DPJupiter part 20
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roxyomfg, here the damn thing is. *kicks it out the door* I swear, this was one of the hardest sections yet to write--not the hardest thing ever, Summer Story kicked my ass on the daily--but boy, this was some fight. Lucas--he makes me want to spork myself. I apologize, Clark, for every unkind word I had for you.
God. Here it is. I'm exhausted...and have not air *fucking* clue what happens next. *scared*
Previous Parts are too scared of me to fuck around today. They're cowering here.
He took the phone, his hand shook so much Clark grabbed the phone from him and entered the number as he spoke it. His heart beat harder as he took the phone back and waited.
Lucas answered immediately. “Where the fuck have you been—what’s wrong?”
Lex opened his mouth to explain what happened and “I’m leaving,” tumbled out instead. He looked shocked, eyes wide and blinking.
There was silence on the line and then Lucas chuckled. “No, you’re not.”
“I’m not coming back home Lucas. I can’t do this anymore, not one more minute.”
“No, Lex. Where are you, I’ll come and get you.”
“I don’t know.” Lex looked at Clark, who said nothing, just stood quietly, hands flexing by his side and watching Lex expressionlessly.
“Fuck that,” Lucas snarled at him, his voice raising. “Where the hell are you, damn it.”
“I really have no idea where I am,” Lex laughed, “I’m not in Smallville…”
Lucas screamed and Clark jerked, and stared at the phone pressed against Lex’s cheek, his eyes burning. “Tell me—tell me god damn it--” and stopped. “Okay, he’s got you, it’s all right. I know he’s got you. Don’t worry, I’ll find him. I can make his friends want to tell me, don’t worry.”
“Don’t! Don’t do anything stupid, Lucas.”
Lucas went on, his voice calmer, stronger. “Just tell me baby, I’m not afraid of him and you don’t have to be either. I’ll save you. Just tell me where you are.”
“No…I can’t. I really can’t--”
Lucas lost control. He cursed Lex; screamed at him, screamed so loudly that Clark couldn’t help taking a step forward--Lex waved him violently away.
Clark watched Lex and wondered what to do…what Lex was going to do. He looked crushed under pressure, so stressed— His blood pressure rose, his heart beat quickened, and each word Lucas spit at him sent it jittering faster and faster. … should I stop this?
The screaming on the other end cut off sharply. The quiet was almost shocking after Lucas’ tirade. Lex dropped his head and Clark waited for him to relax, instead his heart raced and stress signs increased. The silence stretched on, Lex’s heart thundered in the quiet until Clark felt like he wanted to scream and then an almost child-like voice asked, “you love me, don’t you?” and Clark had a moment of confusion before he recognized it as Lucas.
Lex folded in on himself a little more, his head bent in to his chest, his hands rose over his head but he snapped “No!”
Clark listened, frozen in place, to the sound of Lucas wailing over the line. It made the hair on the back of his neck raise and his own heartbeat quickened.
“You’re lying! You do love me!”
“No, no I don’t.” Lex’s shoulders bent forward and he curled over, an arm pressed hard against his belly and coiled like a spring around the phone. It was obvious Lucas was in tears even as he screamed, “Tell me the truth!”
Lex seemed to dissolve, and he croaked, “Yes.” his legs collapsed and he crashed to the floor like a broken doll.
Clark gasped, “Lex, no!” and Lucas heard his voice.
“Is that him? I’ll kill him; I’ll kill everyone he knows unless he gives you back—tell him! I’ll kill Kent— his family, his friends—I’ll kill his fucking mailman, you hear me?”
“Lex, hang up,” Clark whispered. “Hang up Lex,” and tried to gently take the phone from his hand, but Lex punched him, kept punching him-- his knuckles split and bled and he kept the phone clasped to his cheek with his other hand.
“Come on Lex, give me the phone please…”
Lex shook his head no, and tried to pull away from Clark’s gentle hand on his.
Lucas shouted through the line, “I’m going to get him back—Lex, I’m going to get you. Don’t be afraid, I’m going to get you.” He disconnected and Lex dropped the phone. The click of the metal hitting the glass like floor was shattering.
Lex was still bent stiffly in half. Clark touched his back; the muscle was like stone under his hand—hard, cold…still as death. His hands hovered over Lex, flicking back and forth. He didn’t know what to do. Lex just told Lucas he loved him…he said out loud what Clark was afraid to know. And now, he was what—ashamed, embarrassed…lovesick? Clark felt a heavy weight settle in his chest.
He sighed and settled back on his heels… was startled to realize Lex was the source of a bizarre sound he’s just become aware of, a weird low howl.
As he listened, the noise got louder, higher and was interrupted every so often by a barking cough and Clark thought he might be crying, …he was moving now, rocking back and forth, and Clark sat behind him with his hands out. Lex was still curled, and his head pressed hard against the floor now, muffling slightly the horrible, horrible noise he was making. The noise was digging into Clark’s brain and twisting his gut, he shivered and watched Lex fall apart….
A small soft voice spoke his name and it quivered in the air, sent an electric shock through him, he jumped and grabbed Lex and yanked him hard against his chest. He had to hold Lex tight to keep him against him, he was unyielding and stiff and shuddering from the force of his howls. Clark pulled his face against his, expecting tears, but his eyes were dry, and his expression was kind of…calm.
Clark tried to quiet him, and tears began rolling down his own cheeks, they poured down his face, so hot he thought they should be scalding him.
Lex’s voice broke, and the noise he made sounded almost normal but his eyes remained dry and fixed upward, unseeing, somewhere far away…Clark cried, and held him, until slowly he unbent. Clark tried to cover every part of Lex and let his heat soak into him, and now he was shivering, a change over the long deep shudders of a few minutes ago. His teeth chattered and he moaned quietly to himself, Clark finally managed to stop his tears and he rested his cheek against Lex’s icy head. “You’re cold, can I warm you up?”
Lex nodded and shook, he tried to stand but Clark picked him up and carried him back to his room.
He laid Lex on the bed, and asked for more blankets and there were blankets on the foot of the bed. He asked for more heat as he slipped Lex’s shoes off and rolled him to one side of the bed, piled on blanket after blanket and slid under with him. He pulled him against his body again.
Lex tried to move out of his hold but Clark shushed him. “Just lay still, don’t think about who it is. Just relax, you’re safe, you’re home, it’s warm now, quiet, it’s time to sleep, good dreams…” his voice droned on and on repeating the few sentences until they became a mantra, chanting slowly and deeply, letting Lex lean against him and his heat and the rumble of his voice in his chest soothed him into a heavy sleep. Clark lay there in the dark, seeing everything over and over against his eyelids like his own private horror movie… he had no idea how he was ever going to rest and then Lex shifted against him and made a tiny sound, a not unhappy sound.
Clark felt him, relaxed and let his body feel Lex--he fit so perfectly against him. As if that particular spot on his body had been formed with Lex in mind. Everyplace he touched was a new spot that was perfect and made for him.
He drifted off thinking that he didn’t give a shit what happened yesterday; they both deserved a new morning. They were way overdue their new day.
tbc, some day.
God. Here it is. I'm exhausted...and have not air *fucking* clue what happens next. *scared*
Previous Parts are too scared of me to fuck around today. They're cowering here.
He took the phone, his hand shook so much Clark grabbed the phone from him and entered the number as he spoke it. His heart beat harder as he took the phone back and waited.
Lucas answered immediately. “Where the fuck have you been—what’s wrong?”
Lex opened his mouth to explain what happened and “I’m leaving,” tumbled out instead. He looked shocked, eyes wide and blinking.
There was silence on the line and then Lucas chuckled. “No, you’re not.”
“I’m not coming back home Lucas. I can’t do this anymore, not one more minute.”
“No, Lex. Where are you, I’ll come and get you.”
“I don’t know.” Lex looked at Clark, who said nothing, just stood quietly, hands flexing by his side and watching Lex expressionlessly.
“Fuck that,” Lucas snarled at him, his voice raising. “Where the hell are you, damn it.”
“I really have no idea where I am,” Lex laughed, “I’m not in Smallville…”
Lucas screamed and Clark jerked, and stared at the phone pressed against Lex’s cheek, his eyes burning. “Tell me—tell me god damn it--” and stopped. “Okay, he’s got you, it’s all right. I know he’s got you. Don’t worry, I’ll find him. I can make his friends want to tell me, don’t worry.”
“Don’t! Don’t do anything stupid, Lucas.”
Lucas went on, his voice calmer, stronger. “Just tell me baby, I’m not afraid of him and you don’t have to be either. I’ll save you. Just tell me where you are.”
“No…I can’t. I really can’t--”
Lucas lost control. He cursed Lex; screamed at him, screamed so loudly that Clark couldn’t help taking a step forward--Lex waved him violently away.
Clark watched Lex and wondered what to do…what Lex was going to do. He looked crushed under pressure, so stressed— His blood pressure rose, his heart beat quickened, and each word Lucas spit at him sent it jittering faster and faster. … should I stop this?
The screaming on the other end cut off sharply. The quiet was almost shocking after Lucas’ tirade. Lex dropped his head and Clark waited for him to relax, instead his heart raced and stress signs increased. The silence stretched on, Lex’s heart thundered in the quiet until Clark felt like he wanted to scream and then an almost child-like voice asked, “you love me, don’t you?” and Clark had a moment of confusion before he recognized it as Lucas.
Lex folded in on himself a little more, his head bent in to his chest, his hands rose over his head but he snapped “No!”
Clark listened, frozen in place, to the sound of Lucas wailing over the line. It made the hair on the back of his neck raise and his own heartbeat quickened.
“You’re lying! You do love me!”
“No, no I don’t.” Lex’s shoulders bent forward and he curled over, an arm pressed hard against his belly and coiled like a spring around the phone. It was obvious Lucas was in tears even as he screamed, “Tell me the truth!”
Lex seemed to dissolve, and he croaked, “Yes.” his legs collapsed and he crashed to the floor like a broken doll.
Clark gasped, “Lex, no!” and Lucas heard his voice.
“Is that him? I’ll kill him; I’ll kill everyone he knows unless he gives you back—tell him! I’ll kill Kent— his family, his friends—I’ll kill his fucking mailman, you hear me?”
“Lex, hang up,” Clark whispered. “Hang up Lex,” and tried to gently take the phone from his hand, but Lex punched him, kept punching him-- his knuckles split and bled and he kept the phone clasped to his cheek with his other hand.
“Come on Lex, give me the phone please…”
Lex shook his head no, and tried to pull away from Clark’s gentle hand on his.
Lucas shouted through the line, “I’m going to get him back—Lex, I’m going to get you. Don’t be afraid, I’m going to get you.” He disconnected and Lex dropped the phone. The click of the metal hitting the glass like floor was shattering.
Lex was still bent stiffly in half. Clark touched his back; the muscle was like stone under his hand—hard, cold…still as death. His hands hovered over Lex, flicking back and forth. He didn’t know what to do. Lex just told Lucas he loved him…he said out loud what Clark was afraid to know. And now, he was what—ashamed, embarrassed…lovesick? Clark felt a heavy weight settle in his chest.
He sighed and settled back on his heels… was startled to realize Lex was the source of a bizarre sound he’s just become aware of, a weird low howl.
As he listened, the noise got louder, higher and was interrupted every so often by a barking cough and Clark thought he might be crying, …he was moving now, rocking back and forth, and Clark sat behind him with his hands out. Lex was still curled, and his head pressed hard against the floor now, muffling slightly the horrible, horrible noise he was making. The noise was digging into Clark’s brain and twisting his gut, he shivered and watched Lex fall apart….
A small soft voice spoke his name and it quivered in the air, sent an electric shock through him, he jumped and grabbed Lex and yanked him hard against his chest. He had to hold Lex tight to keep him against him, he was unyielding and stiff and shuddering from the force of his howls. Clark pulled his face against his, expecting tears, but his eyes were dry, and his expression was kind of…calm.
Clark tried to quiet him, and tears began rolling down his own cheeks, they poured down his face, so hot he thought they should be scalding him.
Lex’s voice broke, and the noise he made sounded almost normal but his eyes remained dry and fixed upward, unseeing, somewhere far away…Clark cried, and held him, until slowly he unbent. Clark tried to cover every part of Lex and let his heat soak into him, and now he was shivering, a change over the long deep shudders of a few minutes ago. His teeth chattered and he moaned quietly to himself, Clark finally managed to stop his tears and he rested his cheek against Lex’s icy head. “You’re cold, can I warm you up?”
Lex nodded and shook, he tried to stand but Clark picked him up and carried him back to his room.
He laid Lex on the bed, and asked for more blankets and there were blankets on the foot of the bed. He asked for more heat as he slipped Lex’s shoes off and rolled him to one side of the bed, piled on blanket after blanket and slid under with him. He pulled him against his body again.
Lex tried to move out of his hold but Clark shushed him. “Just lay still, don’t think about who it is. Just relax, you’re safe, you’re home, it’s warm now, quiet, it’s time to sleep, good dreams…” his voice droned on and on repeating the few sentences until they became a mantra, chanting slowly and deeply, letting Lex lean against him and his heat and the rumble of his voice in his chest soothed him into a heavy sleep. Clark lay there in the dark, seeing everything over and over against his eyelids like his own private horror movie… he had no idea how he was ever going to rest and then Lex shifted against him and made a tiny sound, a not unhappy sound.
Clark felt him, relaxed and let his body feel Lex--he fit so perfectly against him. As if that particular spot on his body had been formed with Lex in mind. Everyplace he touched was a new spot that was perfect and made for him.
He drifted off thinking that he didn’t give a shit what happened yesterday; they both deserved a new morning. They were way overdue their new day.
tbc, some day.
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