Brothers And Heroes part 21
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This part is rated 4 for naughty bits and it’s pretty much not going to change for a little bit. I hate to disappoint anyone, lawks. Sorry for the porn. *hangs head*
Harry was waiting outside of Lex’s class the next day, and walked him to his next class. They didn’t speak, Lex watched him from the corner of his eye as they walked along, and he looked like he might be smiling. Harry walked off without a word or a glance when they got to Lex’s class, leaving Lex standing in the hall, looking after him. This was a completely different kid than the whimpering heap that accosted him in the lab. He wasn’t sure what he thought of this guy; hell he didn’t know what he thought of the *other* guy. He shrugged and went in.
Harry wasn’t there after class, not that Lex looked for him, and at the end of the school day, business concerns took over, so he was too busy to even think about him. He didn’t see him at dinner, either, which was also fine with him.
The next day Harry was at his door, ready to walk with him to breakfast. “I had to stay after yesterday, I had tutoring,” he explained.
“Did I ask where you were? Do I give a damn?”
Harry blushed and hung his head. “No,” he mumbled.
Good, Lex thought and watched the boy walk on. After all the crap Harry put him through, it felt good to see some hurt on *his* face for once. It did. Really. oh shit. “Wait for me, will you damn it? You walk too fast.”
Harry stopped and turned, a very small and hopeful smile on his lips.
“So,” Lex asked when he caught up with the taller boy, “What exactly are you having trouble in?”
He sighed and drug his feet through the stones on the path as they walked . “History, I hate that class,” he said, in a bored tone.
Lex looked him over closely, “You don’t like history? Why not?”
“It’s not so much that I don’t like it, it’s…that guy is so fucking boring.”
Lex nodded. Mr. Black was boring; he made history into a great big pile of dusty dead things, sucked dry of any life or interest. It galled him that the man could so murder a subject that excited and fascinated him. He shook his head. The man was a total incompetent. “You don’t have to stay after school, I can help you.”
Harry looked at Lex, his eyes sparkled. “Really?” He ducked his head and shot a sideways glance at Lex. “Well, I don’t know…Marshall, my tutor...he is awfully good looking. Sexy.”
Lex stopped, flustered and stung. “I—I…”
“I think he’s smart, too—very, very smart Maybe the smartest guy I know.”
Lex’s face was red from more than just the cold air. He stalked ahead angrily.
“I’m kidding you,” Harry said. “See, I have a sense of humor, just like you and Vic do.” He wasn’t smiling. Lex stalked ahead, refusing to respond.
Harry called after him in a singsong voice, “I know your weakness now…”
Lex whirled around and glared at Harry. He started away again, trying to put distance between them without actually running. So he was wrong about him, no problem, he was already forgetting him—it was something he did very well.
Harry ran to catch up, he grabbed Lex’s coat and stopped him. Pulled him back against him until his mouth was next to Lex’s ear. “You’re vain. And too certain you’re smarter than anyone else.”
Lex tried to jerk away, snarling and yanking at his coat tails, but Harry didn’t budge and Lex was furious. Harry wrapped an arm around him. “Of course you are smarter than everyone else…” Harry squeezed him close. “And you are cuter, too.” Harry whispered before letting him go with a gentle push.
Lex blushed harder and tried not to look pleased. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
They walked on quietly, sat together at breakfast but didn’t speak again until it was time for classes. “Thanks.” Lex said.
“Sure. I’ll talk to you tonight,” he said and walked away.
******
Lex soon found himself thinking of Harry with the same kind of pleasure that formally was reserved for Clark and Bruce alone.
Harry was very different from the brothers—he could be sullen, and angry for no reason, sometimes he closed himself off and no amount of coaxing by Lex or Vic would bring him out of his shell. He could be sharp with Lex, but was never deliberately mean to him again. When he was happy, he was completely happy, when he laughed, Lex found himself laughing with him, found himself looking forward to Harry smiling …Harry had a way of making him feel good about himself—like Clark did.
******
Victoria was angry Lex. “You’re ignoring me—what makes you think you can ignore me?”
Lex sighed. “Look, I’m not—it’s just that I’m so busy these days. And last week Harry and I switched roommates so we could room together, so we had a lot to do getting the room together, you know.” He shifted the phone, ignored the snort on the other end, and pushed hair off of Harry’s forehead; Harry was sound asleep, rolled up on his bed in a way that, if he were a smaller guy, would be cute. “There are other things I have to do besides be at your beck and call, sweetheart.”
“You’ve got Harry to do, you mean. God, I’m beginning to hate that fruit.”
Lex tried not to get annoyed. “Don’t say that. It’s not his fault I’m the way I am.”
“You mean addicted to dick?” There was a hesitation, and he could hear her exhale “Shit—I thought I’d have a little more time before you figured that out.”
Lex laughed, partly in irritation, partly genuinely amused. “You’re such a self centered bitch, you know?”
“Fuck—you and my psychiatrist tell me that all the time. Only Richard pays *him* through the nose, and he puts it nicer than you do—listen, speaking of assholes, Pat and Richard are going to go out of town again and the suite’s just begging to be used. Why don’t you come downtown with me—we can have a nice weekend. Pat thinks she lost the key to the liquor cabinet, and they always leave some of their stash behind—what do you think?”
“Okay, sounds nice. But not with out--”
“Harry, fucking Harry. Sure. Why not? God, I remember when you loved pussy. What’s happened to us, Lex? Where did we go wrong?”
Lex laughed. “God, you’re so sick. Hey, guess what—Harry’s dad gave him permission to have a car at school next year—cool right?”
“Groovy,” she said. “I know he worked his tail off for that, poor little bitch.”
“What, he had to do…chores or something?” Harry’s dad was a bigger dick then his if that was the case. Harry shifted and parts of him fell off the narrow bed, but he kept on sleeping. He had the look of an innocent, if slightly thuggish, angel. Lex leaned down and pressed a kiss against his brow. He didn’t hear the hesitation in Vic’s voice when she responded.
“Sure, chores…hey, I’m hanging up, I have a date with an older guy. A real cool guy too, you’ll love him—Lou something, he’s an artist...or a musician—or maybe he said machinist, I don’t know. Anyway I promised him a threesome, you, me, and him--”
“Vic, I’m hanging up, you psycho bitch. And remember, drugs kill, okay?”
He could hear her yelling ‘I love you too’ into the phone as he hung up. He rolled to his side and wrapped himself around the solid warmth of his lover. He sighed and pressed against him. Lover. He kind of liked the sound of that. He felt the thin string of beads around his ankle, the string that Harry had tied there earlier.
****
“See, you have to keep these on, until they fall off on their own.” He knelt on the floor and lifted Lex’s foot into his lap and wrapped the string of purple black and white beads around his ankle, making sure they weren’t too tight, had just the right amount of swing. Lex flexed his toes against Harry’s dick, warm and soft against his foot, damp from the very hot shower they’d taken, not quite together, there was no such thing as privacy in the communal shower but still. Lex liked watching water run off Harry down his muscular back, his ass. He wanted to touch it, kiss it, but he’d not made any moves beyond heart stopping make out sessions that more often than not lately, resulted in ruined boxers. He was putting all of his allowance into laundry these days. He had no idea what to do and that was holding things up—and he flat refused all of Vic’s offers to help.
Harry stared at his ankle and Lex frowned. He had an ankle like a toothpick. He hated his chicken legs. Harry, though, Harry was staring at his leg like it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen. He ran a hand almost reverently up his shin, curled his blunt fingers over Lex’s kneecap, hissed a little and ran oddly delicate touches behind and up the outside of his thigh, until he ran his hands over Lex’s slowly awakening dick.
“Can I touch you here?” he asked and Lex nodded, “How about here,” and he stroked into the crease of his thigh, “And here,” and slid his fingers over his balls, lifting them and rolling them delicately, like they were precious to him. He breathed out, eyes narrowing pleasure, “So warm, so smooth.” He bent his neck and slid the tip of his tongue over the slowly tightening sac and Lex moaned, “Don’t, don’t do that we can't--”
Harry sighed, “why not?” and licked the length of Lex’s hardening dick. “I want to. I love you.”
Lex gasped as much from the shock of that statement as Harry taking the head of his dick into his mouth.
Love.
He pulled away and Harry groaned in frustrated disappointment, “Why? It’s not like we have to save it for our wedding night-it’s not like I haven’t jerked you off, or you jerked me off a dozen times. What are we waiting for?”
Harry stomped off to his corner of the room and glowered and he looked again like the heartless thug who’d made him miserable for so long. Except now Lex couldn’t not see the bewildered child in that face. The child that reached out for love constantly. Begged for it, gave it back to Lex as freely as he asked for. Lex felt his heart swell. Harry loved him-and he loved him back.
“Come here then,” Lex smiled and Harry lit up, as unable to hide the emotions he felt as a child.
He threw himself on his knees in front of Lex.
“I’m pretty good at this, my f-friends say so--a friend—one guy, really—I’m not a slut or anything…”
Lex pressed fingers against his lip. “Talk or blow me, we can’t have both.”
“God-sometimes you’re like Vic's evil twin sister, you bastard.”
Lex stopped laughing when his dick was pulled into a wet slick heat that was totally unlike anything he’d experienced up to that point in his life, not like Vic, not like anything he’d imagined, this was right and what he'd always wanted and it made him pant and yelp because it was too good. “Oh—Harry, stop—I’m going to come if you don’t stop right this minute.”
Harry pulled back, sat back on his heels and narrowed his eyes at Lex. “Stop ordering me around for once and just lay back and relax, I want you to come in my mouth.”
Lex closed his eys and shivered, groaning deep in his chest and Harry sucked him down to the root.
“Harry, Harry, oh god Harry, don’t, don't….”
Harry’s lips pressed against his belly, his breath snorted out in little puffs against his too sensitive skin, his finger walked back under his balls and up into his cleft and Lex was so gone he just lifted his hips a bit and let Harry slide a finger into him, it made his stomach clench and flutter, a feeling like he was going to explode into little bits seized him, tightened his balls, tightened every muscle, “Going to come,” he panted, felt Harry drooling on him as he tried to keep Lex’s dick deep in his throat. He swallowed around Lex and it made his dick flex and spit precome into Harry’s throat, Lex winced and groaned aloud when he slid his finger back out--in the next moment he was consumed with the overwhelming urge, the drive to let go. He felt it hit him, like lightning. He came so hard he swore he was breaking in two, he pressed his hands over his mouth and ground his teeth together to keep from screaming. Under his closed lids, his eyes burned.
Harry drew his mouth off him, dropped back, and caught the last drops Lex released on his chest. He leaned back on his heels, one hand holding him up as the other one flew up and down on his straining dick, his eyes locked on Lex’s. When he came, Lex felt a painful stab under his ribs at the thought of Harry looking like that with anyone else.
TBC--
This part is rated 4 for naughty bits and it’s pretty much not going to change for a little bit. I hate to disappoint anyone, lawks. Sorry for the porn. *hangs head*
Harry was waiting outside of Lex’s class the next day, and walked him to his next class. They didn’t speak, Lex watched him from the corner of his eye as they walked along, and he looked like he might be smiling. Harry walked off without a word or a glance when they got to Lex’s class, leaving Lex standing in the hall, looking after him. This was a completely different kid than the whimpering heap that accosted him in the lab. He wasn’t sure what he thought of this guy; hell he didn’t know what he thought of the *other* guy. He shrugged and went in.
Harry wasn’t there after class, not that Lex looked for him, and at the end of the school day, business concerns took over, so he was too busy to even think about him. He didn’t see him at dinner, either, which was also fine with him.
The next day Harry was at his door, ready to walk with him to breakfast. “I had to stay after yesterday, I had tutoring,” he explained.
“Did I ask where you were? Do I give a damn?”
Harry blushed and hung his head. “No,” he mumbled.
Good, Lex thought and watched the boy walk on. After all the crap Harry put him through, it felt good to see some hurt on *his* face for once. It did. Really. oh shit. “Wait for me, will you damn it? You walk too fast.”
Harry stopped and turned, a very small and hopeful smile on his lips.
“So,” Lex asked when he caught up with the taller boy, “What exactly are you having trouble in?”
He sighed and drug his feet through the stones on the path as they walked . “History, I hate that class,” he said, in a bored tone.
Lex looked him over closely, “You don’t like history? Why not?”
“It’s not so much that I don’t like it, it’s…that guy is so fucking boring.”
Lex nodded. Mr. Black was boring; he made history into a great big pile of dusty dead things, sucked dry of any life or interest. It galled him that the man could so murder a subject that excited and fascinated him. He shook his head. The man was a total incompetent. “You don’t have to stay after school, I can help you.”
Harry looked at Lex, his eyes sparkled. “Really?” He ducked his head and shot a sideways glance at Lex. “Well, I don’t know…Marshall, my tutor...he is awfully good looking. Sexy.”
Lex stopped, flustered and stung. “I—I…”
“I think he’s smart, too—very, very smart Maybe the smartest guy I know.”
Lex’s face was red from more than just the cold air. He stalked ahead angrily.
“I’m kidding you,” Harry said. “See, I have a sense of humor, just like you and Vic do.” He wasn’t smiling. Lex stalked ahead, refusing to respond.
Harry called after him in a singsong voice, “I know your weakness now…”
Lex whirled around and glared at Harry. He started away again, trying to put distance between them without actually running. So he was wrong about him, no problem, he was already forgetting him—it was something he did very well.
Harry ran to catch up, he grabbed Lex’s coat and stopped him. Pulled him back against him until his mouth was next to Lex’s ear. “You’re vain. And too certain you’re smarter than anyone else.”
Lex tried to jerk away, snarling and yanking at his coat tails, but Harry didn’t budge and Lex was furious. Harry wrapped an arm around him. “Of course you are smarter than everyone else…” Harry squeezed him close. “And you are cuter, too.” Harry whispered before letting him go with a gentle push.
Lex blushed harder and tried not to look pleased. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
They walked on quietly, sat together at breakfast but didn’t speak again until it was time for classes. “Thanks.” Lex said.
“Sure. I’ll talk to you tonight,” he said and walked away.
******
Lex soon found himself thinking of Harry with the same kind of pleasure that formally was reserved for Clark and Bruce alone.
Harry was very different from the brothers—he could be sullen, and angry for no reason, sometimes he closed himself off and no amount of coaxing by Lex or Vic would bring him out of his shell. He could be sharp with Lex, but was never deliberately mean to him again. When he was happy, he was completely happy, when he laughed, Lex found himself laughing with him, found himself looking forward to Harry smiling …Harry had a way of making him feel good about himself—like Clark did.
******
Victoria was angry Lex. “You’re ignoring me—what makes you think you can ignore me?”
Lex sighed. “Look, I’m not—it’s just that I’m so busy these days. And last week Harry and I switched roommates so we could room together, so we had a lot to do getting the room together, you know.” He shifted the phone, ignored the snort on the other end, and pushed hair off of Harry’s forehead; Harry was sound asleep, rolled up on his bed in a way that, if he were a smaller guy, would be cute. “There are other things I have to do besides be at your beck and call, sweetheart.”
“You’ve got Harry to do, you mean. God, I’m beginning to hate that fruit.”
Lex tried not to get annoyed. “Don’t say that. It’s not his fault I’m the way I am.”
“You mean addicted to dick?” There was a hesitation, and he could hear her exhale “Shit—I thought I’d have a little more time before you figured that out.”
Lex laughed, partly in irritation, partly genuinely amused. “You’re such a self centered bitch, you know?”
“Fuck—you and my psychiatrist tell me that all the time. Only Richard pays *him* through the nose, and he puts it nicer than you do—listen, speaking of assholes, Pat and Richard are going to go out of town again and the suite’s just begging to be used. Why don’t you come downtown with me—we can have a nice weekend. Pat thinks she lost the key to the liquor cabinet, and they always leave some of their stash behind—what do you think?”
“Okay, sounds nice. But not with out--”
“Harry, fucking Harry. Sure. Why not? God, I remember when you loved pussy. What’s happened to us, Lex? Where did we go wrong?”
Lex laughed. “God, you’re so sick. Hey, guess what—Harry’s dad gave him permission to have a car at school next year—cool right?”
“Groovy,” she said. “I know he worked his tail off for that, poor little bitch.”
“What, he had to do…chores or something?” Harry’s dad was a bigger dick then his if that was the case. Harry shifted and parts of him fell off the narrow bed, but he kept on sleeping. He had the look of an innocent, if slightly thuggish, angel. Lex leaned down and pressed a kiss against his brow. He didn’t hear the hesitation in Vic’s voice when she responded.
“Sure, chores…hey, I’m hanging up, I have a date with an older guy. A real cool guy too, you’ll love him—Lou something, he’s an artist...or a musician—or maybe he said machinist, I don’t know. Anyway I promised him a threesome, you, me, and him--”
“Vic, I’m hanging up, you psycho bitch. And remember, drugs kill, okay?”
He could hear her yelling ‘I love you too’ into the phone as he hung up. He rolled to his side and wrapped himself around the solid warmth of his lover. He sighed and pressed against him. Lover. He kind of liked the sound of that. He felt the thin string of beads around his ankle, the string that Harry had tied there earlier.
****
“See, you have to keep these on, until they fall off on their own.” He knelt on the floor and lifted Lex’s foot into his lap and wrapped the string of purple black and white beads around his ankle, making sure they weren’t too tight, had just the right amount of swing. Lex flexed his toes against Harry’s dick, warm and soft against his foot, damp from the very hot shower they’d taken, not quite together, there was no such thing as privacy in the communal shower but still. Lex liked watching water run off Harry down his muscular back, his ass. He wanted to touch it, kiss it, but he’d not made any moves beyond heart stopping make out sessions that more often than not lately, resulted in ruined boxers. He was putting all of his allowance into laundry these days. He had no idea what to do and that was holding things up—and he flat refused all of Vic’s offers to help.
Harry stared at his ankle and Lex frowned. He had an ankle like a toothpick. He hated his chicken legs. Harry, though, Harry was staring at his leg like it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen. He ran a hand almost reverently up his shin, curled his blunt fingers over Lex’s kneecap, hissed a little and ran oddly delicate touches behind and up the outside of his thigh, until he ran his hands over Lex’s slowly awakening dick.
“Can I touch you here?” he asked and Lex nodded, “How about here,” and he stroked into the crease of his thigh, “And here,” and slid his fingers over his balls, lifting them and rolling them delicately, like they were precious to him. He breathed out, eyes narrowing pleasure, “So warm, so smooth.” He bent his neck and slid the tip of his tongue over the slowly tightening sac and Lex moaned, “Don’t, don’t do that we can't--”
Harry sighed, “why not?” and licked the length of Lex’s hardening dick. “I want to. I love you.”
Lex gasped as much from the shock of that statement as Harry taking the head of his dick into his mouth.
Love.
He pulled away and Harry groaned in frustrated disappointment, “Why? It’s not like we have to save it for our wedding night-it’s not like I haven’t jerked you off, or you jerked me off a dozen times. What are we waiting for?”
Harry stomped off to his corner of the room and glowered and he looked again like the heartless thug who’d made him miserable for so long. Except now Lex couldn’t not see the bewildered child in that face. The child that reached out for love constantly. Begged for it, gave it back to Lex as freely as he asked for. Lex felt his heart swell. Harry loved him-and he loved him back.
“Come here then,” Lex smiled and Harry lit up, as unable to hide the emotions he felt as a child.
He threw himself on his knees in front of Lex.
“I’m pretty good at this, my f-friends say so--a friend—one guy, really—I’m not a slut or anything…”
Lex pressed fingers against his lip. “Talk or blow me, we can’t have both.”
“God-sometimes you’re like Vic's evil twin sister, you bastard.”
Lex stopped laughing when his dick was pulled into a wet slick heat that was totally unlike anything he’d experienced up to that point in his life, not like Vic, not like anything he’d imagined, this was right and what he'd always wanted and it made him pant and yelp because it was too good. “Oh—Harry, stop—I’m going to come if you don’t stop right this minute.”
Harry pulled back, sat back on his heels and narrowed his eyes at Lex. “Stop ordering me around for once and just lay back and relax, I want you to come in my mouth.”
Lex closed his eys and shivered, groaning deep in his chest and Harry sucked him down to the root.
“Harry, Harry, oh god Harry, don’t, don't….”
Harry’s lips pressed against his belly, his breath snorted out in little puffs against his too sensitive skin, his finger walked back under his balls and up into his cleft and Lex was so gone he just lifted his hips a bit and let Harry slide a finger into him, it made his stomach clench and flutter, a feeling like he was going to explode into little bits seized him, tightened his balls, tightened every muscle, “Going to come,” he panted, felt Harry drooling on him as he tried to keep Lex’s dick deep in his throat. He swallowed around Lex and it made his dick flex and spit precome into Harry’s throat, Lex winced and groaned aloud when he slid his finger back out--in the next moment he was consumed with the overwhelming urge, the drive to let go. He felt it hit him, like lightning. He came so hard he swore he was breaking in two, he pressed his hands over his mouth and ground his teeth together to keep from screaming. Under his closed lids, his eyes burned.
Harry drew his mouth off him, dropped back, and caught the last drops Lex released on his chest. He leaned back on his heels, one hand holding him up as the other one flew up and down on his straining dick, his eyes locked on Lex’s. When he came, Lex felt a painful stab under his ribs at the thought of Harry looking like that with anyone else.
TBC--
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