L&C Do Europe part 15
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roxyOkay, here’s the next bit and if all goes well, the next bit after this will be up tonight. I’m getting all excited, oooh! I can’t wait! Finally! *jumps up and down* ah-hem.
The previous parts are here doing the Loco-motion…awwww, no they’re not….bleergh….
And Then things Really Blew Up…
Emilio’s friend Martin drove them to the club and Clark and Lex sat quietly together in the back. Lex smiled at him whenever he looked his way, and Clark smiled back, but there was a faint line between his eyes and he looked as if he wanted to say something. Lex waited.
Clark would speak when he figured out how to say what he wanted to say. After all this time, Lex considered himself to be an excellent student of Clark.
******
The music thumped and banged, the walls of the little club literally ran in sweat, the lights jumped and throbbed and Lex felt anticipation like a tingle in his blood.
He was following Emilio and Martin through the crowds and Clark held on to the back of his belt to keep from being separated—his heart kept trying to match the thump of the bass and his lungs squeezed a bit every time Clark’s grip tightened on his belt. He turned back to look and Clark flashed a huge grin at him. He looked nervous and excited and was making no attempt whatsoever to look cool and unimpressed. Lex laughed-- in his place he would have been acting as if the club was blessed by his presence…Clark was such a sweet kid that sometimes it almost beyond belief.
He planted Clark at the edge of the dance floor and yelled in his ear that he’d be back, and he and Emilio and Martin went for drinks. He got Clark a coke and sipped at his own drink as he slithered through the crowd, letting hips and hands slide off him as he made his way back to Clark.
*****
Clark refused to dance, he knew his limits. He watched Lex, though. Lex liked dancing; Clark could see he was good at it. He danced. And danced and danced and danced…Clark sipped at his glass of coke. He’d managed to make one small glass last through four different people dancing with Lex …and the music was slowing now and what Lex was doing looked a lot less like dancing and a lot more like—“Lex!”
Lex’s head whipped around, his eyes large and his teeth bared—he looked like a panther, Clark thought, and blushed. Oh gosh, maybe he shouldn’t have sounded so urgent? Clark tentatively waved his glass in the air and Lex looked angry at first and then shook his head and laughed.
He came close to Clark and took the glass out of his hand, his fingers sliding up over Clark’s. He tilted his head in toward Clark and said, “You really don’t have to yell like you’re being eviscerated because you’re thirsty.”
Clark grinned and nodded and breathed in heavily. Lex smirked at him. “And you’re not feeling a bit repentant, are you? You realize the young woman I was dancing with was *very* friendly? And had an equally friendly and lonely girlfriend?” He smiled at Clark and Clark just—ground his teeth together.
“Don’t worry Clark, maybe we can catch up with them.” He winked and danced away through the crowds again and Clark watched his ass as he went and counted to ten.
Lex brought back fresh drinks for them and led them back towards an area stuffed with little tables and chairs and stayed instead of heading back out to the floor. That made Clark feel a lot less like unhappy.
The music was beating against his eardrums, and the heat was becoming oppressive and he was about to ask Lex to take him home, when it happened.
They saw the boy at the same time. Clark glanced over and saw that Lex was staring hard at the kid. Kid—the guy was tall, and built, with dark hair and even in the weird light Clark could see he had green, green eyes. When he laughed, perfect white teeth were framed by red lips and Clark licked his own, sharp canines dragging across his tongue—the other boy’s teeth were Hollywood perfect, his cheeks each held a spot of color and he vibrated life and sun and Clark *knew*—he knew Lex was going to go after him, fuck him. No. Not this day.
The boy was looking back, smiling… Lex was shifting away from him.
Now.
Clark quickly walked past Lex, who stopped moving as Clark did.
He walked up, introduced himself and the guy raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. Okay. He felt his heart thundering in his chest, sweat rolled down his back.
This was it. One way or another…if he had to break Lex into bits to get him to realize he was alive, he would. He didn’t care anymore. He really didn’t
******
Lex watched Clark walk to the rear exit with the boy. He felt everything he’d drunk that night curdle in his stomach and try to rise.
Obviously somewhere along the line he’d stepped into an alternate universe. Clark was leaving with that boy—he was holding hands with that boy. He had a look on his face—terrified, determined…what the fuck? When had Clark-- what happened to Lana, what happened to girls…why was he just standing here?
Move. Move now, go get him, stop him, he was about to do something wrong, something he shouldn’t be doing with a stranger. He felt a flash of hatred for Clark that burned him for a moment before draining away in a wave of guilt and sadness.
Okay wait. You know what—it’s perfectly alright, whatever Clark wants—I refuse to make it my business any more…it’s just fine…just going to stand here and feel sorry for myself and drink until I don’t feel anythi--”. Suddenly a sharp pain shot through the back of his head, he stumbled forward slightly and Emilio was yelling something at him.
Emilio…hit him? Emilio smacked him in the back of the head? He-- What the fuck? His muscles locked, fighting the urge to swing around and deck him. He breathed deeply and counted silently to himself, one, two, three, don’t kill him, don’t scream…He stared into what was left of his drink, at the growing wet spot on the front of his shirt where most of the contents of his glass had landed. I liked this shirt…
“Why?” he asked calmly.
Emilio snorted and shouted into his ear. “Don’t be stupider than you already are. Go get him, you idiot.”
“He’s… he’s a grown man, isn’t that what you keep telling me- he can make up his own fucking mind!”
“You made it up for him, you fool! He’s been sick for love of you all this time and you keep avoiding it.” He reached out and gave Lex a little shove. “I don’t know why you won’t see it and I’m as tired as Clark is, waiting for you to open your eyes. *If* you don’t go get him, he’s that boy’s tonight and trust me, he’ll never forgive you for it.”
Lex felt his whole world turn upside down. He could do it. He could change everything, Clark could be his, he could be happy, it could work… He looked at Emilio and finally just nodded and left. He couldn’t resist a glance over his shoulder; he caught a glimpse of Emilio standing on the dance floor, head down and a hand pressed over his eyes.
TBC in part 16
The previous parts are here doing the Loco-motion…awwww, no they’re not….bleergh….
And Then things Really Blew Up…
Emilio’s friend Martin drove them to the club and Clark and Lex sat quietly together in the back. Lex smiled at him whenever he looked his way, and Clark smiled back, but there was a faint line between his eyes and he looked as if he wanted to say something. Lex waited.
Clark would speak when he figured out how to say what he wanted to say. After all this time, Lex considered himself to be an excellent student of Clark.
******
The music thumped and banged, the walls of the little club literally ran in sweat, the lights jumped and throbbed and Lex felt anticipation like a tingle in his blood.
He was following Emilio and Martin through the crowds and Clark held on to the back of his belt to keep from being separated—his heart kept trying to match the thump of the bass and his lungs squeezed a bit every time Clark’s grip tightened on his belt. He turned back to look and Clark flashed a huge grin at him. He looked nervous and excited and was making no attempt whatsoever to look cool and unimpressed. Lex laughed-- in his place he would have been acting as if the club was blessed by his presence…Clark was such a sweet kid that sometimes it almost beyond belief.
He planted Clark at the edge of the dance floor and yelled in his ear that he’d be back, and he and Emilio and Martin went for drinks. He got Clark a coke and sipped at his own drink as he slithered through the crowd, letting hips and hands slide off him as he made his way back to Clark.
*****
Clark refused to dance, he knew his limits. He watched Lex, though. Lex liked dancing; Clark could see he was good at it. He danced. And danced and danced and danced…Clark sipped at his glass of coke. He’d managed to make one small glass last through four different people dancing with Lex …and the music was slowing now and what Lex was doing looked a lot less like dancing and a lot more like—“Lex!”
Lex’s head whipped around, his eyes large and his teeth bared—he looked like a panther, Clark thought, and blushed. Oh gosh, maybe he shouldn’t have sounded so urgent? Clark tentatively waved his glass in the air and Lex looked angry at first and then shook his head and laughed.
He came close to Clark and took the glass out of his hand, his fingers sliding up over Clark’s. He tilted his head in toward Clark and said, “You really don’t have to yell like you’re being eviscerated because you’re thirsty.”
Clark grinned and nodded and breathed in heavily. Lex smirked at him. “And you’re not feeling a bit repentant, are you? You realize the young woman I was dancing with was *very* friendly? And had an equally friendly and lonely girlfriend?” He smiled at Clark and Clark just—ground his teeth together.
“Don’t worry Clark, maybe we can catch up with them.” He winked and danced away through the crowds again and Clark watched his ass as he went and counted to ten.
Lex brought back fresh drinks for them and led them back towards an area stuffed with little tables and chairs and stayed instead of heading back out to the floor. That made Clark feel a lot less like unhappy.
The music was beating against his eardrums, and the heat was becoming oppressive and he was about to ask Lex to take him home, when it happened.
They saw the boy at the same time. Clark glanced over and saw that Lex was staring hard at the kid. Kid—the guy was tall, and built, with dark hair and even in the weird light Clark could see he had green, green eyes. When he laughed, perfect white teeth were framed by red lips and Clark licked his own, sharp canines dragging across his tongue—the other boy’s teeth were Hollywood perfect, his cheeks each held a spot of color and he vibrated life and sun and Clark *knew*—he knew Lex was going to go after him, fuck him. No. Not this day.
The boy was looking back, smiling… Lex was shifting away from him.
Now.
Clark quickly walked past Lex, who stopped moving as Clark did.
He walked up, introduced himself and the guy raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. Okay. He felt his heart thundering in his chest, sweat rolled down his back.
This was it. One way or another…if he had to break Lex into bits to get him to realize he was alive, he would. He didn’t care anymore. He really didn’t
******
Lex watched Clark walk to the rear exit with the boy. He felt everything he’d drunk that night curdle in his stomach and try to rise.
Obviously somewhere along the line he’d stepped into an alternate universe. Clark was leaving with that boy—he was holding hands with that boy. He had a look on his face—terrified, determined…what the fuck? When had Clark-- what happened to Lana, what happened to girls…why was he just standing here?
Move. Move now, go get him, stop him, he was about to do something wrong, something he shouldn’t be doing with a stranger. He felt a flash of hatred for Clark that burned him for a moment before draining away in a wave of guilt and sadness.
Okay wait. You know what—it’s perfectly alright, whatever Clark wants—I refuse to make it my business any more…it’s just fine…just going to stand here and feel sorry for myself and drink until I don’t feel anythi--”. Suddenly a sharp pain shot through the back of his head, he stumbled forward slightly and Emilio was yelling something at him.
Emilio…hit him? Emilio smacked him in the back of the head? He-- What the fuck? His muscles locked, fighting the urge to swing around and deck him. He breathed deeply and counted silently to himself, one, two, three, don’t kill him, don’t scream…He stared into what was left of his drink, at the growing wet spot on the front of his shirt where most of the contents of his glass had landed. I liked this shirt…
“Why?” he asked calmly.
Emilio snorted and shouted into his ear. “Don’t be stupider than you already are. Go get him, you idiot.”
“He’s… he’s a grown man, isn’t that what you keep telling me- he can make up his own fucking mind!”
“You made it up for him, you fool! He’s been sick for love of you all this time and you keep avoiding it.” He reached out and gave Lex a little shove. “I don’t know why you won’t see it and I’m as tired as Clark is, waiting for you to open your eyes. *If* you don’t go get him, he’s that boy’s tonight and trust me, he’ll never forgive you for it.”
Lex felt his whole world turn upside down. He could do it. He could change everything, Clark could be his, he could be happy, it could work… He looked at Emilio and finally just nodded and left. He couldn’t resist a glance over his shoulder; he caught a glimpse of Emilio standing on the dance floor, head down and a hand pressed over his eyes.
TBC in part 16
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