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Brothers And Heroes (what--again?)
Parts Before
Well goodness, from G to non-stop R, eh? We’re moving along—now it’s time for Lex to prove how much more cooperative he can be than Bruce. *pats him, pinches his cheek*. Who’s a good boy?
On to Lex!
Brothers And Heroes
Lex
Lex leaned against the wall of the gymnasium, wonderfully re-decorated to give the illusion of a dingy high school gym decorated with cheesy streamers and revolving disco –balls. He sneered and sipped at his plastic cup of red…whatever it was. He figured he had this wallflower thing down pat. He could almost feel roots forming. He groaned and looked at his watch. A few more minutes and then he could leave; a half hour should be long enough to prove he was ‘socializing’. He looked out over the crowd of gyrating students, snorting in irritation when he caught himself tapping his foot in time to the horrible music. He was thinking, watching, one certain kid in particular. Every so often, the kid went out the back doors with a little group, would come back a few minutes later and then leave with another little group. Selling pot, he guessed. Lex watched and thought.
Since dear old Dad had cut his allowance to almost nothing, life had gotten even more unpleasant. This place, this new school, was hell. Everything here was about appearances, he’d found out quickly .the names at Excelsior were much more impressive than Luthor–Lionel Luthor might be someone in the North-East, but these were people whose families were known world-wide. He suffered their contempt almost daily and he was beginning to understand some of his dad’s motivation for wanting more and better and bigger.
Dad…he might hate being looked down on, but he didn’t mind putting his son in that situation. Lex sighed a little. It was his own fault really--he just hadn’t known how to hide how happy he’d been at Hessian.
Excelsior was a completely different world, no money, no friends.... Of course, Dad had a dozen reasons for yanking him out of his old school and dropping him in the land of assholes: Excelsior was a better, more respected school, he was getting less money because he needed to learn self-reliance, needed to grow up and stop expecting handouts, yakkity-fucking-yak.... He snorted to himself.
No doubt about it, the man was out to get him. Being a Luthor, paranoia wasn’t a problem, it was a survival mechanism. He figured this was just the newest bead in a string of not so subtle ploys his dad had to punish him for living on when everythingone else he’d really cared for had died. He snapped his teeth, irritated with himself for getting maudlin in public.
His eyes roamed the floor again and he caught sight of his personal group of tormenters, the Dicks. They were talking to some girl, probably from the girl’s school across town, it was a little worrisome that they kept looking his way, or maybe he meant tiresome. Lex heaved an enormous sigh. …the stocky blonde in particular was a bastard. Fucking Harry. Everywhere he went Harry and his little dick friends were there, trying to make his life miserable. Lex looked over at the far wall. The geeks stood there looking in his way hopefully. God—that’s all he needed to do to complete his fall in status. Fuck no. He looked back at the Dicks, and sighed. Looked at his watch. Fucking ten more minutes before he could leave.
The girl wandered away from the group and headed his direction…she was headed towards him. Lex braced himself, ready for whatever. If she was friendly with the Dicks, there’d be no good coming from this. She took her time, sauntering over as if every eye in the place was on her. She wasn’t wrong. Her dress was tight, white and way above her knees, a zipper ran from between her breasts and stopped at a mandarin collar, and Lex figured most guys would want to grab the big hoop at the zipper’s end and pull…most guys.
She stopped in front of him, hip cocked, hand out and a smirk on her lavender frosted lips. “Hello, I’m Victoria and you’re Lex.” She pumped his hand once, hard and sharp, and dropped it. “That’s out of the way. Your friends over there,” and he didn’t need to look to know they were being watched, “gave me five dollars apiece to embarrass you in some public way.”
Lex gaped. “Twenty dollars?” He took in her designer dress, her handmade boots, her scent was at the very least a few hundred dollars an ounce—“You took twenty dollars from them—what in the hell for?”
“Because it’s fun,” she shrugged. She stared at him. “You’re kind of pretty. They said you were a freak.”
Lex jerked his head back and up, hurt and anger warred in him, but he knew if he expressed it he was dead. Freak, eh? They were being kind tonight. He smiled, gazed at her through narrowed eyes. “Yes, I am.” He drew his hand deliberately over his head. “Hairless.” Her eyes lit with interest. He caught the look and continued. His voice was low and sinuous and he had no idea he could sound like that—"Completely. All…over.” what the fuck! Where did that come from—god—I’m screwed.
“Really,” she breathed out and her eyes glittered. “Give me fifty and I’ll make those guys feel like chumps.”
Lex laughed, incredulous. “Wha-at?”
“Come on, give me fifty and I’ll make it more than worth your while…”
Lex looked up and caught Harry staring. The boy’s face twisted into a sneer when he saw Lex looking.
“All right, I will,” he said. “Now what?”
“Come outside with me.”
He really looked at her then, long black hair, as straight as crows wings falling to either side of her pink cheeks, full lips, ocean-tinted eyes framed by long, long lashes…she was an attractive girl, as far as that went, actually rather beautiful. He kept going to her eyes, they drew him.
“All right.”
She took his hand and pulled him out the doors into the dark. He glanced back to catch a glimpse of Harry looking—angry. Lex grinned to himself. I’ve got your girl. Asshole.
In the darkness, in the center of a ring of shrubs--lilacs, the scent was overpowering--she kissed him, his first kiss ever, it was…soft. Sweet. He didn’t know what to expect but sweet wasn’t it. He closed his eyes and thought how much like a recent dream this was—a shiver of desire and shame wormed through him—Clark, grown, pulling him up from water, the ocean, a river…he wasn’t sure, but the feel of his lips against his was just like this, soft sweet…the only thing missing here was the feeling of finding…home?
The hands on his shoulder were firm but small, her waist tiny in his hands. It was nice, but…she pressed her hips against his and he gasped. *That* felt good. She pressed up, again and again, and he grew harder with each slow grind against him.
“You like that,” she said. He nodded, bright red and she giggled. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” He blushed harder and she smiled and kissed him again. “That’s darling. You know what—I want to see that ‘hairless all over.”
Lex made a protest--the sarcasm that had fueled him in the gym had flown, he was afraid and embarrassed now.
“Oh come on, I’m not going to hurt you—I promise I won’t touch.” She smiled.
“Really?” he sounded scared to himself, and she chuckled.
“I always lie.” He tried to puzzle out her meaning and then her hands were going to his pants, unbuckling his belt, popping the snap and unzipping him, and he was torn between the desire to die and just—desire.
“You can’t-- you shouldn’t—“ her hot little hands circled him and squeezed and stroked until pre-come dripped over her knuckles. He bit his lip, and prayed his legs would hold him.
“Harry’s going to have a major fit when he finds out about this.”
He got harder in her hand. “Harry?” He gasped and his dick surged.
“Oh, yeah,” she said and sank to her knees. She held him and kissed the tip of his dick, his knees trembled. His dick was resting, dripping on her bottom lip, her tongue came out and licked the drops away, and she said, “He’s very possessive.” She pulled him in and he came almost before her mouth closed.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck—I’m sorry, I—"
She stood and spit into the bushes. “Oh don’t worry, first time and all. Here…” she slid her hand over his groin, over his balls and along his dick. “So smooth, so pretty,” she crooned and he gasped and winced when she touched him. She looked at him speculatively. “You be careful of Harry. He can be mean sometimes…” She looked like she was about to say more but she leaned up and kissed him instead, and his first thought was ‘that’s disgusting’—and then he was curious, and kissed her back, his tongue slipped between her lips to taste—he licked the inside of her mouth, kissed more and more ferociously until she pulled back, gasping and laughing.
“You like that hunh? It’s supposed to be good for you—protein.” She grinned.
Lex grinned back, feeling cocky again since he survived the encounter.
“I like you Lex; I think you’re going to be a whole lot of fun. Remind me to give you my number…and now—where’s my fifty?”
He started and blushed, remembering. “Oh.” He reached into his pants pocket, retrieved his wallet and gave her half of his monthly allowance. “Thanks. That was great. So—the next time, do I have to give you fifty again?”
”Fuck you Lex.” She smiled, though. “For you, it’s always free. Walk me back in.”
Lex began to straighten his clothes and she stopped him. “Not too neat,” she winked.
“How did you get to be so—so…”
“Wise?” she laughed. He smiled and she said, “Surviving kid, surviving.”
They walked back inside, heads turned and whispers floated their way. She walked straight up to Harry and very obviously handed the money back. She said in a loud stage whisper, “God, I should be paying you…”she looked over her shoulder at Lex and threw him a kiss and walked away, hips twitching.
Lex felt all eyes on him, but the only ones he looked into were Harry’s. Harry scowled at him, his eyes burning. “Let’s go,” he barked and the Dicks jumped to it.
Lex sneered as they walked away. He felt like he won some sort of battle that Harry had waged and lost.
He walked back to his dorm room, thinking about the evening. It had been amazing and…scary. He undressed, put on his pajamas and went through his nightly rituals on autopilot. His mind kept going around and around in circles thinking about the evening. He lay in bed, waiting for sleep to calm his thoughts—the sun was spilling in through the curtains, before Lex finally fell asleep.
More coming! *she said coming--snickersnickersnicker*
Well goodness, from G to non-stop R, eh? We’re moving along—now it’s time for Lex to prove how much more cooperative he can be than Bruce. *pats him, pinches his cheek*. Who’s a good boy?
On to Lex!
Brothers And Heroes
Lex
Lex leaned against the wall of the gymnasium, wonderfully re-decorated to give the illusion of a dingy high school gym decorated with cheesy streamers and revolving disco –balls. He sneered and sipped at his plastic cup of red…whatever it was. He figured he had this wallflower thing down pat. He could almost feel roots forming. He groaned and looked at his watch. A few more minutes and then he could leave; a half hour should be long enough to prove he was ‘socializing’. He looked out over the crowd of gyrating students, snorting in irritation when he caught himself tapping his foot in time to the horrible music. He was thinking, watching, one certain kid in particular. Every so often, the kid went out the back doors with a little group, would come back a few minutes later and then leave with another little group. Selling pot, he guessed. Lex watched and thought.
Since dear old Dad had cut his allowance to almost nothing, life had gotten even more unpleasant. This place, this new school, was hell. Everything here was about appearances, he’d found out quickly .the names at Excelsior were much more impressive than Luthor–Lionel Luthor might be someone in the North-East, but these were people whose families were known world-wide. He suffered their contempt almost daily and he was beginning to understand some of his dad’s motivation for wanting more and better and bigger.
Dad…he might hate being looked down on, but he didn’t mind putting his son in that situation. Lex sighed a little. It was his own fault really--he just hadn’t known how to hide how happy he’d been at Hessian.
Excelsior was a completely different world, no money, no friends.... Of course, Dad had a dozen reasons for yanking him out of his old school and dropping him in the land of assholes: Excelsior was a better, more respected school, he was getting less money because he needed to learn self-reliance, needed to grow up and stop expecting handouts, yakkity-fucking-yak.... He snorted to himself.
No doubt about it, the man was out to get him. Being a Luthor, paranoia wasn’t a problem, it was a survival mechanism. He figured this was just the newest bead in a string of not so subtle ploys his dad had to punish him for living on when everythingone else he’d really cared for had died. He snapped his teeth, irritated with himself for getting maudlin in public.
His eyes roamed the floor again and he caught sight of his personal group of tormenters, the Dicks. They were talking to some girl, probably from the girl’s school across town, it was a little worrisome that they kept looking his way, or maybe he meant tiresome. Lex heaved an enormous sigh. …the stocky blonde in particular was a bastard. Fucking Harry. Everywhere he went Harry and his little dick friends were there, trying to make his life miserable. Lex looked over at the far wall. The geeks stood there looking in his way hopefully. God—that’s all he needed to do to complete his fall in status. Fuck no. He looked back at the Dicks, and sighed. Looked at his watch. Fucking ten more minutes before he could leave.
The girl wandered away from the group and headed his direction…she was headed towards him. Lex braced himself, ready for whatever. If she was friendly with the Dicks, there’d be no good coming from this. She took her time, sauntering over as if every eye in the place was on her. She wasn’t wrong. Her dress was tight, white and way above her knees, a zipper ran from between her breasts and stopped at a mandarin collar, and Lex figured most guys would want to grab the big hoop at the zipper’s end and pull…most guys.
She stopped in front of him, hip cocked, hand out and a smirk on her lavender frosted lips. “Hello, I’m Victoria and you’re Lex.” She pumped his hand once, hard and sharp, and dropped it. “That’s out of the way. Your friends over there,” and he didn’t need to look to know they were being watched, “gave me five dollars apiece to embarrass you in some public way.”
Lex gaped. “Twenty dollars?” He took in her designer dress, her handmade boots, her scent was at the very least a few hundred dollars an ounce—“You took twenty dollars from them—what in the hell for?”
“Because it’s fun,” she shrugged. She stared at him. “You’re kind of pretty. They said you were a freak.”
Lex jerked his head back and up, hurt and anger warred in him, but he knew if he expressed it he was dead. Freak, eh? They were being kind tonight. He smiled, gazed at her through narrowed eyes. “Yes, I am.” He drew his hand deliberately over his head. “Hairless.” Her eyes lit with interest. He caught the look and continued. His voice was low and sinuous and he had no idea he could sound like that—"Completely. All…over.” what the fuck! Where did that come from—god—I’m screwed.
“Really,” she breathed out and her eyes glittered. “Give me fifty and I’ll make those guys feel like chumps.”
Lex laughed, incredulous. “Wha-at?”
“Come on, give me fifty and I’ll make it more than worth your while…”
Lex looked up and caught Harry staring. The boy’s face twisted into a sneer when he saw Lex looking.
“All right, I will,” he said. “Now what?”
“Come outside with me.”
He really looked at her then, long black hair, as straight as crows wings falling to either side of her pink cheeks, full lips, ocean-tinted eyes framed by long, long lashes…she was an attractive girl, as far as that went, actually rather beautiful. He kept going to her eyes, they drew him.
“All right.”
She took his hand and pulled him out the doors into the dark. He glanced back to catch a glimpse of Harry looking—angry. Lex grinned to himself. I’ve got your girl. Asshole.
In the darkness, in the center of a ring of shrubs--lilacs, the scent was overpowering--she kissed him, his first kiss ever, it was…soft. Sweet. He didn’t know what to expect but sweet wasn’t it. He closed his eyes and thought how much like a recent dream this was—a shiver of desire and shame wormed through him—Clark, grown, pulling him up from water, the ocean, a river…he wasn’t sure, but the feel of his lips against his was just like this, soft sweet…the only thing missing here was the feeling of finding…home?
The hands on his shoulder were firm but small, her waist tiny in his hands. It was nice, but…she pressed her hips against his and he gasped. *That* felt good. She pressed up, again and again, and he grew harder with each slow grind against him.
“You like that,” she said. He nodded, bright red and she giggled. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” He blushed harder and she smiled and kissed him again. “That’s darling. You know what—I want to see that ‘hairless all over.”
Lex made a protest--the sarcasm that had fueled him in the gym had flown, he was afraid and embarrassed now.
“Oh come on, I’m not going to hurt you—I promise I won’t touch.” She smiled.
“Really?” he sounded scared to himself, and she chuckled.
“I always lie.” He tried to puzzle out her meaning and then her hands were going to his pants, unbuckling his belt, popping the snap and unzipping him, and he was torn between the desire to die and just—desire.
“You can’t-- you shouldn’t—“ her hot little hands circled him and squeezed and stroked until pre-come dripped over her knuckles. He bit his lip, and prayed his legs would hold him.
“Harry’s going to have a major fit when he finds out about this.”
He got harder in her hand. “Harry?” He gasped and his dick surged.
“Oh, yeah,” she said and sank to her knees. She held him and kissed the tip of his dick, his knees trembled. His dick was resting, dripping on her bottom lip, her tongue came out and licked the drops away, and she said, “He’s very possessive.” She pulled him in and he came almost before her mouth closed.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck—I’m sorry, I—"
She stood and spit into the bushes. “Oh don’t worry, first time and all. Here…” she slid her hand over his groin, over his balls and along his dick. “So smooth, so pretty,” she crooned and he gasped and winced when she touched him. She looked at him speculatively. “You be careful of Harry. He can be mean sometimes…” She looked like she was about to say more but she leaned up and kissed him instead, and his first thought was ‘that’s disgusting’—and then he was curious, and kissed her back, his tongue slipped between her lips to taste—he licked the inside of her mouth, kissed more and more ferociously until she pulled back, gasping and laughing.
“You like that hunh? It’s supposed to be good for you—protein.” She grinned.
Lex grinned back, feeling cocky again since he survived the encounter.
“I like you Lex; I think you’re going to be a whole lot of fun. Remind me to give you my number…and now—where’s my fifty?”
He started and blushed, remembering. “Oh.” He reached into his pants pocket, retrieved his wallet and gave her half of his monthly allowance. “Thanks. That was great. So—the next time, do I have to give you fifty again?”
”Fuck you Lex.” She smiled, though. “For you, it’s always free. Walk me back in.”
Lex began to straighten his clothes and she stopped him. “Not too neat,” she winked.
“How did you get to be so—so…”
“Wise?” she laughed. He smiled and she said, “Surviving kid, surviving.”
They walked back inside, heads turned and whispers floated their way. She walked straight up to Harry and very obviously handed the money back. She said in a loud stage whisper, “God, I should be paying you…”she looked over her shoulder at Lex and threw him a kiss and walked away, hips twitching.
Lex felt all eyes on him, but the only ones he looked into were Harry’s. Harry scowled at him, his eyes burning. “Let’s go,” he barked and the Dicks jumped to it.
Lex sneered as they walked away. He felt like he won some sort of battle that Harry had waged and lost.
He walked back to his dorm room, thinking about the evening. It had been amazing and…scary. He undressed, put on his pajamas and went through his nightly rituals on autopilot. His mind kept going around and around in circles thinking about the evening. He lay in bed, waiting for sleep to calm his thoughts—the sun was spilling in through the curtains, before Lex finally fell asleep.
More coming! *she said coming--snickersnickersnicker*
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Poor Lex, all alone.
*sigh*
How old is he? How long does he have to be there?
*smooches you*
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Wheeee!
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Brothers
(Anonymous) 2006-05-01 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)'For you, it's always free' turns her from an evil whore to a likeable slut. I <3 this story-how crushed is Bruce gonna be if/when Clark and Lex get together? Aww
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Funny (to me) that Harry didn't get mad at Victoria, but is posessive of her? Heh. It fits though.
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B&H 19
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