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Previous Parts are here screaming for Mikey to come out and take pictures with them--hey! He might be more inclined to if you put your clothes back on--sheez!
A little itty bit just to remind myself what I'm supposed to be doing!
Lex was gone, promising to call as soon as he was settled in--Clark was off doing something, hanging out with Whit or Pete or something. Off being all thrilled about high school.
Bruce tossed and turned on his bed, fall was still pretending it was summer. His sheets were hot and damp and he was sticky. October couldn’t come soon enough, he couldn’t wait to pull out sweaters and jackets and shiver instead of melt. .
Swear to god—it’d been the longest, crappiest, most fucked up summer on record. Pretty much he’d been a king-size dick the whole time, he knew it. He was stupid lucky that his brother was as good as he was…if he’d been in Clark’s place, he’d have beaten the crap out of himself. And speaking of Clark shouldn’t he be home on a school night? It wasn’t fair. The younger kid always got away with murder. He yawned. The folks were getting old—they were too tired to ride herd on Clark the way they had him.
He yawned again and flopped over onto his back, kicked off the sheet sticking to him. He’d never get to sleep in this heat. He really needed to beg Pop to get air-conditioning. He sighed deeply. No doubt about it, Pop was cheap, call it what you wanted--thrifty, frugal—all it really meant was Pop, good guy that he was, was just painfully, painfully cheap.
His eyelids fell lower and lower as he tried to imagine big blocks of ice and glaciers and snow and mountain lakes full of cold water but naked Lex kept rising up out of the water, defeating the purpose of his fantasy. His dick made a little movement of interest but his hands were too heavy to lift….
He was standing on the shore, cool wet sand between his toes. It felt great, and he thought about stretching out on the sand. He could hear the waves sweeping the beach but he was facing away from the water, towards the hills. The beach stretched both ways as far as he could see, nothing but sand shimmering in the heat. Other than the sound of the water it was quiet, and getting hotter. He wiped sweat from his forehead and thought about walking up into the shade of the forest above the beach.
Instead he walked further down the beach looking for Clark and Lex was walking next to him and he felt some surprise because he couldn’t remember him being there before. A few feet away Clark played with a little pile of rocks in the sand.
“I’m making a cave,” he said and his face was round and sweet, and so serious. His hair curled, wet with sweat around his forehead and Bruce wanted to wipe his face but he didn’t. He just nodded. Lex said nothing, he smiled at him and then the sun was high above them, and the air was hotter and dryer. Clark stood, brushed his hands off and walked over to them
The closer he came the taller he got—like stop motion he grew older and older and Bruce realized he wasn’t a little kid anymore. He was so tall. His hair touched his shoulders and his eyes were blue, like Lex’s. He was looking down into Bruce’s eyes, gave him a little handmade wooden bird, like something his mother would have bought and he felt a little thrill—maybe Mom was here, he should look for her.
Clark was speaking to him—
“What?”
“Keep him for now,” he pointed at the wooden bird. “But I’m going to want him back.”
Lex turned around to face them at his words and Clark leaped into the air and was gone. Bruce stared after him. Lex touched him and he turned. He had his mouth open; he was speaking, trying to speak. Bruce felt a shiver of expectation run through him. “Yes?”
Lex kept trying and Bruce felt more and more anxious, thrilled, and hotter as the sun blazed brighter, “Yes, what is it? Lex?”
The sun came right down and touched the beach, everything exploded in a white glare and a ear-shattering roar of fire rolling over them—
Bruce woke up panting, sweat soaked and tangled in the sheet he’d yanked off the mattress in his sleep. He dropped back, still panting. That had been…weird. It’d been a long time since he’d thought of his mother. He wasn’t even sure what had happened in the dream now, just that somehow his mother entered into it, and fire and death, maybe…he shivered in spite of the heat, straightened out the sheet and tried to go back to sleep.
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A little itty bit just to remind myself what I'm supposed to be doing!
Lex was gone, promising to call as soon as he was settled in--Clark was off doing something, hanging out with Whit or Pete or something. Off being all thrilled about high school.
Bruce tossed and turned on his bed, fall was still pretending it was summer. His sheets were hot and damp and he was sticky. October couldn’t come soon enough, he couldn’t wait to pull out sweaters and jackets and shiver instead of melt. .
Swear to god—it’d been the longest, crappiest, most fucked up summer on record. Pretty much he’d been a king-size dick the whole time, he knew it. He was stupid lucky that his brother was as good as he was…if he’d been in Clark’s place, he’d have beaten the crap out of himself. And speaking of Clark shouldn’t he be home on a school night? It wasn’t fair. The younger kid always got away with murder. He yawned. The folks were getting old—they were too tired to ride herd on Clark the way they had him.
He yawned again and flopped over onto his back, kicked off the sheet sticking to him. He’d never get to sleep in this heat. He really needed to beg Pop to get air-conditioning. He sighed deeply. No doubt about it, Pop was cheap, call it what you wanted--thrifty, frugal—all it really meant was Pop, good guy that he was, was just painfully, painfully cheap.
His eyelids fell lower and lower as he tried to imagine big blocks of ice and glaciers and snow and mountain lakes full of cold water but naked Lex kept rising up out of the water, defeating the purpose of his fantasy. His dick made a little movement of interest but his hands were too heavy to lift….
He was standing on the shore, cool wet sand between his toes. It felt great, and he thought about stretching out on the sand. He could hear the waves sweeping the beach but he was facing away from the water, towards the hills. The beach stretched both ways as far as he could see, nothing but sand shimmering in the heat. Other than the sound of the water it was quiet, and getting hotter. He wiped sweat from his forehead and thought about walking up into the shade of the forest above the beach.
Instead he walked further down the beach looking for Clark and Lex was walking next to him and he felt some surprise because he couldn’t remember him being there before. A few feet away Clark played with a little pile of rocks in the sand.
“I’m making a cave,” he said and his face was round and sweet, and so serious. His hair curled, wet with sweat around his forehead and Bruce wanted to wipe his face but he didn’t. He just nodded. Lex said nothing, he smiled at him and then the sun was high above them, and the air was hotter and dryer. Clark stood, brushed his hands off and walked over to them
The closer he came the taller he got—like stop motion he grew older and older and Bruce realized he wasn’t a little kid anymore. He was so tall. His hair touched his shoulders and his eyes were blue, like Lex’s. He was looking down into Bruce’s eyes, gave him a little handmade wooden bird, like something his mother would have bought and he felt a little thrill—maybe Mom was here, he should look for her.
Clark was speaking to him—
“What?”
“Keep him for now,” he pointed at the wooden bird. “But I’m going to want him back.”
Lex turned around to face them at his words and Clark leaped into the air and was gone. Bruce stared after him. Lex touched him and he turned. He had his mouth open; he was speaking, trying to speak. Bruce felt a shiver of expectation run through him. “Yes?”
Lex kept trying and Bruce felt more and more anxious, thrilled, and hotter as the sun blazed brighter, “Yes, what is it? Lex?”
The sun came right down and touched the beach, everything exploded in a white glare and a ear-shattering roar of fire rolling over them—
Bruce woke up panting, sweat soaked and tangled in the sheet he’d yanked off the mattress in his sleep. He dropped back, still panting. That had been…weird. It’d been a long time since he’d thought of his mother. He wasn’t even sure what had happened in the dream now, just that somehow his mother entered into it, and fire and death, maybe…he shivered in spite of the heat, straightened out the sheet and tried to go back to sleep.
TBC
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:)
Nice, bay-bee.
*smooch*
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(Still trying to read the last B&H updates. Work sucks!)
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Aww! It's okay--they'll be here for you!
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Clark making a cave, giving Bruce a wooden bird. (And it seemed such a fragile bird, really.)
Clark flying. Oh boy. And Lex and Bruce not able to speak to one another. Oh boy. THat's not a good thing. I'm hoping it's not gonna mean something sinister.