Brothers and Heroes part 23
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They were back in the room, Harry was still a little drunk but clean at least, stuffed into a pair of Lex’s sweats because he insisted, and laying under the covers on Lex’s bed.
Lex was pulling on another pair of sweats, he asked Harry, “What happened tonight?”
Harry yawned and said, “Me and Vic messed around some tonight, I was upset and she was bored. We smoked a little and fucked--”
Lex struggled to keep his expression blank. He didn’t own Harry and they’d never said in any way their relationship was exclusive—or even what the hell it was exactly—just because he didn’t have sex with anyone but Harry didn’t mean…much, apparently.
“—and after, I was walking back to the dorm and someone asked me if I wanted to get high and I said yes and I followed him and he did have weed and beer and said he’d give me some if I was nice to him and stuff happened and--” he was panting when he stopped, finally took a breath. “I’m sorry.” and tears spilled down his face.
Lex didn’t react at first, Harry tended to be a maudlin drunk, one of the few annoying things about him in Lex’s opinion. His words replayed in his head and it sank in—stuff? “Stuff?”
Harry had no ability to lie, and never more so then when he was drunk. “I blew him—he wanted to fuck me but I said no. Vic already did, and I didn’t want to do it with some stranger, you know?”
Lex dropped to the floor the floor and chewed at his fingers. “Oh, of course not—not some stranger…”
“Are you okay? I upset, you didn’t I? I kind of thought you wouldn’t care--”
“You blew someone to get high— and you didn’t think I’d care? You let our best buddy--the bitch--screw you in the ass and you don’t think I’d care? What, are you stupid?”
“Yes! We go on and on and I try to tell myself that you love me back, but you’ve never said I was yours— I was jealous, jealous of some stupid little kid who got the look *I* wanted from you--”
“Harry for god’s sake, you fucking idiot, besides the fact that I love you, why would you let such a little thing push you to do something so…so self destructive? You could have gotten hurt!”
Harry grinned, more of a pained grimace then a show of humor. “I know. You said it—I’m stupid. I don’t know how you do this kind of thing. I can say I love you easier than show it.”
Lex shook his head and flopped next to him on the bed. “We’re...together, you and me, okay? A team. A couple.”
Harry smiled happily and yawned wide. “Good. Oh. Vic wants us this weekend, it’ll be fun—you, me, and her…” He trailed off to sleep, leaving behind a frustrated, amused, annoyed, and thoroughly confused Lex
******
“Vic, you bitch—what did you do to Harry?”
“Nothing he didn’t want—what’s up with you lately? You’re such a bitch—you’re not fun anymore. You drop the business— which fuck you very much for putting a crimp in my lifestyle by the way--and did I complain? You don’t play with me any more, it’s just Harry, Harry, Harry for you, but do I complain--”
“Yes! On both fucking counts—I thought my ears would bleed, you bitched so much--”
“Okay, okay! Jesus, someone’s on the rag-- look, it doesn’t matter to me that you’re being a dick--we’re still friends. And Harry needs me.”
“I’m being a--! That’s not true---and not the point--he doesn’t need you when he has me.”
“Oh really? He wants both of us; he wants to get together this weekend at Pat and Richard’s place. We can have fun, unwind…relax. We all need it, don’t you think? Just a private little party.”
“Did you know he blew some guy for weed and beer?”
“Oh. He did? Well…tell him not to do that—he’ll listen to you.”
“That’s it? ‘Tell him not to do that’? What is *wrong* with you two? Were you raised by fucking wolves? No—screw that, that’s an insult to a fine species. You two are insane!”
“Oh please, you’re not exactly Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farms, for crying out loud.”
“Well. I’ve never sucked off some stranger in an alley…”
“Lex! Really--how do you know it was an alley? I have to go—someone’s at the door. I’ll send Richard’s driver to pick you guys up tomorrow, okay? Toodles!”
Lex stared at the handset, the dial tone buzzing like a malignant hornet. He squeezed the plastic, wishing his hand were wrapped around the swan-like neck of a certain young woman…he was drowning in the flame of rage sweeping him. Really—what is wrong with those two? What’s wrong with me? He hardly knew what made him more furious, that Harry and Vic expected him to blindly go along with whatever they asked or that he knew he would.
******
Lex and Harry prepared to come into the city with Vic over the weekend, and Saturday morning they stood on the curb with a group of other students, a duffle bag packed with their stuff between Lex’s feet. Nerves made him scowl, he’d been short with Harry all morning, but Harry took it all with a smile. That of course only annoyed Lex more. His scarf whipped behind him in a sudden gust of wind, and a noise behind him made him look over his shoulder. Harry stood there, the tail of Lex’s scarf in his face; his eyes sparkling, boring into his over the scrap of wool.
“Excuse me,” Lex snapped, and tried to yank the scarf back. Harry held it to his mouth, his eyes promised a million things, all of them wicked, he rubbed the fine wool of the scarf between his fingers before he dropped it with a wink.
Lex fumed, annoyed with himself now for falling for Harry’s smile—he was such a sucker for him. At least he would refuse to smile back at him. He would smile, yes—but not in Harry’s direction. He pulled the coat collar up around his ears, shoved his hands into his pockets. The familiar smell of damp wool soothed his nerves a bit. He worried somewhat about the upcoming scene with Victoria. He wasn’t entirely sure that he was comfortable enough to do—what they wanted.
Snow blew into his face and he laughed to himself. So, he had limits…good to know.
Harry moved up closer. “There’s Vic’s daddy’s car…ready?”
Lex looked over his shoulder and shrugged. “I guess?”
The car pulled up smoothly to the curb and Lex tossed their bag into the back seat, Harry slid in next to him, closer and closer until Lex couldn’t move away from him anymore. He sighed and gave in completely, and Harry kissed his ear. They held hands all the way to their destination.
The car dropped at the Plaza, and Victoria met them at the lobby doors. “Hurry up, it’s freezing!
The lights around them made her sparkle and gleam, and the lobby was brightly lit, Christmas decorations already up. Lex grinned. She pulled the boys by the hand, and they headed quickly for the elevator, Lex’s bag banging into his legs with each step. “Hey! What’s the hurry? Aren’t your parents gone for the winter?” Harry grabbed the bag away from Lex earning him a little frown.
Victoria laughed. “ Pat and Richard are always gone for something.” she pressed the elevator button and they fell inside, Vic and Harry giggling and Lex smiling but confused. “They’re in Aspen, or St Moritz or some-fucking-where.”
She leaned against the wall, the dark fur lining of her coat framing her and a secret smile on her face. The door opened, and Victoria pulled Lex down a hallway and unlocked a set of doors that let them into a beautiful suite. Lex looked around. “This is even nicer than the Carlton.” Harry just smiled. He’d been to this particular suite before.
“Oh yeah,” she said and dropped her coat on the floor, pulled off her boots and told him to fix everyone a drink—she was going to break into the cabinet Pat kept her mother’s little helpers.
They were back in the room, Harry was still a little drunk but clean at least, stuffed into a pair of Lex’s sweats because he insisted, and laying under the covers on Lex’s bed.
Lex was pulling on another pair of sweats, he asked Harry, “What happened tonight?”
Harry yawned and said, “Me and Vic messed around some tonight, I was upset and she was bored. We smoked a little and fucked--”
Lex struggled to keep his expression blank. He didn’t own Harry and they’d never said in any way their relationship was exclusive—or even what the hell it was exactly—just because he didn’t have sex with anyone but Harry didn’t mean…much, apparently.
“—and after, I was walking back to the dorm and someone asked me if I wanted to get high and I said yes and I followed him and he did have weed and beer and said he’d give me some if I was nice to him and stuff happened and--” he was panting when he stopped, finally took a breath. “I’m sorry.” and tears spilled down his face.
Lex didn’t react at first, Harry tended to be a maudlin drunk, one of the few annoying things about him in Lex’s opinion. His words replayed in his head and it sank in—stuff? “Stuff?”
Harry had no ability to lie, and never more so then when he was drunk. “I blew him—he wanted to fuck me but I said no. Vic already did, and I didn’t want to do it with some stranger, you know?”
Lex dropped to the floor the floor and chewed at his fingers. “Oh, of course not—not some stranger…”
“Are you okay? I upset, you didn’t I? I kind of thought you wouldn’t care--”
“You blew someone to get high— and you didn’t think I’d care? You let our best buddy--the bitch--screw you in the ass and you don’t think I’d care? What, are you stupid?”
“Yes! We go on and on and I try to tell myself that you love me back, but you’ve never said I was yours— I was jealous, jealous of some stupid little kid who got the look *I* wanted from you--”
“Harry for god’s sake, you fucking idiot, besides the fact that I love you, why would you let such a little thing push you to do something so…so self destructive? You could have gotten hurt!”
Harry grinned, more of a pained grimace then a show of humor. “I know. You said it—I’m stupid. I don’t know how you do this kind of thing. I can say I love you easier than show it.”
Lex shook his head and flopped next to him on the bed. “We’re...together, you and me, okay? A team. A couple.”
Harry smiled happily and yawned wide. “Good. Oh. Vic wants us this weekend, it’ll be fun—you, me, and her…” He trailed off to sleep, leaving behind a frustrated, amused, annoyed, and thoroughly confused Lex
******
“Vic, you bitch—what did you do to Harry?”
“Nothing he didn’t want—what’s up with you lately? You’re such a bitch—you’re not fun anymore. You drop the business— which fuck you very much for putting a crimp in my lifestyle by the way--and did I complain? You don’t play with me any more, it’s just Harry, Harry, Harry for you, but do I complain--”
“Yes! On both fucking counts—I thought my ears would bleed, you bitched so much--”
“Okay, okay! Jesus, someone’s on the rag-- look, it doesn’t matter to me that you’re being a dick--we’re still friends. And Harry needs me.”
“I’m being a--! That’s not true---and not the point--he doesn’t need you when he has me.”
“Oh really? He wants both of us; he wants to get together this weekend at Pat and Richard’s place. We can have fun, unwind…relax. We all need it, don’t you think? Just a private little party.”
“Did you know he blew some guy for weed and beer?”
“Oh. He did? Well…tell him not to do that—he’ll listen to you.”
“That’s it? ‘Tell him not to do that’? What is *wrong* with you two? Were you raised by fucking wolves? No—screw that, that’s an insult to a fine species. You two are insane!”
“Oh please, you’re not exactly Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farms, for crying out loud.”
“Well. I’ve never sucked off some stranger in an alley…”
“Lex! Really--how do you know it was an alley? I have to go—someone’s at the door. I’ll send Richard’s driver to pick you guys up tomorrow, okay? Toodles!”
Lex stared at the handset, the dial tone buzzing like a malignant hornet. He squeezed the plastic, wishing his hand were wrapped around the swan-like neck of a certain young woman…he was drowning in the flame of rage sweeping him. Really—what is wrong with those two? What’s wrong with me? He hardly knew what made him more furious, that Harry and Vic expected him to blindly go along with whatever they asked or that he knew he would.
******
Lex and Harry prepared to come into the city with Vic over the weekend, and Saturday morning they stood on the curb with a group of other students, a duffle bag packed with their stuff between Lex’s feet. Nerves made him scowl, he’d been short with Harry all morning, but Harry took it all with a smile. That of course only annoyed Lex more. His scarf whipped behind him in a sudden gust of wind, and a noise behind him made him look over his shoulder. Harry stood there, the tail of Lex’s scarf in his face; his eyes sparkling, boring into his over the scrap of wool.
“Excuse me,” Lex snapped, and tried to yank the scarf back. Harry held it to his mouth, his eyes promised a million things, all of them wicked, he rubbed the fine wool of the scarf between his fingers before he dropped it with a wink.
Lex fumed, annoyed with himself now for falling for Harry’s smile—he was such a sucker for him. At least he would refuse to smile back at him. He would smile, yes—but not in Harry’s direction. He pulled the coat collar up around his ears, shoved his hands into his pockets. The familiar smell of damp wool soothed his nerves a bit. He worried somewhat about the upcoming scene with Victoria. He wasn’t entirely sure that he was comfortable enough to do—what they wanted.
Snow blew into his face and he laughed to himself. So, he had limits…good to know.
Harry moved up closer. “There’s Vic’s daddy’s car…ready?”
Lex looked over his shoulder and shrugged. “I guess?”
The car pulled up smoothly to the curb and Lex tossed their bag into the back seat, Harry slid in next to him, closer and closer until Lex couldn’t move away from him anymore. He sighed and gave in completely, and Harry kissed his ear. They held hands all the way to their destination.
The car dropped at the Plaza, and Victoria met them at the lobby doors. “Hurry up, it’s freezing!
The lights around them made her sparkle and gleam, and the lobby was brightly lit, Christmas decorations already up. Lex grinned. She pulled the boys by the hand, and they headed quickly for the elevator, Lex’s bag banging into his legs with each step. “Hey! What’s the hurry? Aren’t your parents gone for the winter?” Harry grabbed the bag away from Lex earning him a little frown.
Victoria laughed. “ Pat and Richard are always gone for something.” she pressed the elevator button and they fell inside, Vic and Harry giggling and Lex smiling but confused. “They’re in Aspen, or St Moritz or some-fucking-where.”
She leaned against the wall, the dark fur lining of her coat framing her and a secret smile on her face. The door opened, and Victoria pulled Lex down a hallway and unlocked a set of doors that let them into a beautiful suite. Lex looked around. “This is even nicer than the Carlton.” Harry just smiled. He’d been to this particular suite before.
“Oh yeah,” she said and dropped her coat on the floor, pulled off her boots and told him to fix everyone a drink—she was going to break into the cabinet Pat kept her mother’s little helpers.
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12/29/05 05:38 pm (UTC)You evol thing. A *het* threesome??
*flails*
*bops you*
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12/30/05 06:39 pm (UTC)evol?
Moi?
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12/29/05 05:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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12/29/05 07:21 pm (UTC)Drinks and little helpers, and I remember hearing something about killing characters...*rubs hands together evily*
Bwahahahaha!! *can't wait*
BUT!! Lex lives, you hear? LEX. LIVES.
*glares*
:D
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12/30/05 06:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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8/28/06 02:26 am (UTC)Oh no, "Mother's little helpers." Oh, that's so ominous, lol!
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8/28/06 03:11 am (UTC)falls down laughing.
*HUGS*
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8/28/06 03:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/28/06 03:34 am (UTC)B&H 23
8/1/08 03:44 am (UTC)Do you write any original fiction? I ask because you have created an amazing OC in Harry. There is so much depth and history to his character and you get that across with just a few lines. So far he is my favorite OC of the SV fandom.
Re: B&H 23
8/1/08 04:36 am (UTC)I admit, I adore making up OCs, I like that you can do even more with them than the characters from the show, but I always feel like I need the show characters to anchor my OCs, so to speak.
Plus, working with such a small pool of actors you need some extras to Fill out the landscape. *G*
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