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roxyPart 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
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mecurtin for her help! This part is rated “awwww! It’s clean!”
Bon Voyage, oh City of Lights! Next stop....
XII Okay, What Happened Was…
Marlene soared into the room, bright, cheerful, perfectly turned out and gorgeous. She had a new packet of information, two cups of coffee and an obnoxiously happy smile, Lex snarled at her and rethought his original decision to hire her away from LuthorCorp, instead he mulled over the idea of putting a hit on her. She chattered on about the itinerary, the plan for lodgings in Italy and miscellaneous odds and ends as she pulled open the curtains covering the balcony door. Lex made a sound like a distressed pirate and covered his flaming eyes. He dropped his head between his hands and breathed to the rhythm of his throbbing head. A few more minutes and this pain would be a memory but it was intense while it lasted. He knew that the amount of drinking he’d indulged in *should* make him suffer for most of the day but at least Smallville had given him something when it took his hair—after a ton of tests and lots of experimentation, controlled and…casual…he knew that he’d gained a gift of healing quickly, from the colds that he really never got anymore, all the way to life-threatening illness and accidents. And, as he found out in his misspent youth, the ability to quickly recover from the world’s most ass kicking wish-you –were- dead-hangovers with little after-affects.
He hoped deeply and sincerely that The Twins were drowning in their own puke, but, he mused sadly, he never got what he wished for.
“Marlene, I’m going to meet the car. Wake Clark up and get him ready. Please.”
She nodded and watched him get his jacket. He appreciated that she asked no questions. Maybe he’d hold off on that hit.
He rode the elevator down and thought about what he was going to say to Clark. He didn’t want to explain why he did what he did, or ask any questions, and he certainly wasn’t about to let him know he was practically bowed over under the weight of tremendous guilt.
Clark—a virgin. He should have known. hoped he was Clark was so unbelievably naïve, he should have known he was a virgin, but those sharks--they zeroed right in on that.
If he hadn’t been so weak and self-centered, Clark wouldn’t have been in that position. That wasn’t the way to lose one’s virginity—he knew from experience it wasn’t the way. He snarled to himself. What happened last night wasn’t seduction—it was practically rape….
Lex strode across the hotel lobby, his steps muffled in the thick carpet, out to the front steps. The sunlight wasn’t quiet as acidicly bright, and his head throbbed less rhythmically now.
Damn. The fault was his alone. He was tired of being alone, that’s what brought it on. Tired of constantly holding his true feelings in, tired of pretending to Clark and himself that friendship was all he wanted. And then those—those sharks showed up and he was just so damn horny and hell, they were very pretty in bed. He shrugged, and froze at a small sound drifting over his shoulder.
Ah.
He’d been having these thoughts out loud. All right then. Don’t look left or right, steady on, act superior…Lex sneered slightly at the young man holding a handful of newspapers. “Paper, sir?” the kid asked with a grin.
Lex lifted an eyebrow and tried to look completely disinterested, walked away and the kid snickered.
Yvette—bitch. She’d seen his interest—oh shit. Be honest. His absolute *lust*-- for Clark in the first few minutes she’d met him. Of course she had to jump in and try to bag him. And Alain…if he hadn’t kept him busy, Lex had no doubt he’d have made it farther than his sister did. Clark being straight wouldn’t have hindered that little monster one bit—he could talk a nun out of her panties. He knew, he’d been there….
He climbed into the car and waited for Marlene to bring Clark. The door opened and Clark climbed inside, expression like a Kansas storm and Marlene looked a little less perfectly polished. If it was at all possible, Lex thought, one might even say she was the tiniest bit frazzled.
“Lex,” Clark started, “she won’t let me bring my bag!”
Lex looked at Marlene, eyebrows raised in question.
“I tried to explain to him sir, that the bags would follow but he refused to believe me—he insisted on asking you, and he wouldn’t leave his suitcase--”
Clark grinned in triumph as Lex looked out the open door and saw a strangely lumpy looking suitcase on the curb.
“Ah. Marlene, don’t worry.” There was no way she could have known that it was a losing battle the moment Clark decided to fight.
“Clark,” he said slowly and clearly. “Why didn’t you call me on your phone?”
Clark looked momentarily confused. And then, “…Oh. Yeah. Um.”
Marlene looked at Clark, wearing her own expression of triumph and Lex asked her, again in the patient tones of a man dealing with not necessarily dangerous lunatics, “Why didn’t *you* call me?” She lost it completely for a moment, her mouth gaped, closed and she blinked.
Les looked at both of them, and shook his head. “Thank you Marlene, I trust you can handle the bag.” He ignored Clark’s yelp of ‘Lex! No!’ and signaled for her to close the car door.
“Clark, our luggage will be at our next place of residence, relax. Seriously, I mean for you to relax, okay. And about last night….
******
Clark wanted to die. Don’t talk about last night, don’t talk about it, please don’t talk about it! Yes?” He forced a look of irritation, huffed ferociously and Lex sighed.
“You can’t drink. Don’t drink. Drinking is not your friend, especially as long as you’re with me. I shouldn’t have indulged myself, I know better…” Lex looked enormously pained and closed his eyes momentarily before continuing. “ I promised to bring you back to your parents in one piece and I mean to do it.”
Clark blushed, felt like an idiot. Drinking was so not his friend. His eyes ached and his sinuses felt like they were packed with ground glass. He wondered if his reaction had something to do with his alien metabolism. No one should have gotten that drunk that fast on a few sips of wine…he refocused on Lex and glowered. “Is this about last night--I mean Yvette?” He blushed deeper and growled more. “I’m old enough—past old enough, geez, I’m the last virgin in Smallville for cripes sake!” He blushed impossibly redder, his cheeks and his chin, his nose and ears and his neck were all flaming red, he could see himself in the mirrored glass separating the driver from the passengers…fuck! And blushed more… “Besides of all people, you should understand! You should be trying to get me laid!” hey…was *Lex* blushing? "I mean, what were you, like-- fifteen, sixteen the first time?”
“Thirteen and it was horribly wrong and this isn’t about me,” Lex began, and Clark broke in with a high-pitched yelp of outrage.
“*Thirteen*! Thirteen! And I’m eighteen! *Eighteen* do you hear me? And last night was the closest…”
Lex looked ill, and when he spoke, instead of yelling or getting that deadly quiet voice that meant, ‘I’m one step from gutting you like a trout’, he sounded…sad.
“Clark, do you want to spend the rest of your summer screwing girls across the continent, is that it? Is that all you wanted from this trip?”
“No!—I mean--no! ” In his mind Clark shouted not girls—you! I want you, damn it!
Lex just stared, looking every bit as sad and tired as he sounded. Clark huffed again and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. He could hear Lex moving about on the seat opposite him, the click of his briefcase opening. He must have had it in the car, he thought. He wasn’t supposed to have it with him…he could hear the tap tapping of his fingers on his laptop keypad. Great, now he’s working—it’s my fault, I pissed him off and now he’s going to spend the rest of the time working and how do I tell him, how can I make him want me like he wanted Alain?
If he weren’t eighteen and a man, he’d cry. Crap.
Lex sighed, and Clark’s heart skipped a beat. look at me--I'm right here…
Continued in part 10.
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Thanks to
mecurtin for her help! This part is rated “awwww! It’s clean!”Bon Voyage, oh City of Lights! Next stop....
XII Okay, What Happened Was…
Marlene soared into the room, bright, cheerful, perfectly turned out and gorgeous. She had a new packet of information, two cups of coffee and an obnoxiously happy smile, Lex snarled at her and rethought his original decision to hire her away from LuthorCorp, instead he mulled over the idea of putting a hit on her. She chattered on about the itinerary, the plan for lodgings in Italy and miscellaneous odds and ends as she pulled open the curtains covering the balcony door. Lex made a sound like a distressed pirate and covered his flaming eyes. He dropped his head between his hands and breathed to the rhythm of his throbbing head. A few more minutes and this pain would be a memory but it was intense while it lasted. He knew that the amount of drinking he’d indulged in *should* make him suffer for most of the day but at least Smallville had given him something when it took his hair—after a ton of tests and lots of experimentation, controlled and…casual…he knew that he’d gained a gift of healing quickly, from the colds that he really never got anymore, all the way to life-threatening illness and accidents. And, as he found out in his misspent youth, the ability to quickly recover from the world’s most ass kicking wish-you –were- dead-hangovers with little after-affects.
He hoped deeply and sincerely that The Twins were drowning in their own puke, but, he mused sadly, he never got what he wished for.
“Marlene, I’m going to meet the car. Wake Clark up and get him ready. Please.”
She nodded and watched him get his jacket. He appreciated that she asked no questions. Maybe he’d hold off on that hit.
He rode the elevator down and thought about what he was going to say to Clark. He didn’t want to explain why he did what he did, or ask any questions, and he certainly wasn’t about to let him know he was practically bowed over under the weight of tremendous guilt.
Clark—a virgin. He should have known. hoped he was Clark was so unbelievably naïve, he should have known he was a virgin, but those sharks--they zeroed right in on that.
If he hadn’t been so weak and self-centered, Clark wouldn’t have been in that position. That wasn’t the way to lose one’s virginity—he knew from experience it wasn’t the way. He snarled to himself. What happened last night wasn’t seduction—it was practically rape….
Lex strode across the hotel lobby, his steps muffled in the thick carpet, out to the front steps. The sunlight wasn’t quiet as acidicly bright, and his head throbbed less rhythmically now.
Damn. The fault was his alone. He was tired of being alone, that’s what brought it on. Tired of constantly holding his true feelings in, tired of pretending to Clark and himself that friendship was all he wanted. And then those—those sharks showed up and he was just so damn horny and hell, they were very pretty in bed. He shrugged, and froze at a small sound drifting over his shoulder.
Ah.
He’d been having these thoughts out loud. All right then. Don’t look left or right, steady on, act superior…Lex sneered slightly at the young man holding a handful of newspapers. “Paper, sir?” the kid asked with a grin.
Lex lifted an eyebrow and tried to look completely disinterested, walked away and the kid snickered.
Yvette—bitch. She’d seen his interest—oh shit. Be honest. His absolute *lust*-- for Clark in the first few minutes she’d met him. Of course she had to jump in and try to bag him. And Alain…if he hadn’t kept him busy, Lex had no doubt he’d have made it farther than his sister did. Clark being straight wouldn’t have hindered that little monster one bit—he could talk a nun out of her panties. He knew, he’d been there….
He climbed into the car and waited for Marlene to bring Clark. The door opened and Clark climbed inside, expression like a Kansas storm and Marlene looked a little less perfectly polished. If it was at all possible, Lex thought, one might even say she was the tiniest bit frazzled.
“Lex,” Clark started, “she won’t let me bring my bag!”
Lex looked at Marlene, eyebrows raised in question.
“I tried to explain to him sir, that the bags would follow but he refused to believe me—he insisted on asking you, and he wouldn’t leave his suitcase--”
Clark grinned in triumph as Lex looked out the open door and saw a strangely lumpy looking suitcase on the curb.
“Ah. Marlene, don’t worry.” There was no way she could have known that it was a losing battle the moment Clark decided to fight.
“Clark,” he said slowly and clearly. “Why didn’t you call me on your phone?”
Clark looked momentarily confused. And then, “…Oh. Yeah. Um.”
Marlene looked at Clark, wearing her own expression of triumph and Lex asked her, again in the patient tones of a man dealing with not necessarily dangerous lunatics, “Why didn’t *you* call me?” She lost it completely for a moment, her mouth gaped, closed and she blinked.
Les looked at both of them, and shook his head. “Thank you Marlene, I trust you can handle the bag.” He ignored Clark’s yelp of ‘Lex! No!’ and signaled for her to close the car door.
“Clark, our luggage will be at our next place of residence, relax. Seriously, I mean for you to relax, okay. And about last night….
******
Clark wanted to die. Don’t talk about last night, don’t talk about it, please don’t talk about it! Yes?” He forced a look of irritation, huffed ferociously and Lex sighed.
“You can’t drink. Don’t drink. Drinking is not your friend, especially as long as you’re with me. I shouldn’t have indulged myself, I know better…” Lex looked enormously pained and closed his eyes momentarily before continuing. “ I promised to bring you back to your parents in one piece and I mean to do it.”
Clark blushed, felt like an idiot. Drinking was so not his friend. His eyes ached and his sinuses felt like they were packed with ground glass. He wondered if his reaction had something to do with his alien metabolism. No one should have gotten that drunk that fast on a few sips of wine…he refocused on Lex and glowered. “Is this about last night--I mean Yvette?” He blushed deeper and growled more. “I’m old enough—past old enough, geez, I’m the last virgin in Smallville for cripes sake!” He blushed impossibly redder, his cheeks and his chin, his nose and ears and his neck were all flaming red, he could see himself in the mirrored glass separating the driver from the passengers…fuck! And blushed more… “Besides of all people, you should understand! You should be trying to get me laid!” hey…was *Lex* blushing? "I mean, what were you, like-- fifteen, sixteen the first time?”
“Thirteen and it was horribly wrong and this isn’t about me,” Lex began, and Clark broke in with a high-pitched yelp of outrage.
“*Thirteen*! Thirteen! And I’m eighteen! *Eighteen* do you hear me? And last night was the closest…”
Lex looked ill, and when he spoke, instead of yelling or getting that deadly quiet voice that meant, ‘I’m one step from gutting you like a trout’, he sounded…sad.
“Clark, do you want to spend the rest of your summer screwing girls across the continent, is that it? Is that all you wanted from this trip?”
“No!—I mean--no! ” In his mind Clark shouted not girls—you! I want you, damn it!
Lex just stared, looking every bit as sad and tired as he sounded. Clark huffed again and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. He could hear Lex moving about on the seat opposite him, the click of his briefcase opening. He must have had it in the car, he thought. He wasn’t supposed to have it with him…he could hear the tap tapping of his fingers on his laptop keypad. Great, now he’s working—it’s my fault, I pissed him off and now he’s going to spend the rest of the time working and how do I tell him, how can I make him want me like he wanted Alain?
If he weren’t eighteen and a man, he’d cry. Crap.
Lex sighed, and Clark’s heart skipped a beat. look at me--I'm right here…
Continued in part 10.
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7/15/05 08:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
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7/15/05 11:46 am (UTC)If only Lex knew Clark wanted it to be him ;) Guilty-feeling Lex is a fine thing!
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7/15/05 04:55 pm (UTC)Sometimes it 's hard to realize a bit might be confusing because it's so clear in your head. *Embarrassedgrin*
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7/15/05 12:29 pm (UTC)Poor Clark, he'll have to knock Lex down and beat him to the floor to get any action now that Lex has gone into Sad and Noble mode *G*.
I love this!
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7/15/05 04:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/15/05 12:42 pm (UTC)*happy sigh* And you know what? Lex should *so* be trying to get Clark laid. *kicks him*
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7/15/05 03:36 pm (UTC)*sigh and sniffle*
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7/15/05 04:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/15/05 04:03 pm (UTC)*stands back*
*smacks them both upside the head*
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7/15/05 04:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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7/15/05 06:10 pm (UTC)Hmmmm...will folks be angry if he does go home virgin?
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7/15/05 05:59 pm (UTC)Why are you so mean!!
*sniffle*
Poor boys.
And, you know, Clark really is still a virgin. He didn't actually get to DO anything.
Heh.
Poor guy.
*sniffle*
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7/15/05 06:16 pm (UTC)And Clark is still technically a virgin and pretty pissed offf about it too!
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7/15/05 10:24 pm (UTC)*big hugs*
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7/17/05 07:56 pm (UTC)my poor babies!
cry clark! then maybe lex will get on the clue bus!
poor boys! can't wait 4 more!
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7/18/05 04:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
7/18/05 06:32 am (UTC)I'm about to click on the next part and looking forward to it. And I loved how Clark wanted to keep his luggage close -- so adorable.
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7/24/05 01:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/23/05 06:36 am (UTC)My favorite line was
that deadly quiet voice that meant, ‘I’m one step from gutting you like a trout’, LOL!
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7/24/05 01:44 pm (UTC)