B&H part...what part *is* this?
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roxyThe Previous Parrts are on Mikey's lawn, calling him out and offering him sexual favors--and hey! that's Big Bertha!
The end of the summer came with a sense of relief, release. Lex packed his bag slowly; folding clothing carefully. Everything lay in the bag, neatly and organized. He’d cleaned his room thoroughly, cleaned off his desk. Organized his papers, stowed them away. He’d packed a few pictures, the kind of pictures you could put on a mantle and say, yes, him—he’s an old friend. Hidden the rest. No way did he trust his dad not to find them, not to look…not to use them somehow. He should just throw them away…but he couldn’t, not yet.
He thought about the darkness he’d felt licking at him all summer long. Still felt it, but he refused to let it rule him. He could live with this, work around this. He was glad to leave, he really was. He felt as if the darkness leached out of him and infected his family, Bruce, Clark…this summer had been the world turned upside down. Maybe after he left it would all right itself again.
He had the bag almost full when a soft knock came at the door. He hadn’t heard footsteps. “Come,” he said, and let the lick of disappointment evaporate—it was Uncle Jon.
“Lex.” He sat on the end of his bed, and watched him pack for a moment. “Need a hand with that?” he asked when Lex tried to shut it. “Looks like it might be a bit...full.” He grinned at Lex and Lex grinned back.
“I never think I’m buying that much until I pack, I should just box some of this and send it—“
“But then you’d have to wait for it, and I know you can’t live without the, what—two dozen or so issues of Wonder Angel or whatever you’ve got shoved in there.”
“It’s Warrior Angel—you’re teasing me.”
Jon grinned. “Of course I am.” His expression became more serious and he said, "This is a big change for you.” He held up his hand. “I know, you’ve lived away from home before. But this is different. Now you’re preparing yourself for the world. When you’re done there, you’ll be on your own, making a life for your self. Martha and I want you to know that we’re proud of you.”
When Lex protested he shook his head. “No one gets out of adolescence without some mistakes. Some of us might make almighty spectacular ones, but we all make mistakes. It’s called learning. You had to learn a harsh lesson at a young age, and I’m sorry about that. I can see you’ve changed, I can also see you’re a survivor, and more than survive, you conquer.”
Lex felt the tip of his ears burning.
“Seriously Lex, I feel there’s not a damn thing that you can’t do if you set your mind to it.” He stood. “You know we think of you as our own. There’s nothing that you can’t call on us for. We love you boy. Don’t forget that.”
Lex stuck out his hand. “I know that Uncle Jon. You’ve helped me more than you know already. I swear, I’m going to be the kind of person you really will be proud of.”
Jon stepped up to Lex and pulled him into a hug. “You will, boy. You are.” He stepped back. His eyes were red and wet; he dashed at them with the back of his hand and shook his head. “Dang—I’m getting worse than a woman—and for god’s sake don’t repeat that to your Aunt Martha or she’ll be burning her bra at me.”
Lex laughed and blushed again. “I promise.’
He felt pretty good--after Uncle Jon left, he sat on the bed and thought about what he’d said and when the knock came at the door next time he called come in, expecting Martha, hoping for cookies to take with him—and got Clark.
Who stood grinning at him, strangling a paper bag. “I got you something—you’ll probably think it’s stupid--”
“Let me see, let me see!” Lex crowed, and pretended to grab the bag from him. He had to admit to feeling a little silly as Clark just stood and looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
“Um, Lex, yeah—that would have been killer funny about ten years ago.”
Lex blushed. “Aw, shut up.” he muttered.
Clark grinned and held out the bag.
Lex took it casually with a great show of not caring until he saw what was in the bag. “Oh wow, Clark…” inside the bag was a figurine, a figure of Warrior Angel.
“I tried to get something I thought you’d like-- that when you looked at it, you’d think, Clark gave me that…and I saw this and…and...it’s not too kiddish, is it? I can take it back…” his face fell as Lex stared at him blankly--came back to himself with a little shudder. “What? No—no Clark. This is the best present I’ve ever gotten. Swear. The best.”
Clark blushed from hairline to collarbone. “Really?”
“Really.” He put it down carefully on the bed and stepped to Clark, grabbed him in a big hug. “Thank you—thanks!” He went to kiss him on the forehead, and Clark lifted his chin at the same time and they connected lip to lip.
Lex froze.
Clark froze. And with a little moan, kissed Lex back. Or kissed him first. Lex was still frozen, and Clark pressed him back, and kissed him. Lex unfroze suddenly. Kissed him….
Lex’s overwhelming impression was warm, soft, moist…good. And warm. And soft, and a little wet, a wet tingle on his lips, and he wanted to lick the tingle and Clark’s tongue was in the way. Clark’s chest pressed against his, hard, and solid, also warm…his hands came up to his back and he was surprised how broad his back was, his hands barely covered him, and his arms were more muscled than he’d imagined they would be, not that he’d ever imagined. Not really.
They were tight around his waist—now moving up his back, strong and sure, Clark's hands cradled his head and his hands were so big—Clark was so big…and part of his brain started working again when he felt a hard length rocked against his thigh. Oh fuck oh fuck—he gave in for a minute, for one minute he gave in to the desire to be not that good a guy and pressed back, shifted so their dicks rubbed—for a minute and another minute and Clark moaned again, wet and hot against his ear and he jumped away.
Clark looked at him, startled, his arms curved in the air as if he held Lex still.
Lex was shaking his head, his whole body was shaking. “Clark, no, that…” he babbled, "We. You’re too young…” I like you but not like that his mouth opened, but to try and even say ‘not that way’ seemed beyond stupid when evidence to the contrary was throbbing in his shorts and short-circuiting his attempts to think..
Clark looked frightened--he nodded and backed away, his hands jerking closed on air. “Okay, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to do that.” He was red—redder than Lex had ever seen him, his eyes were shiny, and his mouth…Lex ripped his eyes away and stared at Clark.
“No. I’m the one. I’m sorry. I took advantage of you.” I think.
“No you didn’t!” And now fright gave way to anger. Clark shook his head firmly, and crossed his arms.
“Clark I know you like me—I know you probably think it’s love, but at this age, love is so…I mean, well—everything you feel at this age is so intense--”
“Geez Lex, shut up before you make it worse. I love you okay? I love you whether you think I should or not. So there.”
So there echoed in the air, and Lex bit his lip hard, trying to keep from smiling. “Damn it,” Clark yelled when he realized how he sounded.
Lex gave in to a snort and Clark gave him a look that dared him to laugh.
Lex took a very deep breath and said seriously. “Clark. No one’s ever given me a better gift. Really. It makes me happy how well you know me.”
Clark looked happy again. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He came closer and this time lifted Clark’s chin and kissed him purposefully. “You’re too young,” and Clark opened his mouth to protest. Lex pressed fingers against his lips gently and said, “Fourteen *is* too young.” Clark closed his eyes and frowned. “But, you won’t always be.”
And Clark’s eyes shot open. He looked stunned, amazed. “You…”
Lex pulled him in to lean against him. “I’m not telling you to wait, that would be ridiculous. But when you’re old enough, if you still…feel you love me, well, that would make me very happy.”
Clark sighed and Lex could feel his heart swell against his chest. “You love me,” he breathed. He opened his eyes again. “Don’t you think we should kiss again, like a promise?”
“If I kiss you again, I’m going to really hurt myself.”
Clark grinned ruefully and tried to not make a show of adjusting himself. “Yeah, I get it.”
Lex nodded with a pained grin of his own “Promise kiss, hunh?---that’s not a bad line.”
“Lex!” Clark yelped, appalled. “I didn’t mean it as—Oh. I hate when you tease me.”
“No you don’t,” he grinned. “Help me repack my suitcase to make room for my Warrior Angel.”
******
Out in the hallway, Bruce lingered for a moment, wondering if he should go in and then decided he wasn’t up to pretending he wasn’t dying. He’d come talk to Lex later, when Clark wasn’t in the room. He felt heavy and tired inside. He didn’t even feel the energy to be jealous. It just was what it was. Lex would let him know what came next. He shoved the tiny plastic figure of a ghost into his pocket. He’d talk to him later….
blah-blah, morecakes
The end of the summer came with a sense of relief, release. Lex packed his bag slowly; folding clothing carefully. Everything lay in the bag, neatly and organized. He’d cleaned his room thoroughly, cleaned off his desk. Organized his papers, stowed them away. He’d packed a few pictures, the kind of pictures you could put on a mantle and say, yes, him—he’s an old friend. Hidden the rest. No way did he trust his dad not to find them, not to look…not to use them somehow. He should just throw them away…but he couldn’t, not yet.
He thought about the darkness he’d felt licking at him all summer long. Still felt it, but he refused to let it rule him. He could live with this, work around this. He was glad to leave, he really was. He felt as if the darkness leached out of him and infected his family, Bruce, Clark…this summer had been the world turned upside down. Maybe after he left it would all right itself again.
He had the bag almost full when a soft knock came at the door. He hadn’t heard footsteps. “Come,” he said, and let the lick of disappointment evaporate—it was Uncle Jon.
“Lex.” He sat on the end of his bed, and watched him pack for a moment. “Need a hand with that?” he asked when Lex tried to shut it. “Looks like it might be a bit...full.” He grinned at Lex and Lex grinned back.
“I never think I’m buying that much until I pack, I should just box some of this and send it—“
“But then you’d have to wait for it, and I know you can’t live without the, what—two dozen or so issues of Wonder Angel or whatever you’ve got shoved in there.”
“It’s Warrior Angel—you’re teasing me.”
Jon grinned. “Of course I am.” His expression became more serious and he said, "This is a big change for you.” He held up his hand. “I know, you’ve lived away from home before. But this is different. Now you’re preparing yourself for the world. When you’re done there, you’ll be on your own, making a life for your self. Martha and I want you to know that we’re proud of you.”
When Lex protested he shook his head. “No one gets out of adolescence without some mistakes. Some of us might make almighty spectacular ones, but we all make mistakes. It’s called learning. You had to learn a harsh lesson at a young age, and I’m sorry about that. I can see you’ve changed, I can also see you’re a survivor, and more than survive, you conquer.”
Lex felt the tip of his ears burning.
“Seriously Lex, I feel there’s not a damn thing that you can’t do if you set your mind to it.” He stood. “You know we think of you as our own. There’s nothing that you can’t call on us for. We love you boy. Don’t forget that.”
Lex stuck out his hand. “I know that Uncle Jon. You’ve helped me more than you know already. I swear, I’m going to be the kind of person you really will be proud of.”
Jon stepped up to Lex and pulled him into a hug. “You will, boy. You are.” He stepped back. His eyes were red and wet; he dashed at them with the back of his hand and shook his head. “Dang—I’m getting worse than a woman—and for god’s sake don’t repeat that to your Aunt Martha or she’ll be burning her bra at me.”
Lex laughed and blushed again. “I promise.’
He felt pretty good--after Uncle Jon left, he sat on the bed and thought about what he’d said and when the knock came at the door next time he called come in, expecting Martha, hoping for cookies to take with him—and got Clark.
Who stood grinning at him, strangling a paper bag. “I got you something—you’ll probably think it’s stupid--”
“Let me see, let me see!” Lex crowed, and pretended to grab the bag from him. He had to admit to feeling a little silly as Clark just stood and looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
“Um, Lex, yeah—that would have been killer funny about ten years ago.”
Lex blushed. “Aw, shut up.” he muttered.
Clark grinned and held out the bag.
Lex took it casually with a great show of not caring until he saw what was in the bag. “Oh wow, Clark…” inside the bag was a figurine, a figure of Warrior Angel.
“I tried to get something I thought you’d like-- that when you looked at it, you’d think, Clark gave me that…and I saw this and…and...it’s not too kiddish, is it? I can take it back…” his face fell as Lex stared at him blankly--came back to himself with a little shudder. “What? No—no Clark. This is the best present I’ve ever gotten. Swear. The best.”
Clark blushed from hairline to collarbone. “Really?”
“Really.” He put it down carefully on the bed and stepped to Clark, grabbed him in a big hug. “Thank you—thanks!” He went to kiss him on the forehead, and Clark lifted his chin at the same time and they connected lip to lip.
Lex froze.
Clark froze. And with a little moan, kissed Lex back. Or kissed him first. Lex was still frozen, and Clark pressed him back, and kissed him. Lex unfroze suddenly. Kissed him….
Lex’s overwhelming impression was warm, soft, moist…good. And warm. And soft, and a little wet, a wet tingle on his lips, and he wanted to lick the tingle and Clark’s tongue was in the way. Clark’s chest pressed against his, hard, and solid, also warm…his hands came up to his back and he was surprised how broad his back was, his hands barely covered him, and his arms were more muscled than he’d imagined they would be, not that he’d ever imagined. Not really.
They were tight around his waist—now moving up his back, strong and sure, Clark's hands cradled his head and his hands were so big—Clark was so big…and part of his brain started working again when he felt a hard length rocked against his thigh. Oh fuck oh fuck—he gave in for a minute, for one minute he gave in to the desire to be not that good a guy and pressed back, shifted so their dicks rubbed—for a minute and another minute and Clark moaned again, wet and hot against his ear and he jumped away.
Clark looked at him, startled, his arms curved in the air as if he held Lex still.
Lex was shaking his head, his whole body was shaking. “Clark, no, that…” he babbled, "We. You’re too young…” I like you but not like that his mouth opened, but to try and even say ‘not that way’ seemed beyond stupid when evidence to the contrary was throbbing in his shorts and short-circuiting his attempts to think..
Clark looked frightened--he nodded and backed away, his hands jerking closed on air. “Okay, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to do that.” He was red—redder than Lex had ever seen him, his eyes were shiny, and his mouth…Lex ripped his eyes away and stared at Clark.
“No. I’m the one. I’m sorry. I took advantage of you.” I think.
“No you didn’t!” And now fright gave way to anger. Clark shook his head firmly, and crossed his arms.
“Clark I know you like me—I know you probably think it’s love, but at this age, love is so…I mean, well—everything you feel at this age is so intense--”
“Geez Lex, shut up before you make it worse. I love you okay? I love you whether you think I should or not. So there.”
So there echoed in the air, and Lex bit his lip hard, trying to keep from smiling. “Damn it,” Clark yelled when he realized how he sounded.
Lex gave in to a snort and Clark gave him a look that dared him to laugh.
Lex took a very deep breath and said seriously. “Clark. No one’s ever given me a better gift. Really. It makes me happy how well you know me.”
Clark looked happy again. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He came closer and this time lifted Clark’s chin and kissed him purposefully. “You’re too young,” and Clark opened his mouth to protest. Lex pressed fingers against his lips gently and said, “Fourteen *is* too young.” Clark closed his eyes and frowned. “But, you won’t always be.”
And Clark’s eyes shot open. He looked stunned, amazed. “You…”
Lex pulled him in to lean against him. “I’m not telling you to wait, that would be ridiculous. But when you’re old enough, if you still…feel you love me, well, that would make me very happy.”
Clark sighed and Lex could feel his heart swell against his chest. “You love me,” he breathed. He opened his eyes again. “Don’t you think we should kiss again, like a promise?”
“If I kiss you again, I’m going to really hurt myself.”
Clark grinned ruefully and tried to not make a show of adjusting himself. “Yeah, I get it.”
Lex nodded with a pained grin of his own “Promise kiss, hunh?---that’s not a bad line.”
“Lex!” Clark yelped, appalled. “I didn’t mean it as—Oh. I hate when you tease me.”
“No you don’t,” he grinned. “Help me repack my suitcase to make room for my Warrior Angel.”
******
Out in the hallway, Bruce lingered for a moment, wondering if he should go in and then decided he wasn’t up to pretending he wasn’t dying. He’d come talk to Lex later, when Clark wasn’t in the room. He felt heavy and tired inside. He didn’t even feel the energy to be jealous. It just was what it was. Lex would let him know what came next. He shoved the tiny plastic figure of a ghost into his pocket. He’d talk to him later….
blah-blah, morecakes
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3/3/06 11:17 pm (UTC)The first was horrific--I read it in your journal and was just disgusted--un-fucking-believable.
the second one--ROFLMAO!
You always keep the iteresting stuff coming! *HUG*