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B&H part 37!
Tiny little parts make lots of numbers....
The Previous Parts have rented a bus and are off to stalk Mikey. Look they’re waving their little hands goodbye! Wait a damn minute—that’s my wallet they’re waving!!
Sean drove around town a bit, making fun of people on the street, and Clark laughed, sometimes what he said was kind of mean, but everything was funnier the way he said it and it thrilled Clark a little that Sean didn’t even care. He pointed at people and laughed and made comments and Clark felt—embarrassed, a little guilty for laughing too, but good, like Sean was treating him like his friend, not just Bruce’s little brother. Clark He was so cool.
Cool people didn’t worry about whether the Cat lady—Mrs. Samson—cared if they made fun of her hair, or the way she smelled, or her shopping cart full of cat litter and cat food. Cool people didn’t care what they said or how they said it. Clark laughed and looked at Sean to see if he saw him laughing.
Sean grinned back at him; all bright teeth and shining eyes…and the way Sean looked at him, like he never heard of Bruce and Clark felt a little warm squirming in his gut. Sean grinned wider and ran his finger lightly across Clarks arm. He had to try hard not to shiver, but he felt the hairs on his arm rise up under his touch. God, he hoped he wasn’t going to embarrass himself.
“Hey. Lets go out to the lake. We can swim--if you’re allowed to. We can stop at the gas station or something and you can call home--”.
Clark snapped, “Hey, I can do whatever I want! You wanna go, let’s go.” He crossed his fingers mentally and hoped devoutly that Bruce wasn’t going to do something stupid and come looking for him and make him die of embarrassment. It would be like having your dad show up on a date. Clark blushed. Not that this was a date or anything.
When they got to the lake, Sean drove on, following the gravel track back into the trees, past the lake. When he stopped, Clark couldn’t see the lake, couldn’t hear the crowds unless he tried.
“I thought we were going to go swimming?” He asked.
Sean smiled. “We can if you want but I thought maybe…you want to sit with me a while.”
He leaned closer and Clark felt a thrill race through him. Maybe Sean wanted to kiss him. It was a good feeling; he really, really didn’t want Whitney to be his first kiss. That would have really made him feel like a loser. If it couldn’t be Lex, then Sean was good. Show that asshole Bruce he wasn’t the only one that could steal…Clark blushed and Sean leaned closer still. His fingers touched his skin, they felt almost icy against his flushed cheeks. Closer, and he felt Sean’s breath warm against his lips, and the scent of mint tickled his nose, the smell of Sean…closer, and the almost brush against his mouth made his lips tingle. His eyes closed without his wanting them to and he felt a butterfly soft touch on his mouth.
Oh—his first kiss ever. He froze, not sure what was expected of him, and Sean’s hands moved to his neck, gentle as his own hands when he held a kitten. His thumbs framed his chin, brushed over the skin there softly, gently until Clark wished he’d hold him a little harder.
Sean’s lips rested lightly against his and then there was more, gentle pressure tipped his head back slightly and then he couldn’t help it, his lips moved under Sean’s. Sean made a low sound and pulled back. Clark felt a little thrill of horror—was he not supposed to do that? God—he shouldn’t have moved—why did he move?
Sean’s eyes were darker than before, he was breathing just a little harder—that had to be good right? The lose control thing, right? Clark felt like he might loose a little control….
“Clark, have you ever kissed anyone before?”
He felt like dying, he wanted to crawl right under the seat and die. He knew it! He sucked at it, he was lousy and now Sean was going to laugh at him. Suddenly his mouth felt too big, his teeth felt huge…he shook his head, words stuck in his throat. God, he was such a loser.
Sean inhaled sharply and his eyes lowered until they were focused on his lips. “Oh man, Clark, that’s kind of…” Clark closed his eyes and waited for the laugh to cut him through. “That’s hot,” Sean whispered. “I’m the first one you ever kissed? Did you like it?”
Clark nodded, red again and this time warmer all over. The way Sean sounded--he could feel heat building up in his groin. Sean asked him if he’d like to try it again. Yes, he really did.
Sean kissed him just as slowly and carefully as before, tipped his head back again and this time, Clark felt the hot wet tip of his tongue flit across his mouth, a gentle barely there touch he repeated until Clark tentatively opened his lips.
The slide of Sean’s tongue against his was electrifying. He felt wave after wave of heat with each sweep of his tongue, each pass over his lips, over the roof of his mouth…Clark pressed closer and closer, something inside wanted more, waited to be loosed and it was terrifying and exciting and really, really good.
Sean curled his hand around the back of Clark’s head, held him tight and sucked on his tongue. Clark moaned, he felt something ignite inside—the feeling was so intense he felt like he was on fire, everything burned…he opened his mouth wider, moaning right into Sean’s mouth, so loud that the sound knocked him out of the wonderful floating place he’d been in.
He was drowning in embarrassment, almost jerked away from Sean, but at the last moment realized he could hurt him. He felt trapped in Sean’s hands; he had to stop before…something happened. He shuddered from head to toe and instinct made him open his knees when Sean scraped nails over his legs.
He was being kissed again and he didn’t remember how that happened. The hot wet slide in and out of his mouth pulled gasp after gasp from him and then—
“Stop! Please Sean, stop now…” Clark was pressed against the window, Sean’s hands—one hand was curved over the painful erection pressed hard against his zipper, not moving but so—there—and the other was under his chin, raising his mouth to him, letting him scrape teeth over his tender swollen lips…”Stop, please!” Clark was dizzy, he felt torn between his desire to throw Sean off of him and to pull him down on top of him and just push and rub and push. Every bite, every delicious scrape of teeth made him want to spread his legs wider, made heat pound behind his eyes and in his throat and in his dick.
Sean sat back. He was panting heavily himself. When he spoke he was breathless.
“What—you’re kidding, right?” He looked red-faced and angry and Clark gasped a little, waited, still as stone—if he had to make Sean stop he would, but…to Clark’s relief, Sean’s eyes cleared and his lips smoothed out from the snarl they’d curled into. “Okay. Okay, sorry, you’re so damn…fuck. Do you want me to take you home now?”
Clark pulled his tee-shirt down as far as he could and grabbed his knees. “Can--can we go to the lake first?”
Sean exhaled hard, pulled a hand through his hair, making it even messier than it was and grinned, “Sure. Sure, kid, lets go cool down, we need it, right?”
Clark was laying stretched across the Firebird on the hood of Sean’s car and Sean was leaning between his legs, back to him and facing Bruce when he pulled up. He stalked over to the car, came to an abrupt stop in front of them. He looked at Clark. “You okay?”
Clark glanced at him, and smirked. “Of course.”
Bruce tossed his hair back and said, “Then get the fuck up.” Clark jerked upright and Sean slid off the hood.
“Hey, chill out,” Sean smiled at Bruce. “We’ve just been sitting here, people watching.”
He moved over and patted the place between them. “You can sit with us. We don’t mind.”
Bruce frowned and looked closely at Clark. His mouth was swollen, red. He looked edgy…messy. He noticed Bruce staring at his mouth and blushed deep red. Bruce glared at Sean. “Get in the truck Clark. Now.”
Clark opened his mouth and Bruce said, “I swear to god Clark if you give me any lip, I’ll kick the living hell out of you. Get in the fucking truck—right the fuck now.” Bruce’s voice got lower and quieter as he went on and Clark stiffened.
“Okay, okay.” He slid past Sean and nearly ran to the truck.
“Sean, you don’t want to mess with Clark. I’m not kidding you.”
Sean grinned and slouched back against the car. “Oh? You gonna take his place? Because I don’t see any other incentive to keep away from him. He’s old enough to—erk!”
Bruce’s hand was wrapped around Sean’s throat and squeezing hard, he watched as his face turned bright red, his eyes bulged. Sean scratched frantically at Bruce’s hands leaving red welts on the skin and Bruce hissed in his ear, “Son-of-a- bitch, you know I can kill you this easily, and I will if you fuck with my brother, I promise you.” Bruce pressed harder and shook him like a terrier with a rat. “Do you understand me?”
Sean’s eyes were wide and he nodded as much as he could with Bruce’s hand wrapped tight around his neck.
Bruce let go and stepped back. “You know I’m not kidding right?”
Sean nodded and swallowed painfully. He had a band of red around his neck that promised to purple quickly.
“No more lessons, no more rides.” He spun on his heels and stalked towards the truck and each step he took towards Clark, he could see the boy pushed himself that much more against the window. He could see that he was scared—good. He had no idea what Clark thought he could do to him but good if he still scared him.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” He flung open the door and dropped into the seat. “Do you think because he can’t harm you physically that he can’t *hurt* you? There’s more ways to damage some one then bodily, believe me.”
Clark said not a word, just huddled against the door.
“And just in case you think I’m jealous, Sean doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. You can’t hurt me by being with him.”
Clark turned red and shouted, “That’s not what I was trying to do!”
Bruce threw the truck into gear. Snorted. “Sure. You just suddenly had to start training with Sean. Right. Then you’re up in the woods doing god knows what—you’ve been a perfect little shit lately. Get over it.”
Clark kicked Bruce in the leg and the truck weaved wildly across the road before Bruce brought it to a stop on the shoulder. “God damn it Clark-you could have hurt me,” Bruce yelled, he was so angry that Clark flinched away from him, his own show of temper dissolving in the face of Bruce’s fury. He yanked Clark toward him with both hands wrapped in his collar. “Stop so help me god Clark, I’m so pissed off right now…” He pushed him back towards the door and Clark let himself fall back.
Bruce heard a small gulp. “For god’s sake, don’t cry.” and of course Clark burst into loud tears.
“I don’t get anything anymore! It’s all so—fucked up! —I keep trying to act like it’s better but it’s not! It won’t get better!” His voice rose to a wail and Bruce winced.
“I know, I know, it’s terrible--”
“No, *you’re* terrible—and I was terrible and it’s all too much! Why did you do that to me? Why?”
Bruce felt his stomach drop. There was the question again. He had no better answer this time as he did before, and he’d asked himself the same thing over and over. “I don’t know, I don’t know why. I’m so sorry. It’s like there’s something in me that I try to keep locked up…”
Clark shivered. “It must be in both of us then.”
He wrapped his arms around himself, tighter, Bruce watched him and sighed. “Look, We’ll watch each other; keep each other safe, promise. Ma and Pop, they’ll help us, keep us safe too, right? ”
Clark nodded and slowly unwound from the miserable knot he’d wrapped himself in. He asked a little hesitantly, “Bruce, do you still care about me—even though, you know.”
God Bruce thought. Does he thinks what he did was anything like what I did to him? Shit. That’s so--“Clark.” Bruce reached a hand across the seat and he took Clark’s chin in his hand. His thumb stoked once over the curve of his jaw and dropped away. He said flatly. “I love you more than anything in the world.”
Clark stared. “You do? Really?
“I swear Clark—you come first. Before everything, you come first in my heart. Always.”
Clark closed his eyes. “Okay”, he sighed. “I love you too Bruce, no matter what, you’re my older brother. Stuck with each other.”
“Whatever, kid.” Bruce forced a laugh. He turned the key in the ignition and pleaded with himself, let’s just go forward and forget everything before. I just want to keep going forward. I just want to breathe.
The truck shuddered into life and bounced back out onto the road, and the wind blew through the open windows and cooled them, dried hair and shirts and for a little bit, they felt human again. After a while Bruce said, “It’s like we’re always having this conversation, hunh?
Clark squirmed a bit. “Yeah. Maybe we can stop having it now?”
Bruce snorted. “Boy, you’re going to miss me when I leave for college, aren’t you?”
“Ask me next year when you leave! But, yeah. It’ll be weird without you. I will miss you a little bit.” He flashed Bruce a smile and it felt really good—it felt like a real smile.
“S’okay, I’ll leave you the Fortress when I go. You and your buddies can use it all you like. You know, instead of sneaking up there like you do now?”
“Great Bruce! Can we take your stupid posters down?”
Bruce gaped at Clark in mock horror. “Stupid—stupid? The Who are the greatest band in the whole world—if you had any taste you’d realize that.”
“Bruce, geez, you’ve got taste like an old man.”
“And this is why you’ll have to pay rent to use the Fortress, ungrateful brat.”
Clark grinned wide and Bruce had to grin back, Clark’s smile was wide and clear and real and damn, it was good to see.
more coming.
The Previous Parts have rented a bus and are off to stalk Mikey. Look they’re waving their little hands goodbye! Wait a damn minute—that’s my wallet they’re waving!!
Sean drove around town a bit, making fun of people on the street, and Clark laughed, sometimes what he said was kind of mean, but everything was funnier the way he said it and it thrilled Clark a little that Sean didn’t even care. He pointed at people and laughed and made comments and Clark felt—embarrassed, a little guilty for laughing too, but good, like Sean was treating him like his friend, not just Bruce’s little brother. Clark He was so cool.
Cool people didn’t worry about whether the Cat lady—Mrs. Samson—cared if they made fun of her hair, or the way she smelled, or her shopping cart full of cat litter and cat food. Cool people didn’t care what they said or how they said it. Clark laughed and looked at Sean to see if he saw him laughing.
Sean grinned back at him; all bright teeth and shining eyes…and the way Sean looked at him, like he never heard of Bruce and Clark felt a little warm squirming in his gut. Sean grinned wider and ran his finger lightly across Clarks arm. He had to try hard not to shiver, but he felt the hairs on his arm rise up under his touch. God, he hoped he wasn’t going to embarrass himself.
“Hey. Lets go out to the lake. We can swim--if you’re allowed to. We can stop at the gas station or something and you can call home--”.
Clark snapped, “Hey, I can do whatever I want! You wanna go, let’s go.” He crossed his fingers mentally and hoped devoutly that Bruce wasn’t going to do something stupid and come looking for him and make him die of embarrassment. It would be like having your dad show up on a date. Clark blushed. Not that this was a date or anything.
When they got to the lake, Sean drove on, following the gravel track back into the trees, past the lake. When he stopped, Clark couldn’t see the lake, couldn’t hear the crowds unless he tried.
“I thought we were going to go swimming?” He asked.
Sean smiled. “We can if you want but I thought maybe…you want to sit with me a while.”
He leaned closer and Clark felt a thrill race through him. Maybe Sean wanted to kiss him. It was a good feeling; he really, really didn’t want Whitney to be his first kiss. That would have really made him feel like a loser. If it couldn’t be Lex, then Sean was good. Show that asshole Bruce he wasn’t the only one that could steal…Clark blushed and Sean leaned closer still. His fingers touched his skin, they felt almost icy against his flushed cheeks. Closer, and he felt Sean’s breath warm against his lips, and the scent of mint tickled his nose, the smell of Sean…closer, and the almost brush against his mouth made his lips tingle. His eyes closed without his wanting them to and he felt a butterfly soft touch on his mouth.
Oh—his first kiss ever. He froze, not sure what was expected of him, and Sean’s hands moved to his neck, gentle as his own hands when he held a kitten. His thumbs framed his chin, brushed over the skin there softly, gently until Clark wished he’d hold him a little harder.
Sean’s lips rested lightly against his and then there was more, gentle pressure tipped his head back slightly and then he couldn’t help it, his lips moved under Sean’s. Sean made a low sound and pulled back. Clark felt a little thrill of horror—was he not supposed to do that? God—he shouldn’t have moved—why did he move?
Sean’s eyes were darker than before, he was breathing just a little harder—that had to be good right? The lose control thing, right? Clark felt like he might loose a little control….
“Clark, have you ever kissed anyone before?”
He felt like dying, he wanted to crawl right under the seat and die. He knew it! He sucked at it, he was lousy and now Sean was going to laugh at him. Suddenly his mouth felt too big, his teeth felt huge…he shook his head, words stuck in his throat. God, he was such a loser.
Sean inhaled sharply and his eyes lowered until they were focused on his lips. “Oh man, Clark, that’s kind of…” Clark closed his eyes and waited for the laugh to cut him through. “That’s hot,” Sean whispered. “I’m the first one you ever kissed? Did you like it?”
Clark nodded, red again and this time warmer all over. The way Sean sounded--he could feel heat building up in his groin. Sean asked him if he’d like to try it again. Yes, he really did.
Sean kissed him just as slowly and carefully as before, tipped his head back again and this time, Clark felt the hot wet tip of his tongue flit across his mouth, a gentle barely there touch he repeated until Clark tentatively opened his lips.
The slide of Sean’s tongue against his was electrifying. He felt wave after wave of heat with each sweep of his tongue, each pass over his lips, over the roof of his mouth…Clark pressed closer and closer, something inside wanted more, waited to be loosed and it was terrifying and exciting and really, really good.
Sean curled his hand around the back of Clark’s head, held him tight and sucked on his tongue. Clark moaned, he felt something ignite inside—the feeling was so intense he felt like he was on fire, everything burned…he opened his mouth wider, moaning right into Sean’s mouth, so loud that the sound knocked him out of the wonderful floating place he’d been in.
He was drowning in embarrassment, almost jerked away from Sean, but at the last moment realized he could hurt him. He felt trapped in Sean’s hands; he had to stop before…something happened. He shuddered from head to toe and instinct made him open his knees when Sean scraped nails over his legs.
He was being kissed again and he didn’t remember how that happened. The hot wet slide in and out of his mouth pulled gasp after gasp from him and then—
“Stop! Please Sean, stop now…” Clark was pressed against the window, Sean’s hands—one hand was curved over the painful erection pressed hard against his zipper, not moving but so—there—and the other was under his chin, raising his mouth to him, letting him scrape teeth over his tender swollen lips…”Stop, please!” Clark was dizzy, he felt torn between his desire to throw Sean off of him and to pull him down on top of him and just push and rub and push. Every bite, every delicious scrape of teeth made him want to spread his legs wider, made heat pound behind his eyes and in his throat and in his dick.
Sean sat back. He was panting heavily himself. When he spoke he was breathless.
“What—you’re kidding, right?” He looked red-faced and angry and Clark gasped a little, waited, still as stone—if he had to make Sean stop he would, but…to Clark’s relief, Sean’s eyes cleared and his lips smoothed out from the snarl they’d curled into. “Okay. Okay, sorry, you’re so damn…fuck. Do you want me to take you home now?”
Clark pulled his tee-shirt down as far as he could and grabbed his knees. “Can--can we go to the lake first?”
Sean exhaled hard, pulled a hand through his hair, making it even messier than it was and grinned, “Sure. Sure, kid, lets go cool down, we need it, right?”
Clark was laying stretched across the Firebird on the hood of Sean’s car and Sean was leaning between his legs, back to him and facing Bruce when he pulled up. He stalked over to the car, came to an abrupt stop in front of them. He looked at Clark. “You okay?”
Clark glanced at him, and smirked. “Of course.”
Bruce tossed his hair back and said, “Then get the fuck up.” Clark jerked upright and Sean slid off the hood.
“Hey, chill out,” Sean smiled at Bruce. “We’ve just been sitting here, people watching.”
He moved over and patted the place between them. “You can sit with us. We don’t mind.”
Bruce frowned and looked closely at Clark. His mouth was swollen, red. He looked edgy…messy. He noticed Bruce staring at his mouth and blushed deep red. Bruce glared at Sean. “Get in the truck Clark. Now.”
Clark opened his mouth and Bruce said, “I swear to god Clark if you give me any lip, I’ll kick the living hell out of you. Get in the fucking truck—right the fuck now.” Bruce’s voice got lower and quieter as he went on and Clark stiffened.
“Okay, okay.” He slid past Sean and nearly ran to the truck.
“Sean, you don’t want to mess with Clark. I’m not kidding you.”
Sean grinned and slouched back against the car. “Oh? You gonna take his place? Because I don’t see any other incentive to keep away from him. He’s old enough to—erk!”
Bruce’s hand was wrapped around Sean’s throat and squeezing hard, he watched as his face turned bright red, his eyes bulged. Sean scratched frantically at Bruce’s hands leaving red welts on the skin and Bruce hissed in his ear, “Son-of-a- bitch, you know I can kill you this easily, and I will if you fuck with my brother, I promise you.” Bruce pressed harder and shook him like a terrier with a rat. “Do you understand me?”
Sean’s eyes were wide and he nodded as much as he could with Bruce’s hand wrapped tight around his neck.
Bruce let go and stepped back. “You know I’m not kidding right?”
Sean nodded and swallowed painfully. He had a band of red around his neck that promised to purple quickly.
“No more lessons, no more rides.” He spun on his heels and stalked towards the truck and each step he took towards Clark, he could see the boy pushed himself that much more against the window. He could see that he was scared—good. He had no idea what Clark thought he could do to him but good if he still scared him.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” He flung open the door and dropped into the seat. “Do you think because he can’t harm you physically that he can’t *hurt* you? There’s more ways to damage some one then bodily, believe me.”
Clark said not a word, just huddled against the door.
“And just in case you think I’m jealous, Sean doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. You can’t hurt me by being with him.”
Clark turned red and shouted, “That’s not what I was trying to do!”
Bruce threw the truck into gear. Snorted. “Sure. You just suddenly had to start training with Sean. Right. Then you’re up in the woods doing god knows what—you’ve been a perfect little shit lately. Get over it.”
Clark kicked Bruce in the leg and the truck weaved wildly across the road before Bruce brought it to a stop on the shoulder. “God damn it Clark-you could have hurt me,” Bruce yelled, he was so angry that Clark flinched away from him, his own show of temper dissolving in the face of Bruce’s fury. He yanked Clark toward him with both hands wrapped in his collar. “Stop so help me god Clark, I’m so pissed off right now…” He pushed him back towards the door and Clark let himself fall back.
Bruce heard a small gulp. “For god’s sake, don’t cry.” and of course Clark burst into loud tears.
“I don’t get anything anymore! It’s all so—fucked up! —I keep trying to act like it’s better but it’s not! It won’t get better!” His voice rose to a wail and Bruce winced.
“I know, I know, it’s terrible--”
“No, *you’re* terrible—and I was terrible and it’s all too much! Why did you do that to me? Why?”
Bruce felt his stomach drop. There was the question again. He had no better answer this time as he did before, and he’d asked himself the same thing over and over. “I don’t know, I don’t know why. I’m so sorry. It’s like there’s something in me that I try to keep locked up…”
Clark shivered. “It must be in both of us then.”
He wrapped his arms around himself, tighter, Bruce watched him and sighed. “Look, We’ll watch each other; keep each other safe, promise. Ma and Pop, they’ll help us, keep us safe too, right? ”
Clark nodded and slowly unwound from the miserable knot he’d wrapped himself in. He asked a little hesitantly, “Bruce, do you still care about me—even though, you know.”
God Bruce thought. Does he thinks what he did was anything like what I did to him? Shit. That’s so--“Clark.” Bruce reached a hand across the seat and he took Clark’s chin in his hand. His thumb stoked once over the curve of his jaw and dropped away. He said flatly. “I love you more than anything in the world.”
Clark stared. “You do? Really?
“I swear Clark—you come first. Before everything, you come first in my heart. Always.”
Clark closed his eyes. “Okay”, he sighed. “I love you too Bruce, no matter what, you’re my older brother. Stuck with each other.”
“Whatever, kid.” Bruce forced a laugh. He turned the key in the ignition and pleaded with himself, let’s just go forward and forget everything before. I just want to keep going forward. I just want to breathe.
The truck shuddered into life and bounced back out onto the road, and the wind blew through the open windows and cooled them, dried hair and shirts and for a little bit, they felt human again. After a while Bruce said, “It’s like we’re always having this conversation, hunh?
Clark squirmed a bit. “Yeah. Maybe we can stop having it now?”
Bruce snorted. “Boy, you’re going to miss me when I leave for college, aren’t you?”
“Ask me next year when you leave! But, yeah. It’ll be weird without you. I will miss you a little bit.” He flashed Bruce a smile and it felt really good—it felt like a real smile.
“S’okay, I’ll leave you the Fortress when I go. You and your buddies can use it all you like. You know, instead of sneaking up there like you do now?”
“Great Bruce! Can we take your stupid posters down?”
Bruce gaped at Clark in mock horror. “Stupid—stupid? The Who are the greatest band in the whole world—if you had any taste you’d realize that.”
“Bruce, geez, you’ve got taste like an old man.”
“And this is why you’ll have to pay rent to use the Fortress, ungrateful brat.”
Clark grinned wide and Bruce had to grin back, Clark’s smile was wide and clear and real and damn, it was good to see.
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