more cargo shorts then any one person needed--and the well-washed plaid shirt that had seemed to wave coquettishly at him--if plaid flannel could be said to be coquettish….
He saw it hanging open on Clark’s body, barely defending nipples hardened by the cold, begging to be warmed…right. Barely half an hour alone with him and his libido was doing push-ups. God help him.
He smoothed the tux that he had hanging on the closet door. Prepare and plan for any eventuality, that was the Luthor family motto. Yes, just like twisted demonic boy scouts, always prepared. He smiled and pulled a few other Clark sized items from his bag and hung them next to his in the closet, resisted the momentary urge to smash the clothing together.
Clark was banging on his door not long after.
“Come on you can’t possibly still be putting clothes away! I’m hungry! Let’s go eat!”
Lex walked out of the room. “Clark, aren’t you tired?” He walked over to the balcony door and opened them, letting a breeze fill the room. Clark stared at him. Lex looked back at the boy. “You okay Clark?”
“Oh, yeah—umm…your shirt is see-through in the light. It just looked kind of…” He stopped and shrugged. “Whatever.” He bounced over to the balcony and threw his head back and forth, looking one way and then the other. “Wow! Cool! Look at the buildings—wow! Look, the Eiffel Tower! We can see it from our room!” He turned a smile, so bright, happy and so huge that for a moment Lex was convinced he'd gone blind.
Clark looked down at the street, “Wow! Look at that girl’s skirt!” There was café on the floor level of the hotel and several tables on the sidewalk. Clark looked down on a young woman seated at one of the tables, leg crossed and sipping a coffee. He admired the length of leg exposed by the skirt riding up and grinned when Lex applied an elbow to his ribs.
“I had no idea you were a voyeur,” Lex said. He tried to make it light and jokey, but he felt a sting of...frustration—something. Fuck. Was he going to have to watch Clark slobber over random girls all summer long?
Clark laughed, “I don’t think looking at someone's knees counts as voyeurism, do you?”
"It's all in how you look--" Lex crammed the moment of anger down and smiled as he moved off the balcony. “Come on then, let’s feed you.”
Continued in part 5
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
A short section, my friends. I got side-tracked by Alexei, wicked little thing. Why is it that you know exactly how a thing is supposed to go and then as soon as you start working on it becomes something else? Why?
Off we go into uncharted space here--just play along and when I get it glaringly wrong, just let it go...
VII This Is Just The Beginning…
Their hotel was beautiful; though Clark was surprised Lex didn’t just buy a house or something for the summer, or rent the whole floor like movie stars were always doing.
“Well, I don’t think we need a whole floor to ourselves, do we?” Lex answered him when asked. “ And the people here know how to be discrete and unobtrusive. Contrary to what everyone seems to think, I do not toss money around like day old salad.”
Clark nodded, eyes wide in sincerity, and coughed into his fist, “Cars! Cars”
“Shut up. Besides, I’m saving the money for the villa.” He winked at Clark, and he wasn’t sure if Lex was kidding or not.
Lex said. “Come on, let’s get settled in.”
Clark stopped and looked around the room. The room they were standing in was a sitting room; there was a couch and two large club chairs flanking a high-legged coffee table, a desk in one corner and an entertainment system disguised as an antique wardrobe against one wall. Through the open-doored arch way, Clark could see a king-sized bed in a large bedroom—on the opposite wall was a door that he opened and revealed an incredible bathroom with ‘oh my gosh!’ gold fixtures and beautiful tile work and décor and the door next to that opened on a bedroom containing another desk and armoire and a queen size bed—wow! This was great.
He walked back to the first bedroom and watched Lex open his suitcase. Lex looked up when he noticed Clark was standing there. “Oh! Sorry Clark—let’s go bring your suitcase to your room.” Clark looked over his shoulder at the other bedroom and Lex smiled. “You get your own suite, Clark—one just like this all to yourself.”
Clark was disappointed. “But—but who am I going to talk to?”
Lex rolled his eyes. “Clark, I’m right here and there’s a phone and all you’ll have to do is walk down the hall…”
“No. Do I have to? Why can’t we share?”
Lex seemed startled. He looked as if he’d completely lost track of his line of thought—he opened his mouth-shut it. Opened it—shut it. “Clark, he finally said. “You—don’t you want to have your privacy?”
“What for?” Clark asked. He was puzzled and kind of…vaguely disturbed. Did Lex not want to spend time with him? Maybe he wanted too much—
Instead of arguing, Lex just smiled a little and shook his head, as if Clark were being a stubborn two-year old. Clark would have been offended but he was too pleased that he was about to get his way.
“Alright,” Lex said. He turned back to his suitcase. “Okay—you can take the other bedroom. But no blasting music at odd hours and no wild parties.”
Clark grinned. “Thanks Lex!”
He grabbed his bags and tossed them on the bed next to Lex’s. He grabbed a handful of smooth, satiny and probably really expensive wooden hangers from Lex, who raised an eyebrow but remained silent, just watching as Clark began pulling out shorts and t-shirts and a lone flannel shirt, “In case it gets cold…” Clark grinned at Lex; he knew that look, that pained long-suffering look. He had the feeling if Lex got his way, there’d be some changes in his wardrobe.
Clark bundled up his clothes and took them over to his bedroom. He grinned the whole way.
Lex thought about the contents of Clark’s suitcase, and sighed. A ton of band tees and more cargo shorts then any one person needed--and the well-washed plaid shirt that had seemed to wave coquettishly at him--if plaid flannel could be said to be coquettish….
He saw it hanging open on Clark’s body, barely defending nipples hardened by the cold, begging to be warmed…right. Barely half an hour alone with him and his libido was doing push-ups. God help him.
He smoothed the tux that he had hanging on the closet door. Prepare and plan for any eventuality, that was the Luthor family motto. Yes, just like twisted demonic boy scouts, always prepared. He smiled and pulled a few other Clark sized items from his bag and hung them next to his in the closet, resisted the momentary urge to smash the clothing together.
Clark was banging on his door not long after.
“Come on you can’t possibly still be putting clothes away! I’m hungry! Let’s go eat!”
Lex walked out of the room. “Clark, aren’t you tired?” He walked over to the balcony door and opened them, letting a breeze fill the room. Clark stared at him. Lex looked back at the boy. “You okay Clark?”
“Oh, yeah—umm…your shirt is see-through in the light. It just looked kind of…” He stopped and shrugged. “Whatever.” He bounced over to the balcony and threw his head back and forth, looking one way and then the other. “Wow! Cool! Look at the buildings—wow! Look, the Eiffel Tower! We can see it from our room!” He turned a smile, so bright, happy and so huge that for a moment Lex was convinced he'd gone blind.
Clark looked down at the street, “Wow! Look at that girl’s skirt!” There was café on the floor level of the hotel and several tables on the sidewalk. Clark looked down on a young woman seated at one of the tables, leg crossed and sipping a coffee. He admired the length of leg exposed by the skirt riding up and grinned when Lex applied an elbow to his ribs.
“I had no idea you were a voyeur,” Lex said. He tried to make it light and jokey, but he felt a sting of...frustration—something. Fuck. Was he going to have to watch Clark slobber over random girls all summer long?
Clark laughed, “I don’t think looking at someone's knees counts as voyeurism, do you?”
"It's all in how you look--" Lex crammed the moment of anger down and smiled as he moved off the balcony. “Come on then, let’s feed you.”
Continued in part 5
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