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Stepping out into the bright sunlight after being in the dark theater dazzled his eyes and momentarily distracted him from the argument he was having with Clark. He had to ask him again what he’d said, and Clark snapped back, “I *said* I’m tired of you guys treating me like a baby.”
“What, because I told you not to kick the seat backs? I mean, you just went on and on just like a damn little kid—and who did you think he was going to punch out, the kid, or me? I would have had to fight him--you know you can’t fight anyone.” Lex glared at Clark, the jerk’s words echoing in his head. you fucking little bald-headed freak, tell your pet monkey to stop kicking my chair or I’ll kill him. Lex growled. Monkey—fucking jerk, calling Clark a monkey. Clark, whose green eyes were trained on him like twin lasers and his lower lip poked out in a way that did little to make him look the tough guy he was trying to be.
Lex snorted and went on. “Then *you* start in on me and I’d like to know what the hell I’ve been doing wrong lately? What’s up with you, you’re cranky as hell and to tell you the truth, I’ve had about enough.”
Clark yelled, “Than leave! Nobody said you had to hang out with me!” and heads turned their way.
Lex grinned and shrugged, took a step closer to Clark and pat him on the shoulder, leaned his head towards his. He said under his breath, “Keep it down a little will you Clark? People are looking at us weird. Weirder than usual,” he said, trying to diffuse Clark’s temper.
“Fuck you!”
Clark looked a little shocked at his own outburst and then immediately defiant. He threw his head back and glared at Lex, feet apart, his arms folded over his chest. Lex stopped and stared open-mouthed at him, torn between the desire to paste him a good one, and more disastrously, hug him.
What the fuck was going on? What the hell had he done—he snapped his mouth shut. This was about the nighttime. Or…was it? Did Clark have some idea what was going on with Bruce and him? He dismissed it even as he thought it. Clark was too innocent that way—his world was still GI Joes and bikes and matinees with popcorn, right?
Lex saw --*heard*--Uncle Jon’s truck coming around the corner, and Clark heard it too. He looked positively vicious and snarled “Bruce…”
Lex stepped forward with his hands out—what did he plan to do, stop Clark from hurting Bruce? Not bloodily likely if that’s what he wanted to do…but for an instant he truly felt that Clark was a danger to him. His hands dropped to his side again. And that was just ridiculous.
A car horn blasted behind him and he jumped. Turned. A black Firebird sat purring at the curb, the horn blasted again and the engine roared.
It was that idiot fuck buddy of Bruce’s, Sean. Clark’s face lit up and when the passenger side door opened, he took off and jumped in the car. Lex was so shocked he just stood and watched him before his brain kicked into gear again.
“Clark! Get back here, damn it!”
He could see Clark, hear him laughing and Sean leaned out of his window and grinned at him. “I’ll bring him home, ah, Lex, right? Don’t worry—he’ll be fine.” And before Lex could protest, they sped off.
Bruce ran over and whirled Lex around, red with fury. “Why the heck did you let Clark leave with Sean? He’s supposed to be with you, damn it!”
Lex glared at Bruce and asked him, “When was the last time you told your brother no?” He yanked Bruce’s hand off his shirt and hissed, “Stop making a scene for god’s sake.” He straightened his shirt and absent-mindedly did the same for Bruce, pushed the hair back from his forehead.
Bruce blushed, jerked his head back out of Lex’s reach and glared back. “Doesn’t matter, you’re the older one here. When he’s with you, he’s your responsibility.”
“Yeah well, it’s not like he’s a little kid anymore Bruce. It’s harder than that.”
Bruce yanked at his hair until it fell back over his forehead and huffed in irritation. “I know, I just don’t trust Sean. He’s kind of a weasel.”
“Ya think?” Lex said incredulously and went on, “Should we go after them? I mean, he won’t try anything with Clark will he, not that Clark would let him, since he’s not that way….” He worried at his lip and thought about Clark, knowing he wouldn’t defend himself to the extent he’d need to against Sean.
Bruce stared up the street, frowning with the same worry that had Lex biting his lip. He didn’t even think as he spoke again, more to himself than to Lex. “Yeah he is…fucking Sean...I should go look for him. Damn it, I’m gonna go look for them.” He turned to Lex, “Go back to the house and tell Ma Clark’s with me?”
Lex nodded and kept on nodding slightly as Bruce walked off. Yeah he is? What the fuck did that mean? Did Bruce even know what he’d just said?
Clark was gay? Lex felt like he’d ran full tilt into a wall. He was gay? Lex walked over to Aunt Martha’s car blindly. He sat inside and didn’t even feel the sizzling vinyl against his back. Oh my god. Clark did understand. Those nights they passed on the stair, he could tell. He did know what he was doing at night…what if he hated him for touching his brother…if he was gay…Lex swallowed hard. Things changed. If Clark was gay, then everything changed, didn’t it? Every thought that he’d never fully let form, every feeling that lurked under his skin seemed to flood his brain—for a moment he was paralyzed by the overwhelming emotions. He yanked off the ball cap he was wearing and tossed it into the back seat.
Clark was fourteen…almost. Almost in high school, almost not a little kid…shit. Untouchable. Lex bit his lip, started the car to head towards home. Shit. Shit. It was worse knowing than not.
TBC god help me...
Stepping out into the bright sunlight after being in the dark theater dazzled his eyes and momentarily distracted him from the argument he was having with Clark. He had to ask him again what he’d said, and Clark snapped back, “I *said* I’m tired of you guys treating me like a baby.”
“What, because I told you not to kick the seat backs? I mean, you just went on and on just like a damn little kid—and who did you think he was going to punch out, the kid, or me? I would have had to fight him--you know you can’t fight anyone.” Lex glared at Clark, the jerk’s words echoing in his head. you fucking little bald-headed freak, tell your pet monkey to stop kicking my chair or I’ll kill him. Lex growled. Monkey—fucking jerk, calling Clark a monkey. Clark, whose green eyes were trained on him like twin lasers and his lower lip poked out in a way that did little to make him look the tough guy he was trying to be.
Lex snorted and went on. “Then *you* start in on me and I’d like to know what the hell I’ve been doing wrong lately? What’s up with you, you’re cranky as hell and to tell you the truth, I’ve had about enough.”
Clark yelled, “Than leave! Nobody said you had to hang out with me!” and heads turned their way.
Lex grinned and shrugged, took a step closer to Clark and pat him on the shoulder, leaned his head towards his. He said under his breath, “Keep it down a little will you Clark? People are looking at us weird. Weirder than usual,” he said, trying to diffuse Clark’s temper.
“Fuck you!”
Clark looked a little shocked at his own outburst and then immediately defiant. He threw his head back and glared at Lex, feet apart, his arms folded over his chest. Lex stopped and stared open-mouthed at him, torn between the desire to paste him a good one, and more disastrously, hug him.
What the fuck was going on? What the hell had he done—he snapped his mouth shut. This was about the nighttime. Or…was it? Did Clark have some idea what was going on with Bruce and him? He dismissed it even as he thought it. Clark was too innocent that way—his world was still GI Joes and bikes and matinees with popcorn, right?
Lex saw --*heard*--Uncle Jon’s truck coming around the corner, and Clark heard it too. He looked positively vicious and snarled “Bruce…”
Lex stepped forward with his hands out—what did he plan to do, stop Clark from hurting Bruce? Not bloodily likely if that’s what he wanted to do…but for an instant he truly felt that Clark was a danger to him. His hands dropped to his side again. And that was just ridiculous.
A car horn blasted behind him and he jumped. Turned. A black Firebird sat purring at the curb, the horn blasted again and the engine roared.
It was that idiot fuck buddy of Bruce’s, Sean. Clark’s face lit up and when the passenger side door opened, he took off and jumped in the car. Lex was so shocked he just stood and watched him before his brain kicked into gear again.
“Clark! Get back here, damn it!”
He could see Clark, hear him laughing and Sean leaned out of his window and grinned at him. “I’ll bring him home, ah, Lex, right? Don’t worry—he’ll be fine.” And before Lex could protest, they sped off.
Bruce ran over and whirled Lex around, red with fury. “Why the heck did you let Clark leave with Sean? He’s supposed to be with you, damn it!”
Lex glared at Bruce and asked him, “When was the last time you told your brother no?” He yanked Bruce’s hand off his shirt and hissed, “Stop making a scene for god’s sake.” He straightened his shirt and absent-mindedly did the same for Bruce, pushed the hair back from his forehead.
Bruce blushed, jerked his head back out of Lex’s reach and glared back. “Doesn’t matter, you’re the older one here. When he’s with you, he’s your responsibility.”
“Yeah well, it’s not like he’s a little kid anymore Bruce. It’s harder than that.”
Bruce yanked at his hair until it fell back over his forehead and huffed in irritation. “I know, I just don’t trust Sean. He’s kind of a weasel.”
“Ya think?” Lex said incredulously and went on, “Should we go after them? I mean, he won’t try anything with Clark will he, not that Clark would let him, since he’s not that way….” He worried at his lip and thought about Clark, knowing he wouldn’t defend himself to the extent he’d need to against Sean.
Bruce stared up the street, frowning with the same worry that had Lex biting his lip. He didn’t even think as he spoke again, more to himself than to Lex. “Yeah he is…fucking Sean...I should go look for him. Damn it, I’m gonna go look for them.” He turned to Lex, “Go back to the house and tell Ma Clark’s with me?”
Lex nodded and kept on nodding slightly as Bruce walked off. Yeah he is? What the fuck did that mean? Did Bruce even know what he’d just said?
Clark was gay? Lex felt like he’d ran full tilt into a wall. He was gay? Lex walked over to Aunt Martha’s car blindly. He sat inside and didn’t even feel the sizzling vinyl against his back. Oh my god. Clark did understand. Those nights they passed on the stair, he could tell. He did know what he was doing at night…what if he hated him for touching his brother…if he was gay…Lex swallowed hard. Things changed. If Clark was gay, then everything changed, didn’t it? Every thought that he’d never fully let form, every feeling that lurked under his skin seemed to flood his brain—for a moment he was paralyzed by the overwhelming emotions. He yanked off the ball cap he was wearing and tossed it into the back seat.
Clark was fourteen…almost. Almost in high school, almost not a little kid…shit. Untouchable. Lex bit his lip, started the car to head towards home. Shit. Shit. It was worse knowing than not.
TBC god help me...
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