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STORY TIME!
The bombs whistled over head, and they ducked into the mud of the foxhole.
"We're not gonna make it,Sarge!" yelled Private Kent.His big green eyes locked on the blue-grey orbs in front of him.
"Stow that kind of talk,Kent! We''ll make it, you and me and Bronx, and Izzy and Jefferson Washington and.." Private Kent silenced him with a kiss." Shut up, Sarge." he whispered. Sargent Luthor smiled at him." We'll get you back home Smallville."
Oh, wait. Not *that* story!
Whitney! Hearing his voice was so strange. The last time he’d talked to him was before he left for the service, and actually, they’d gotten pretty well pissed. Clark wasn’t totally sure what happened that night; he wasn’t sure how he felt to be hearing from Whitney now. Clark almost missed what he was saying to him in the flood of memories Whitney’s voice unleashed.
“…Get together while I’m home? I’d really like to see you.” Clark coughed and looked over at Lex who looked a little bored and stiffly polite. It seemed that the lovable dork of a moment ago had been replaced by *Mr. Luthor*. As Clark tried to figure out what happened, Lex looked at his watch and glanced at the door and that was all it took to send the Kent temper flaring. Staring pointedly at Lex, he answered Whitney, “ Hey, I’d love to go to dinner with you…or you could come here for dinner.” He looked at Lex with eyebrows raised in question and he nodded slightly and shrugged. ‘Total disinterest! What a fucking asshole. And yes I mean just that!’ He turned his back to Lex and concluded his conversation. He became aware of a strange noise just at the edge of his enhanced hearing, a grinding noise, but when he turned again to look at Lex, it stopped. Just before he hung up Whitney said something that made him laugh, and he glanced at Lex *see, some people like me* but Lex was gesturing that he had to go, he got his coat and waved goodbye and was gone before Clark could even draw a breath. Clark growled. “Whitney? Are you still there? Good. Hey, you know what, can you come now? Great, ok, fifteen minutes is fine for me.”
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Lex was still grinding his teeth on the elevator ride down. The effort that it had taken not to jump up and pound that phone to bits had really cost him. He was furious, hurt and feeling stupider than ever. He’d felt like Clark and he were getting somewhere, or was he lying to himself, seeing things that weren’t there? Or was his karma that sucky that the universe was personally kicking every square inch of his ass? People on the street gave him a wide berth, here was a man, their expressions seemed to say, who was about to explode. Or worse, grab them by the collar and unload whatever terrible tale created that mood. Lex practically threw himself in front of a cab, yanking open the door before it quite came to a full stop and barked out directions to home. He stuffed himself into the back seat, slouching down and scowling ferociously. He was going to war. He was not losing, and that fucking kid was not going to drive him insane. Pushing down the tiny bloom of guilt for combining his Clark with an obscenity, he lay back and began to spin complicated and devious plans to win the day, and the boy.
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Whitney was as good as his word and was at Clark’s door in fifteen minutes. Clark had to admit, the service was good to him. He looked better than ever, his smile made Clark’s stomach tingle. And yeah, that military cut looked good on him. He blushed to find himself wondering how it would feel under his hands, against his cheek. For a moment Clark was appalled at his unfaithfulness, and then mentally slapped himself extra hard,*Lex is not your …anything!
How can you be unfaithful to someone that barely acknowledges your existence?*
Whitney looked at Clark, and smiled a little “Clark, is it ok if I come in?”
“Oh, gosh, come in! I’m sorry,” Clark backed up to give Whitney room to come in. They made their way back to the living room, and Whitney whistled when he saw the entertainment setup. “Wow, Kent! You must be doing pretty good for yourself! “ He gave Clark a big grin and took in the rest of the living space. “ Really good. This is quite some place!” Clark blushed red and stammered a bit as he admitted to Whitney that the apartment wasn’t his and then hastily explained the situation when Whitney got the ‘Oh. That’s how you have this great place’ look. Whitney looked so relieved that Clark couldn’t help but laugh, which set Whitney off and the two of them got caught up in a mutual laughing fit. Laughter was good, sharing without the talking and possible discomfort, a way of connecting again. They ended up on the floor, tangled up and giggling like little kids. Whitney found himself nearly on top of Clark, his faces inches from his, so close he could feel his breath on his lips, so close it was painful to look into Clark’s eyes, so close he couldn’t keep his own eyes open, or stop his lips from parting. Clark looked up into Whitney’s face and felt drawn to him, the look on his face magnetic, angelic, he had to cover Whitney’ lips with his, stroke them with his tongue. Stroke inside and feel the heat in his mouth, wetter as Whitney pressed back, opening wider and sucking Clark’s lip in, nipping and licking and pulling Clark in deeper and harder. They broke apart, both of them breathing hard and grinning like loons at each other.
“ Man!” Clark laughed a little shakily. “ Um, I really didn’t expect that…”
“ What, being molested in your living room? Or that I’m a ok kisser?” Whitney grinned back. Clark scrubbed his hands over Whitney’s hair, and nearly purred in pleasure. “ Oh, you’re a lot better than ok, believe me! And after dinner, you get to show me what else you can do! “
“ Wow, Kent! Kinda bold! What happened to that shy kid I used to know?”
“He grew up,” Clark snapped out. Whitney wanted to smack himself. *ok, not going to go there right now. I’m not going to kill the mood, Lord don’t let the mood be dead! * He opened his mouth to apologize but Clark waved him off. “Don’t pay attention to me, it’s been an…interesting year for me. Let’s eat?”
The little rough patch was forgotten as they ate and drank and talked about old times and a certain billionaire playboy and in general acted like kids without a care in the world. Regression was total as Whitney demonstrated how far he could spray a jet of ice-tea, unfortunately while facing Clark, who couldn’t let the affront go unchallenged and eventually more food and drink were on the outside than the inside.
Clark channeled his mom as he struggled to get the living room back into pre-food fight shape *Lex will have cow if he sees this mess* and the two of them ended up sitting on the floor, legs stretched wide in front of them and backs against the sofa. “ Don’t you think we look like some gay porn video?” Whitney asked as he wiped his hand down his bare chest.
“ Maybe if I didn’t have to wash all that stuff, I’d feel a little porny-er,” Clark grumped. Whitney rolled the t-shirt Clark lent him into a ball and tossed it at him. He got a challenging look in his eyes and said “ Kent, it’s my *duty* to make you feel porny. I feel that if we’re sitting here half naked, it’s just wrong not to take advantage.” He nodded in a serious way that had Clark trying not to laugh. “Yes,” he continued “You must fall victim to my seductive wiles. Wides? Wills?” He let out a breathless laugh when Clark threw himself on top of him.
“ Less talk, more sex,” he growled. He nuzzled into Whitney’s neck, nibbling and sucking until Whitney stopped chuckling and began to breathe a little rougher. They rolled together, away from the sofa and ending with Whitney resting full length on top of Clark. He could feel that Clark was as hard as he was, the heat from him made Whitney feel like he was burning, and every shift in position made him groan. Clark wrapped his arms around him, pressing his big hands into the small of Whitney’s back, pressing their dicks together and began moving purposefully, sending shock after shock shooting into his groin, and pushing helpless gasps out of him. Clark rolled them both so that he was on top and licked his way down Whitney’s neck and across his collarbones, nipping there a bit when Whitney groaned at the touch. Clark kept moving down, sucking a red trail down to his belly. Whitney jerked and grunted and panted as Clark worked over him, till he couldn’t stand it, “ Clark! Clark! Stop! “ He pushed him back and Clark began to apologize, but Whitney just shook his head and began pulling at the waistband of his jeans. “Off, off!” God! I can’t even put a sentence together…Oh! Before he could really gather his thoughts Clark was kneeling before him and pulling his jeans and boxers down and off and then stripping himself and he was hard and wow, big, …nice…He reached out to Clark and stroked his shaking hand along his dick. Clark’s eyes closed and he pushed into Whitney’s hand with a small sigh, pumping once, twice.” Oh, it’s …that’s nice’” he breathed out when Whitney kissed the tip and rolled his tongue around the head. Whitney coaxed Clark into his mouth, wrapped his hands around his hips and sucked harder when he groaned. Clark pressed his hands against Whitney’s cheeks, savored the feeling of his muscles working around him. “ Ah, stop, stop now…” He pulled out as Whitney gazed at him, his eyes a little glazed. “ What, did I not…” Clark folded over him. “ You were perfect, wonderful, but I want to do this.” His hand wrapped around Whitney and he bent down to kiss the head of his dick. Whitney jerked. and Clark took him in all the way, and Whitney’s hips lifted from the floor Oh. My God! Clark’s sucking me! Holy shit! Whitney panted, then moaned, he groaned louder and louder until he was yelling and telling Clark in great detail that he was a prince, a god, a fucking amazing cocksucker and then came in a shaking wailing rush. When he floated up out of the daze, he was aware of a seriously goofy grin on his face, Clark’s very warm head on his thigh and an insistent banging. What the hell…the door? “ Hey, Kent. Some ones at your door, man.” He jiggled his leg a bit until Clark rolled an eye up at him. “ I know that, Whitney, it’s a crazy person, pay no attention.”
By now Whitney had figured out who the crazy person was, said crazy person shouting out their name while pounding on the door. He slithered out from under Clark, and hurriedly dressed. Clark sighed and did the same.
“Look Clark, you need to deal with this head on. Be a man; step up to the plate, blah blah…You know what I mean. Work it out or not, but deal with it,” He leaned into Clark and kissed him lightly on the lips. “ And if it doesn’t work out, maybe you could call me…” He squared his shoulders and prepared to walk through the door when it flew open and a red-faced Lex scrambled in, keys in his hand. He glared at Clark as Whitney waved at him and made good his escape. Clark glared right back, and stared pointedly at the keys in Lex’s hand. He shook them at Clark and snapped out “ I lied! I do that sometimes!”
“ You made my guest leave!”
“ Is that what they’re calling them these days!”
“ What are you trying to imply, oh, you know what? Shut up!”
“ You shut up! “ Clark looked at him and stalked foreword and for a moment, Lex felt a shiver of fear, but Clark passed him and shut the door.
“ Lex, what the fuck is your problem?”
"We're not gonna make it,Sarge!" yelled Private Kent.His big green eyes locked on the blue-grey orbs in front of him.
"Stow that kind of talk,Kent! We''ll make it, you and me and Bronx, and Izzy and Jefferson Washington and.." Private Kent silenced him with a kiss." Shut up, Sarge." he whispered. Sargent Luthor smiled at him." We'll get you back home Smallville."
Oh, wait. Not *that* story!
Whitney! Hearing his voice was so strange. The last time he’d talked to him was before he left for the service, and actually, they’d gotten pretty well pissed. Clark wasn’t totally sure what happened that night; he wasn’t sure how he felt to be hearing from Whitney now. Clark almost missed what he was saying to him in the flood of memories Whitney’s voice unleashed.
“…Get together while I’m home? I’d really like to see you.” Clark coughed and looked over at Lex who looked a little bored and stiffly polite. It seemed that the lovable dork of a moment ago had been replaced by *Mr. Luthor*. As Clark tried to figure out what happened, Lex looked at his watch and glanced at the door and that was all it took to send the Kent temper flaring. Staring pointedly at Lex, he answered Whitney, “ Hey, I’d love to go to dinner with you…or you could come here for dinner.” He looked at Lex with eyebrows raised in question and he nodded slightly and shrugged. ‘Total disinterest! What a fucking asshole. And yes I mean just that!’ He turned his back to Lex and concluded his conversation. He became aware of a strange noise just at the edge of his enhanced hearing, a grinding noise, but when he turned again to look at Lex, it stopped. Just before he hung up Whitney said something that made him laugh, and he glanced at Lex *see, some people like me* but Lex was gesturing that he had to go, he got his coat and waved goodbye and was gone before Clark could even draw a breath. Clark growled. “Whitney? Are you still there? Good. Hey, you know what, can you come now? Great, ok, fifteen minutes is fine for me.”
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Lex was still grinding his teeth on the elevator ride down. The effort that it had taken not to jump up and pound that phone to bits had really cost him. He was furious, hurt and feeling stupider than ever. He’d felt like Clark and he were getting somewhere, or was he lying to himself, seeing things that weren’t there? Or was his karma that sucky that the universe was personally kicking every square inch of his ass? People on the street gave him a wide berth, here was a man, their expressions seemed to say, who was about to explode. Or worse, grab them by the collar and unload whatever terrible tale created that mood. Lex practically threw himself in front of a cab, yanking open the door before it quite came to a full stop and barked out directions to home. He stuffed himself into the back seat, slouching down and scowling ferociously. He was going to war. He was not losing, and that fucking kid was not going to drive him insane. Pushing down the tiny bloom of guilt for combining his Clark with an obscenity, he lay back and began to spin complicated and devious plans to win the day, and the boy.
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Whitney was as good as his word and was at Clark’s door in fifteen minutes. Clark had to admit, the service was good to him. He looked better than ever, his smile made Clark’s stomach tingle. And yeah, that military cut looked good on him. He blushed to find himself wondering how it would feel under his hands, against his cheek. For a moment Clark was appalled at his unfaithfulness, and then mentally slapped himself extra hard,*Lex is not your …anything!
How can you be unfaithful to someone that barely acknowledges your existence?*
Whitney looked at Clark, and smiled a little “Clark, is it ok if I come in?”
“Oh, gosh, come in! I’m sorry,” Clark backed up to give Whitney room to come in. They made their way back to the living room, and Whitney whistled when he saw the entertainment setup. “Wow, Kent! You must be doing pretty good for yourself! “ He gave Clark a big grin and took in the rest of the living space. “ Really good. This is quite some place!” Clark blushed red and stammered a bit as he admitted to Whitney that the apartment wasn’t his and then hastily explained the situation when Whitney got the ‘Oh. That’s how you have this great place’ look. Whitney looked so relieved that Clark couldn’t help but laugh, which set Whitney off and the two of them got caught up in a mutual laughing fit. Laughter was good, sharing without the talking and possible discomfort, a way of connecting again. They ended up on the floor, tangled up and giggling like little kids. Whitney found himself nearly on top of Clark, his faces inches from his, so close he could feel his breath on his lips, so close it was painful to look into Clark’s eyes, so close he couldn’t keep his own eyes open, or stop his lips from parting. Clark looked up into Whitney’s face and felt drawn to him, the look on his face magnetic, angelic, he had to cover Whitney’ lips with his, stroke them with his tongue. Stroke inside and feel the heat in his mouth, wetter as Whitney pressed back, opening wider and sucking Clark’s lip in, nipping and licking and pulling Clark in deeper and harder. They broke apart, both of them breathing hard and grinning like loons at each other.
“ Man!” Clark laughed a little shakily. “ Um, I really didn’t expect that…”
“ What, being molested in your living room? Or that I’m a ok kisser?” Whitney grinned back. Clark scrubbed his hands over Whitney’s hair, and nearly purred in pleasure. “ Oh, you’re a lot better than ok, believe me! And after dinner, you get to show me what else you can do! “
“ Wow, Kent! Kinda bold! What happened to that shy kid I used to know?”
“He grew up,” Clark snapped out. Whitney wanted to smack himself. *ok, not going to go there right now. I’m not going to kill the mood, Lord don’t let the mood be dead! * He opened his mouth to apologize but Clark waved him off. “Don’t pay attention to me, it’s been an…interesting year for me. Let’s eat?”
The little rough patch was forgotten as they ate and drank and talked about old times and a certain billionaire playboy and in general acted like kids without a care in the world. Regression was total as Whitney demonstrated how far he could spray a jet of ice-tea, unfortunately while facing Clark, who couldn’t let the affront go unchallenged and eventually more food and drink were on the outside than the inside.
Clark channeled his mom as he struggled to get the living room back into pre-food fight shape *Lex will have cow if he sees this mess* and the two of them ended up sitting on the floor, legs stretched wide in front of them and backs against the sofa. “ Don’t you think we look like some gay porn video?” Whitney asked as he wiped his hand down his bare chest.
“ Maybe if I didn’t have to wash all that stuff, I’d feel a little porny-er,” Clark grumped. Whitney rolled the t-shirt Clark lent him into a ball and tossed it at him. He got a challenging look in his eyes and said “ Kent, it’s my *duty* to make you feel porny. I feel that if we’re sitting here half naked, it’s just wrong not to take advantage.” He nodded in a serious way that had Clark trying not to laugh. “Yes,” he continued “You must fall victim to my seductive wiles. Wides? Wills?” He let out a breathless laugh when Clark threw himself on top of him.
“ Less talk, more sex,” he growled. He nuzzled into Whitney’s neck, nibbling and sucking until Whitney stopped chuckling and began to breathe a little rougher. They rolled together, away from the sofa and ending with Whitney resting full length on top of Clark. He could feel that Clark was as hard as he was, the heat from him made Whitney feel like he was burning, and every shift in position made him groan. Clark wrapped his arms around him, pressing his big hands into the small of Whitney’s back, pressing their dicks together and began moving purposefully, sending shock after shock shooting into his groin, and pushing helpless gasps out of him. Clark rolled them both so that he was on top and licked his way down Whitney’s neck and across his collarbones, nipping there a bit when Whitney groaned at the touch. Clark kept moving down, sucking a red trail down to his belly. Whitney jerked and grunted and panted as Clark worked over him, till he couldn’t stand it, “ Clark! Clark! Stop! “ He pushed him back and Clark began to apologize, but Whitney just shook his head and began pulling at the waistband of his jeans. “Off, off!” God! I can’t even put a sentence together…Oh! Before he could really gather his thoughts Clark was kneeling before him and pulling his jeans and boxers down and off and then stripping himself and he was hard and wow, big, …nice…He reached out to Clark and stroked his shaking hand along his dick. Clark’s eyes closed and he pushed into Whitney’s hand with a small sigh, pumping once, twice.” Oh, it’s …that’s nice’” he breathed out when Whitney kissed the tip and rolled his tongue around the head. Whitney coaxed Clark into his mouth, wrapped his hands around his hips and sucked harder when he groaned. Clark pressed his hands against Whitney’s cheeks, savored the feeling of his muscles working around him. “ Ah, stop, stop now…” He pulled out as Whitney gazed at him, his eyes a little glazed. “ What, did I not…” Clark folded over him. “ You were perfect, wonderful, but I want to do this.” His hand wrapped around Whitney and he bent down to kiss the head of his dick. Whitney jerked. and Clark took him in all the way, and Whitney’s hips lifted from the floor Oh. My God! Clark’s sucking me! Holy shit! Whitney panted, then moaned, he groaned louder and louder until he was yelling and telling Clark in great detail that he was a prince, a god, a fucking amazing cocksucker and then came in a shaking wailing rush. When he floated up out of the daze, he was aware of a seriously goofy grin on his face, Clark’s very warm head on his thigh and an insistent banging. What the hell…the door? “ Hey, Kent. Some ones at your door, man.” He jiggled his leg a bit until Clark rolled an eye up at him. “ I know that, Whitney, it’s a crazy person, pay no attention.”
By now Whitney had figured out who the crazy person was, said crazy person shouting out their name while pounding on the door. He slithered out from under Clark, and hurriedly dressed. Clark sighed and did the same.
“Look Clark, you need to deal with this head on. Be a man; step up to the plate, blah blah…You know what I mean. Work it out or not, but deal with it,” He leaned into Clark and kissed him lightly on the lips. “ And if it doesn’t work out, maybe you could call me…” He squared his shoulders and prepared to walk through the door when it flew open and a red-faced Lex scrambled in, keys in his hand. He glared at Clark as Whitney waved at him and made good his escape. Clark glared right back, and stared pointedly at the keys in Lex’s hand. He shook them at Clark and snapped out “ I lied! I do that sometimes!”
“ You made my guest leave!”
“ Is that what they’re calling them these days!”
“ What are you trying to imply, oh, you know what? Shut up!”
“ You shut up! “ Clark looked at him and stalked foreword and for a moment, Lex felt a shiver of fear, but Clark passed him and shut the door.
“ Lex, what the fuck is your problem?”
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You are SO evol!
And okay - teh Hot with Whitney, gotta say...squeee!
Heheehe.
And PissedOff!Lex!
Whoot.
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