Smallville
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roxyA little bit of a different direction for me in SV.I had a goood time writing these!
“Henri! Damnit!”
Lex looked about the drive, as though his driver and car should suddenly appear out of thin air. He was really getting pissed off now. If Henri didn’t show up soon they were going to be late. Lex had arranged a private screening of Clark’s and his friend’s favorite film, and they were going to miss it. He hated to waste money. Thriftiness was after all a virtue, something he should maybe have Mr. Kent try to explain to his big staff of spoiled rotten crybabies. Oh, they were excellent at their jobs, or they wouldn’t be here, except maybe for Hans Dieter who was scary as fuck. (He was the reason he’d begun to sneak over to the Kent’s for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and there-by avoid the kitchen *and* the Chef)
“Well,” Lex thought, “ How many kids I can stuff in a Porsche- hmmm, Pete can go in the trunk….”
Finally! Damn Henri! Not that they had a chance in hell of making it on time now. What * had* possessed him to hire that idiot as his driver- Oh.Right.
Henri poured himself out of the driver’s side of the car like liquid sex. He was tall, dark, with greenish hazel eyes, a brilliant smile, a well-built physique and he was twenty-two. He also looked at Lex like he was the best thing on the menu. Yes. That’s why. Henri.
Who knew damn well what his plans for today had been. Who made damn sure that he’d miss them.
Lex’s phone rang, and he didn’t need to see the caller id to know who it was. “Clark, I’m so sorry,” he began, but Clark cut him off.
“Lex, I *know* what happened. It happens every time my friends and me are supposed to do something with you! Lex, your driver sucks! He doesn’t want to have us in your car…or something! You should fire him!” the young man groused. Clark couldn’t abide Henri. Henri couldn’t abide Clark. It was a hatred so perfectly balanced and mutual it was practically symbiotic. No one ever mentioned that the men were nearly twins in appearance. Not out loud anyway, where one or the other could hear. *Or*in the Boss’s hearing. Though, on occasion, Lex *has* accidentally called Henri by Clark's name.
And then always remembered to thank him profusely for not biting down. And made sure to buy him a watch.
Henri has many fine watches. He also keeps an eye on Clark, just to assure himself that Clark’s place stays in the study, and not too close to Mr. Lex.
Clark keeps an eye on Henri. He’s not sure why it’s so important but he better not see Henri on any floor but the first.
“Oh, Mr.Lex! I am so sorry, there was a flat!” *You Bastard*.
“From the garage to the driveway?” *Idiot!*
“You can never predict what may happen, one minute all goes smoothly, in the next,” Henri drawled, as he leaned spread-legged against the car, and lingeringly, suggestively, removed an invisible speck of lint from his uniform trousers, “We have a… bumpy ride, yes?” Lex nearly fainted as his entire blood supply rushed south. He remembered clearly the last… bumpy ride. He’d given Clark a lift to some civic duty- school thing that involved cleaning a playground; painting swings or slides or some such instrument of childish torture, but most importantly, Clark taking off his shirt, gleaming with sweat under the hot afternoon sun. Lex got quite the eyeful before leaving, and Henri got Mr. Lex, a pair of new leather driving gloves and a Rolex.
Henri felt he should have demanded a watch for each time Mr. Lex screamed Clark’s name, *the Bastard*, but how many watches can a man use after all? He’d felt even better the next day, when Big Monster Boy accidentally lobbed a tennis ball into Mr. Lex’s ass. He never could decide if it was funnier that he screamed like a girl, or jumped like a rabbit. Ah, well. Moments like that were meant to be savored indeed.
went out after work tonight with a few of my "Team-members" as Cult Retail Store calls us.Surprisingly fun!
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“Henri! Damnit!”
Lex looked about the drive, as though his driver and car should suddenly appear out of thin air. He was really getting pissed off now. If Henri didn’t show up soon they were going to be late. Lex had arranged a private screening of Clark’s and his friend’s favorite film, and they were going to miss it. He hated to waste money. Thriftiness was after all a virtue, something he should maybe have Mr. Kent try to explain to his big staff of spoiled rotten crybabies. Oh, they were excellent at their jobs, or they wouldn’t be here, except maybe for Hans Dieter who was scary as fuck. (He was the reason he’d begun to sneak over to the Kent’s for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and there-by avoid the kitchen *and* the Chef)
“Well,” Lex thought, “ How many kids I can stuff in a Porsche- hmmm, Pete can go in the trunk….”
Finally! Damn Henri! Not that they had a chance in hell of making it on time now. What * had* possessed him to hire that idiot as his driver- Oh.Right.
Henri poured himself out of the driver’s side of the car like liquid sex. He was tall, dark, with greenish hazel eyes, a brilliant smile, a well-built physique and he was twenty-two. He also looked at Lex like he was the best thing on the menu. Yes. That’s why. Henri.
Who knew damn well what his plans for today had been. Who made damn sure that he’d miss them.
Lex’s phone rang, and he didn’t need to see the caller id to know who it was. “Clark, I’m so sorry,” he began, but Clark cut him off.
“Lex, I *know* what happened. It happens every time my friends and me are supposed to do something with you! Lex, your driver sucks! He doesn’t want to have us in your car…or something! You should fire him!” the young man groused. Clark couldn’t abide Henri. Henri couldn’t abide Clark. It was a hatred so perfectly balanced and mutual it was practically symbiotic. No one ever mentioned that the men were nearly twins in appearance. Not out loud anyway, where one or the other could hear. *Or*in the Boss’s hearing. Though, on occasion, Lex *has* accidentally called Henri by Clark's name.
And then always remembered to thank him profusely for not biting down. And made sure to buy him a watch.
Henri has many fine watches. He also keeps an eye on Clark, just to assure himself that Clark’s place stays in the study, and not too close to Mr. Lex.
Clark keeps an eye on Henri. He’s not sure why it’s so important but he better not see Henri on any floor but the first.
“Oh, Mr.Lex! I am so sorry, there was a flat!” *You Bastard*.
“From the garage to the driveway?” *Idiot!*
“You can never predict what may happen, one minute all goes smoothly, in the next,” Henri drawled, as he leaned spread-legged against the car, and lingeringly, suggestively, removed an invisible speck of lint from his uniform trousers, “We have a… bumpy ride, yes?” Lex nearly fainted as his entire blood supply rushed south. He remembered clearly the last… bumpy ride. He’d given Clark a lift to some civic duty- school thing that involved cleaning a playground; painting swings or slides or some such instrument of childish torture, but most importantly, Clark taking off his shirt, gleaming with sweat under the hot afternoon sun. Lex got quite the eyeful before leaving, and Henri got Mr. Lex, a pair of new leather driving gloves and a Rolex.
Henri felt he should have demanded a watch for each time Mr. Lex screamed Clark’s name, *the Bastard*, but how many watches can a man use after all? He’d felt even better the next day, when Big Monster Boy accidentally lobbed a tennis ball into Mr. Lex’s ass. He never could decide if it was funnier that he screamed like a girl, or jumped like a rabbit. Ah, well. Moments like that were meant to be savored indeed.
went out after work tonight with a few of my "Team-members" as Cult Retail Store calls us.Surprisingly fun!
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the mental name calling is so cute!
6/4/04 04:03 am (UTC)Re: the mental name calling is so cute!
6/4/04 04:07 am (UTC)