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This is the end of part one, and the end of PG-ness. I’ve been spending a lot of time cutting R-rated stuff out, and now comes the part where I have to put it back in. I’m sorry, I know how you hate to have that awful pron pop up in a story.
Brothers And Heroes
Clark celebrated his ninth birthday with a few friends from school and his family. Except Lex.
Lex was on a vacation with friends from school. He’d sent Clark a card and a gift, and called him two days before his birthday to wish him well.
“I’ll send you post cards from Miami, okay?” He’d sounded happy and excited to be going, and Clark told him to have a good time and he was glad that he was making friends. Lex thanked him, and told him yes, he was happy to finally make friends that understood him, be a good boy and he’d see him before the end of the summer.
Clark had hung up and gone straight to his room and shut the door. No one needed to see him acting like a baby. He’d sat on his bed, head down, trying not to get angry, and in the end, had taken his pictures of Lex and put them in his closet.
The day of his birthday, the hurt was a little less. His friends were great, Pete and Greg and Whit were fun, Bruce seemed to know something was wrong and was extra nice to him. Mom and Pop were great, he got the cowboy cake and the boots he wanted, he got really good books from them and from Bruce and his own radio. After the cake and ice cream, mom shooed them out side, and there on the driveway was the best gift of all--the greatest bike in the world—a Stingray.
The guys were excited and a little envious-but Clark let everyone have a turn--that’s what the good guys did. He knew it was the right thing to do, because he caught Bruce smiling at him when he let Pete grab the bike and take off down the drive.
He watched his friends laughing and yelling and having a good time, and part of him felt really good, and part of him was feeling kind of achy and empty. He wondered what Lex was doing right at that moment.
“Hey Clark! Come on! We’re going to the lake, come with!”
He got permission from Mom and Pop, and they took off to the lake, by foot because the guys hadn’t brought their bikes. Bruce was supposed to go with them, but half way there he took off, told them he’d catch up with them at the lake. Clark watched him go and wondered where he was off to, but the thought flew when the guys took off running. He hurried to catch up with them.
******
Pete was splashing in the water, pretending he was a navy frogman, and Greg was floundering after. Whit sat on the dock with him, watching and snickering.
“Greg’s about as home in the water as a cow, hunh?” He sat on one side of the dock, swinging his feet, and Clark sat on the other side, tossing a little pile of stones he’d collecting into the water.
“Yeah, but not nearly as graceful,” Clark laughed. He leaned back and let the sun warm his stomach. “I think I’m going to try and swim out to the island today, what do you think?”
The island was a clump of dirt and vegetation, just big enough to support a few trees, close to the center of the lake. It seemed so far away and mysterious to the boys, it was definitely off limits--they were supposed to stick close to the shore. But throughout the summer, they’d swum progressively farther and farther out.
Whit narrowed his eyes at the island, seemed to be deep in thought. “Sure, let’s try it, but leave Pete and Greg—‘specially Greg--at the shore.”
They jumped in and stroked hard and straight to the island, and this time Clark knew he was going to get there—nothing could stop him today. Fear of his parents receded in the adventure of it, the thrill of breaking a taboo and ending a mystery fueling his rebellion. Whit grinned at him from where he stroked away. They were brave as GI Joe, Clark thought, no one could tell him and Whit what to do. He grinned back, and pulled ahead, letting his superior strength push him past Whit, for once letting some of his control slip loose. He enjoyed the pull of muscle, the little burn he felt as he pushed closer to his limits. The sun was hot on his head, the water splashing over him cool and then warm as it slid away, sunlight sparkled off the water and all he could see was the dark shape of the island getting closer and closer. He heard Whit calling him and he sounded so far away, he grinned and spit water and got ready to push even harder and suddenly a spear of pain exploded through him.
His stomach clenched and clenched and he groaned. Cramps twisted his arms and legs, and he couldn’t help curling into a ball at the pain and nausea…he sank immediately. Water filed his mouth when he opened it involuntarily in a shout of pain, water filled his nose when he gasped…his eyes were open, it was murky and dark, except for the glitter of green winking at him from the lake bottom, it reached out fingers of sickly glowing jade that scrabbled through the water, wanting him, reaching to drag him down and hold him under until his head pounded and rang and his lungs hammered, his lungs exploded….
Lex was there, his gray eyes shining like stars in the dark. His arms were under him, lifting him back to the light and air, away from the pain that folded him in two. Lex dragged him out to the bank; his warm hands were all over him, his legs, his arms, bringing life back into his frozen limbs. The sun behind him flashed like a halo around his smooth head—Clark thought he was beautiful and as he tried to tell him so, Lex leaned over him and pressed his lips against his frozen ones and breathed and breathed and—
Clark rolled to his side and vomited water, he hurt from head to toe and his lungs and throat burned as he gulped in painful draughts of air. His stomach ached as it emptied it self. He heard a voice calling over and over “Clark, Clark, please be okay, I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I’m sorry--”
Clark rolled back and looked up into Bruce’s pale and panicked face, tears standing in his eyes and his hands gripping his biceps so hard it actually hurt him.
" *You* saved me,” Clark said, and Bruce shook his head, “Not just me–your friend, Whit, he helped,” and Whit’s face was in front of Clark, eyes wide and teeth chattering.
“Yu-You okay, Ca-Clark?” Whit asked and shivered, skinny arms wrapped around his skinny chest. The sky was so bright a blue it hurt, some bird some where was making a racket. He could hear Pete and Greg’s excited voices, begging him to be okay; he rolled his eyes toward Bruce’s.
“*You* saved me,” he said again, and closed his eyes. He felt Bruce’s hands jerk closed over his shoulders and shake him. “I’m fine, I just have to rest—I’m fine,” he managed to force out. His face was wet and he let tears run because no one would know he was crying.
“Okay, okay.” Bruce sat, and pulled Clark into his lap, and hugged him. “God, you scared the piss out of us.”
Clark snorted, and then opened his eyes again, and said, “It was you who saved me.”
Bruce nodded—it wasn’t until years later he realized Clark was accusing him, not thanking him. “Clark, you have to stay away from that side of the lake—I think there’s something in the water that makes you sick, you understand?” he said seriously and Clark nodded, his eyes on his friends.
He understood.
Maybe Whit or Pete would swim out to the island some day, heck, maybe even Greg, but he never would. He couldn’t, because he wasn’t like Whit or Pete or Greg. He wasn’t like Bruce. He was some kind of freak, a one and only kind of freak.
That night Clark dreamed that he was in the water again, and Lex with him, it was Lex he pulled to safety, pressed his lips to his until the chill of his mouth faded and Lex drew in a shuddery breath and opened his eyes. They were gray, blue, they went through him. He could feel the piercing gaze filling him, warming up every part of him; the warmth flowed back out of his hands and into Lex’s skin. His skin--smooth, like clean washed sheets pulled flat across his bed, warm, like sheets fresh from drying in the sun. He smelled like cotton…Clark rubbed his face harder and harder against him...he woke with a gasp. He felt so strange and scared and really good all at once. He lay for a little bit and then jumped up and pulled one of Lex’s pictures out of the closet where he’d thrown them all and stuffed it under his pillow--ran to Bruce’s room.
He hopped up on his bed. “Scoot over,” he said, and Bruce growled, mostly still asleep. “Clark…you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just—I don’t know. Scared. Or something. Thanks for not telling Mom and Pop. Pop would have lost his mind, and you know Mom…”
“Yeah, no sweat. I think you suffered enough, right? And by the way, thanks for giving *me* a heart attack.” But Bruce rolled back a little and let Clark shove under him. “Now shut up and go back to sleep.”
Clark felt safe again, grounded some how. Bruce’s snores filled the air, vibrated through him and his warmth soothed him and eventually lulled him back to a dreamless sleep.
Part Two coming soon!
This is the end of part one, and the end of PG-ness. I’ve been spending a lot of time cutting R-rated stuff out, and now comes the part where I have to put it back in. I’m sorry, I know how you hate to have that awful pron pop up in a story.
Brothers And Heroes
Clark celebrated his ninth birthday with a few friends from school and his family. Except Lex.
Lex was on a vacation with friends from school. He’d sent Clark a card and a gift, and called him two days before his birthday to wish him well.
“I’ll send you post cards from Miami, okay?” He’d sounded happy and excited to be going, and Clark told him to have a good time and he was glad that he was making friends. Lex thanked him, and told him yes, he was happy to finally make friends that understood him, be a good boy and he’d see him before the end of the summer.
Clark had hung up and gone straight to his room and shut the door. No one needed to see him acting like a baby. He’d sat on his bed, head down, trying not to get angry, and in the end, had taken his pictures of Lex and put them in his closet.
The day of his birthday, the hurt was a little less. His friends were great, Pete and Greg and Whit were fun, Bruce seemed to know something was wrong and was extra nice to him. Mom and Pop were great, he got the cowboy cake and the boots he wanted, he got really good books from them and from Bruce and his own radio. After the cake and ice cream, mom shooed them out side, and there on the driveway was the best gift of all--the greatest bike in the world—a Stingray.
The guys were excited and a little envious-but Clark let everyone have a turn--that’s what the good guys did. He knew it was the right thing to do, because he caught Bruce smiling at him when he let Pete grab the bike and take off down the drive.
He watched his friends laughing and yelling and having a good time, and part of him felt really good, and part of him was feeling kind of achy and empty. He wondered what Lex was doing right at that moment.
“Hey Clark! Come on! We’re going to the lake, come with!”
He got permission from Mom and Pop, and they took off to the lake, by foot because the guys hadn’t brought their bikes. Bruce was supposed to go with them, but half way there he took off, told them he’d catch up with them at the lake. Clark watched him go and wondered where he was off to, but the thought flew when the guys took off running. He hurried to catch up with them.
******
Pete was splashing in the water, pretending he was a navy frogman, and Greg was floundering after. Whit sat on the dock with him, watching and snickering.
“Greg’s about as home in the water as a cow, hunh?” He sat on one side of the dock, swinging his feet, and Clark sat on the other side, tossing a little pile of stones he’d collecting into the water.
“Yeah, but not nearly as graceful,” Clark laughed. He leaned back and let the sun warm his stomach. “I think I’m going to try and swim out to the island today, what do you think?”
The island was a clump of dirt and vegetation, just big enough to support a few trees, close to the center of the lake. It seemed so far away and mysterious to the boys, it was definitely off limits--they were supposed to stick close to the shore. But throughout the summer, they’d swum progressively farther and farther out.
Whit narrowed his eyes at the island, seemed to be deep in thought. “Sure, let’s try it, but leave Pete and Greg—‘specially Greg--at the shore.”
They jumped in and stroked hard and straight to the island, and this time Clark knew he was going to get there—nothing could stop him today. Fear of his parents receded in the adventure of it, the thrill of breaking a taboo and ending a mystery fueling his rebellion. Whit grinned at him from where he stroked away. They were brave as GI Joe, Clark thought, no one could tell him and Whit what to do. He grinned back, and pulled ahead, letting his superior strength push him past Whit, for once letting some of his control slip loose. He enjoyed the pull of muscle, the little burn he felt as he pushed closer to his limits. The sun was hot on his head, the water splashing over him cool and then warm as it slid away, sunlight sparkled off the water and all he could see was the dark shape of the island getting closer and closer. He heard Whit calling him and he sounded so far away, he grinned and spit water and got ready to push even harder and suddenly a spear of pain exploded through him.
His stomach clenched and clenched and he groaned. Cramps twisted his arms and legs, and he couldn’t help curling into a ball at the pain and nausea…he sank immediately. Water filed his mouth when he opened it involuntarily in a shout of pain, water filled his nose when he gasped…his eyes were open, it was murky and dark, except for the glitter of green winking at him from the lake bottom, it reached out fingers of sickly glowing jade that scrabbled through the water, wanting him, reaching to drag him down and hold him under until his head pounded and rang and his lungs hammered, his lungs exploded….
Lex was there, his gray eyes shining like stars in the dark. His arms were under him, lifting him back to the light and air, away from the pain that folded him in two. Lex dragged him out to the bank; his warm hands were all over him, his legs, his arms, bringing life back into his frozen limbs. The sun behind him flashed like a halo around his smooth head—Clark thought he was beautiful and as he tried to tell him so, Lex leaned over him and pressed his lips against his frozen ones and breathed and breathed and—
Clark rolled to his side and vomited water, he hurt from head to toe and his lungs and throat burned as he gulped in painful draughts of air. His stomach ached as it emptied it self. He heard a voice calling over and over “Clark, Clark, please be okay, I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I’m sorry--”
Clark rolled back and looked up into Bruce’s pale and panicked face, tears standing in his eyes and his hands gripping his biceps so hard it actually hurt him.
" *You* saved me,” Clark said, and Bruce shook his head, “Not just me–your friend, Whit, he helped,” and Whit’s face was in front of Clark, eyes wide and teeth chattering.
“Yu-You okay, Ca-Clark?” Whit asked and shivered, skinny arms wrapped around his skinny chest. The sky was so bright a blue it hurt, some bird some where was making a racket. He could hear Pete and Greg’s excited voices, begging him to be okay; he rolled his eyes toward Bruce’s.
“*You* saved me,” he said again, and closed his eyes. He felt Bruce’s hands jerk closed over his shoulders and shake him. “I’m fine, I just have to rest—I’m fine,” he managed to force out. His face was wet and he let tears run because no one would know he was crying.
“Okay, okay.” Bruce sat, and pulled Clark into his lap, and hugged him. “God, you scared the piss out of us.”
Clark snorted, and then opened his eyes again, and said, “It was you who saved me.”
Bruce nodded—it wasn’t until years later he realized Clark was accusing him, not thanking him. “Clark, you have to stay away from that side of the lake—I think there’s something in the water that makes you sick, you understand?” he said seriously and Clark nodded, his eyes on his friends.
He understood.
Maybe Whit or Pete would swim out to the island some day, heck, maybe even Greg, but he never would. He couldn’t, because he wasn’t like Whit or Pete or Greg. He wasn’t like Bruce. He was some kind of freak, a one and only kind of freak.
That night Clark dreamed that he was in the water again, and Lex with him, it was Lex he pulled to safety, pressed his lips to his until the chill of his mouth faded and Lex drew in a shuddery breath and opened his eyes. They were gray, blue, they went through him. He could feel the piercing gaze filling him, warming up every part of him; the warmth flowed back out of his hands and into Lex’s skin. His skin--smooth, like clean washed sheets pulled flat across his bed, warm, like sheets fresh from drying in the sun. He smelled like cotton…Clark rubbed his face harder and harder against him...he woke with a gasp. He felt so strange and scared and really good all at once. He lay for a little bit and then jumped up and pulled one of Lex’s pictures out of the closet where he’d thrown them all and stuffed it under his pillow--ran to Bruce’s room.
He hopped up on his bed. “Scoot over,” he said, and Bruce growled, mostly still asleep. “Clark…you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just—I don’t know. Scared. Or something. Thanks for not telling Mom and Pop. Pop would have lost his mind, and you know Mom…”
“Yeah, no sweat. I think you suffered enough, right? And by the way, thanks for giving *me* a heart attack.” But Bruce rolled back a little and let Clark shove under him. “Now shut up and go back to sleep.”
Clark felt safe again, grounded some how. Bruce’s snores filled the air, vibrated through him and his warmth soothed him and eventually lulled him back to a dreamless sleep.
Part Two coming soon!
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11/21/05 10:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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11/21/05 10:36 pm (UTC)Poor Bruce - not *his* fault he'd not Lex!
*bounce*
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11/22/05 12:32 am (UTC)I loved the TC, and Clark having fun with his friends, Whit included, and all the clever details that make this fic such a joy to read.
Eagerly awaiting the next part.
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11/27/05 03:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/22/05 04:26 am (UTC)Awww, you write the young'uns so well! *hearts*
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11/27/05 03:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/22/05 12:02 pm (UTC)OOOOOOOOoooooooooo all of them playing at the lake!!!
and then, of course, for Clark the little torture, and pain, and NO Lex in sight to save him!!!!! what a nightmare it has to be, that it was Bruce!!!!
*pets bruce and prepare him for the emotional pain to come"
YaYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, porny things coming!!
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11/23/05 10:12 am (UTC)*overthinks everything*
Poor Clark, Lex is mean to stand him up on his birthday.
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11/27/05 03:34 pm (UTC)Flatline!
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12/2/05 02:09 pm (UTC)And the lingering accusations to Bruce... *shivers*
Perfect!
I'm also enjoying your skillful play with Clark's youth. He's just so young! I love that you aren't rushing his sexual awakening and that he's confused about so many things that sexuality is just another one of many. V. cool. :D
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12/2/05 02:52 pm (UTC)*hangs head* I hate to tell you how many times I have change something concerning poor Clark. He's only a baby yet, and I want to keep it that way for much longer than the other boys.
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7/2/08 01:46 am (UTC)I do love the fact that you took the time to lay the groundwork though, seriously. I love how much these boys all love each other and would do anything for each other.
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7/3/08 02:10 am (UTC)B&H 12
7/23/08 06:02 am (UTC)The whole drowning episode in this was well done. The description of the feelings of drowning, Clark thinking he is being saved by Lex (the opposite of canon), Bruce's actual rescue, and all of the emotions involved.
Re: B&H 12
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