Brothers And Heroes

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Whilst we wait for herohunter to update her original fic The Best Thing which you should be reading as it's great--how about a little more of this?

Here we go on to the next parts!
Parts Before



Vic called him a few days before prom, terribly sweet and docile, asking about Harry and worrying about them being separated for the summer. She made all the appropriate concerned friend -sounds, in fact Lex was sure that some part of her actually was concerned, the part that wasn’t focused on herself, small and nearly insignificant as that might be. He let her ramble on for a while and then figured it was time to cut to the chase.

“Listen, hon, as wonderful as it is to hear your voice, since we haven’t spoken since, oh gosh…yesterday, what exactly do you want? I’m busy packing here, you know?” Lex and Harry had just begun to sort through their stuff, preparing to go home for the summer, and he was appalled at how much of it had tangled together.

“Lex, you hurt me, you really do. I just called to chat—wait, wait,” she yelled as Lex told her goodbye. “I need you prom night. I need you to help supply my party. It’s just a little thing, and since I never ask you to do anything for me--”

“Vic, you ask me all the time. No, I can’t.” He jammed the phone between his ear and shoulder and tried to pack. The handful of underwear he pulled out of his dresser drawer were mostly Harry’s. He tossed them onto his bed and tried to block out Vic’s babble—

“Listen to me honey, just one little party what can it hurt? One time and never again as God is my witness!”

He grabbed a single pair of Harry’s briefs back from the tangled pile on the bed, quickly folded them and stuffed them in his bag. “What? Can you even say God without your lips catching on fire?”


“Ha ha, fuck you. This is the deal--Richard rented a suite for me at the hotel the prom’s being held at and I’m having my after part y there and I invited some of my other friends and Lex, I *need* to make a good impression. Connections, Lex, remember, it’s not where you went to school it’s who you know. Connections are everything. And I know you still have very good connections plus, you’re talented in that regard yourself…”


Lex let her drone on; enchanted as she was with the sound of her own voice he doubted she’d notice that he wasn’t paying attention.

He wasn’t too crazy about Vic’s crowd, but he figured he could deal with them for as few hours, and besides, Harry liked them and. Welll, it was important to Vic and no matter what a flake she was, he did love her. Think of it as a parting gift, he told himself. It can’t hurt. “All right, I guess I can cook a little something up, but if you want more than that…get a pen and paper and I’ll give you a few names.”

Lex hung up on Vic’s loud and enthusiastic professions of love eternal a few minutes later and returned to packing.

Harry came in a little after dark, and Lex told him what Vic wanted to do.

“Ah, she’s going to rent out the room. Cool.”

“She is?”

“Sure, it’s a great way to make cash, y’know? You provide the room, the shit, you party and have a great time and you make more than you spent. Groovy.” He stuck his head into the closet and groaned. “You couldn’t pack for me?”


“Hell no!” Lex flopped onto the bed and propped himself up on one elbow. “You have a criminal mind, young Harold.” He watched Harry toss stuff on his bed, noticed one of the tee-shirts flying through the air was his.

“Nope—just practical—I can see where money’s wanting to be made. You probably could use some cash for over the summer, right? Are you going home, after or what?” He dragged a suitcase over to his bed and dropped it.

“A few days at home and then to my uncle’s place, thank god. And you’re coming to visit right?”

“Uh, hmm. So, are you scared about next year?”

"No—why should I be? It’s just one more year here, and then, graduation. We’ll go to college together, we’ll have fun, and we’ll do well. The best part is, I get part of my inheritance and we can live together. All nice and tidy. I’ve got it al figured out.”

Harry leaned around his closet door and grinned at him. “Hey, It’s like Love Story without the painfully crappy death scene, hunh?”

“Don’t make me vomit.” Lex frowned and Harry laughed.

“Anyway, I think it’s right to do this for Vic, we won’t see much of her next year and we kind of owe her, right? We need to give her a good send off to college.”

Lex raised an eyebrow. “You’re very generous with my time.”

“What can I say? I’m in a loving mood today.” he smirked.

Lex smiled, slow and wide. “Oh, that’s good to hear. He leaned against the headboard of the narrow little bed and spread his legs. “So am I…” he traced his fingers over his stiffening dick.

Harry grinned even wider, dropped the clothes in his hand and ran to leap on the bed.

******

The prom was a glittering over the top affair, the ballroom turned out for the young guests. A band chugged away on the stage at the far end of the room, working their way through some supposedly popular song and Lex leaned on the back of Harry’s chair, stiff with boredom.

“I hate thing like this. I always have. I hate dancing in public. I hate this fucking tux, I hate the music…God, do I ever hate the music.”

Harry tilted his head back, rubbed his curls against Lex’s vest. “You’d better get used to it—if you work for your dad you can expect attending a lot of these. Besides it’s not so bad. It can be fun. If you stay out of the coat closet,” he snickered.

Lex grinned and pulled a curl. “No more coat closets, not unless you’re there too.” He grinned down at Harry and looked out over the floor with a little sigh.

“I know,” Harry said, correctly reading Lex’s mood. “It sucks but we can have our dance later. Private.” He reached back and patted Lex’s leg.


Vic made a slow and twisted return to them, working her way through the crowd, stopping every so often. She finally came back to stand between them, giddy and laughing and she wrapped her arms around Lex and kissed him sloppily. He held back from pushing her away and let her maul him for a few seconds before easing her gently back.

“Let’s go up to the room now, all right? You and Harry?” She turned to him. “Want to go up now,” she pouted.

“Yeah, Lex was just complaining about how bored he was.”


They went up to the floor the room was on and seconds later a knock at the door sent her scurrying. “Company!”

She let in a few couples, music hit turntable and she opened the bar in the corner of the room. “Now, try to keep it down,” she giggled and collected money from each couple. “Have fun.” Harry took the money form her and smiled. “I’ll hold on to it, love, you have fun.” He winked at Lex.

Couples began to trickle in, and the suite began to fill up. Conversation fought with the music, and Lex felt the first tentative prods of a headache. Harry had wandered off somewhere with Vic and he thought about going after them. What he really wanted was a few minutes of quiet—the headache was definitely showing interest in camping behind his eyes. The suite was nearly wall-to-wall people now. There was no place he could slip off to for a little quiet—he briefly though of paying Vic for one of the bedrooms and grinned.

The music pounded in his ears and chest, his eyes burned a little from the smoke. He began to sweat, bodies were pressed against him and he was so thirsty…he loosened his tie, popped a few shirt studs and gratefully accepted a Coke from someone in the crowd, worked his way back to the living room.

Vic’s friends, an older crowd, circulated through the giddy teens, some of them looking unworldly, almost alien and unreal among the children of the rich and elite. One ice-blonde woman on stiletto heels stopped him and before he could move, wrapped herself around him, kissed him until he was faint and blood rushed into his dick. “You looked too delicious, darling, I had to have a taste,” she purred into his ear. “I was right, asweet as candy, mmmm...” and she rubbed against him like a cat. A panther. Lex distinctly felt an erection grind against him through the long satin skirts of the dress. He gasped, and she raised an eyebrow and smirked before whirling around in a cloud of perfumed lace and satin skirts, and stalking off.

The air was getting heavier with smoke, and body heat, his head was beginning to whirl, moving through the crowd, being touched all over, licked, scratched, kissed, his skin was humming, he was hard and too hot, there were too many people and none of them was Harry and it was making him hurt-- he moved towards the back bedrooms and the sound and smell of sex made him dizzy. He leaned against a wall, and immediately someone was touching him, cradling his stiff dick, mouthing his neck. He tried to say stop, but his mouth wasn’t working, his brain wasn’t working. He could see into one of the half open doors, in the darkness he could see a half dressed boy, back arched and hands wrapped around the head of the boy going down on him, and he shuddered. The gasps and soft cries of strangers shot straight to his dick and the feel of cool fingers on his over heated flesh made him twitch. He wanted to run, he reached down to push away, “No, no…” His finger tangled in blond curls and he sobbed in relief. "Harry. Harry."

He looked up at Lex. “Yes, it’s me--” he rubbed his cheek against Lex’s hip and Lex sighed in relief. “Please.”

Harry yanked his pants down roughly, swallowed him with a growl and yanked at his hips, fingernails digging into his flesh. ‘God yes!’

He was coming down his throat, groaning and jerking his hips when the door to the suite crashed open and all hell broke loose.

Oh my—tbc!