Brothers And Heroes part 39

[roxy]

January 30, 19__

Dear Clark,
I wanted to call you but it’s hard to find a free moment to get to the phone and usually there’s a line, so I’m writing you instead. I’ll call—some day. (frown). I’m in the library, supposedly studying. How is life, how are you adjusting to high school? .

I’m fine, studying a lot. I guess until I get used to all this it’s going to be stressful. I see the upperclassmen strolling around like they own the place and I want to kick their asses. But I don’t and you know why? Because they’re bigger than me.

Maybe you should move up here and be my bodyguard?

I hope everyone is okay, and I miss you. I’m dropping this in the mail right now and when I have time, I’ll write you a proper letter or call. Promise.

Love you so much,
Lex
*****

February 15, 19__

Dear Clark,
Let me see if I can put this to you in a way you’ll understand. I do care for you, very, very much, and one day I hope to have a relationship with you, with everything that involves. But you have to try and understand the reality of what it means that I’m older. For one thing, I have much more experience. It’s clever of you to infer that that’s the reason this would work. But honestly Clark, to say that you trust I’ll know when to back off? That’s putting all the responsibility in my lap.

Sorry to disappoint you Clark, it doesn’t work like that. Not for me. It pains me to confess, I wouldn’t back off. I’d want to, I’d mean to, but you are just

Clark, don’t ask me to take control. You have to accept that this is the way it’s going to be until you’re old enough. You think I don’t wake up in the middle of the night too, so hard I can’t stand it and thinking of you? Don’t let anyone see this letter, okay?

If I had you now, I wouldn’t let you go. You’ve barely begun high school, love. Live a little first. With me, you wouldn’t have the life you should be living, the life of a normal, average high school kid. And a normal life is something I want you to have. I hope you know I only want the best for you, always.

Love you so much,
Lex
*****

Clark,
I burned the letter you sent. What the hell were you thinking?
Lex
*****

March 19, 19__

Dear Clark,
I’m glad Bruce brought you up here; glad we got the chance to talk. I just need to make sure you know what we talked about hasn’t changed anything for me, know it in your heart—it makes no difference to me. I’ve always loved you, and no matter what else you are, it’s most important that you’re Clark.

I think it’s so typically kind of you to have wanted me to think we were the same but the fact that we’re not different in the same way changes things not at all. I have to admit though, I’m curious. Have you ever tested your limits, do you think you can be x-rayed? It’s a good thing Uncle’s got money—faking those medical records and all must be a bear. I’d love to see those. And if I’m curious, Clark, imagine other people, people who don’t know you or love you? To what lengths would they go to satisfy their curiosity? Do you understand now why your parents wanted to keep your secrets secret? This isn’t something we can share with outsiders. We’re the only ones you can really trust with your life.

Remember, you have to be careful. People want to take apart what they don’t understand. They justify their need to destroy something they don’t know by calling it a desire for knowledge.

If something happened to you, I’d die. I love you so much.

P.S. I don’t think I was ever happier to have a chaperone as last Sunday. Please don’t tease me like that, for God’s sake; I’m trying to be good.
Yours forever
Lex
******

April 11, 19__

Dear Clark.
Yes, I want you to do stuff like that. I want you to go to the movies with friends, go to concerts. I want you to enjoy your self, okay? Don’t feel guilty. I don’t tell you about all the great fun things I’m doing because I’m working all the time. Professor Grant is a slave driver, but I’m learning a lot. He’s an excellent teacher, and he makes chemistry even more fascinating, and a pretty interesting person too.

Go out, have fun, and maybe I can get some time away around Easter.
Love you so much,
Lex


*****

May 8, 19__

Dear Clark,
I called this weekend and Bruce told me you guys went camping. That’s cool. I hope you had fun. I’m really sorry Chloe threw up on you. Wood smoke can mess with you some times. (haha, not laughing at you really not) Really, it’s great. Wow, Aunt Martha and Uncle Jon must trust you, boys and girls together out in the woods all alone.

Or do they know you’re not likely to get in trouble with girls?

Professor Grant took some of us out for lunch last week. He’s so funny; he had us dying all through the lunch. Best of all he paid for it. Free food—can’t beat it!
Love,
Lex
******

Hey Clark,
I wasn’t trying to be snotty with that remark about girls. I was kidding a little but I see that I have to be careful how I express myself. As for Professor Grant, he’s my teacher and that’s all he is.
I imagine that college life is very different than high school life. I’m sorry you don’t understand.
Lex
*****
inside a card printed with a reproduction of Georgia O’Keefe’s Two Calla Lilies on Pink



Forgive me please? Sometimes it’s a little hard for me too. I miss you so fucking much. I’m leaving in a few days. Dad’s taking me overseas with him. We’re going to Paris. Doesn’t that sound like a good time? . I’m coming home for certain after the Paris trip. I should be back before Bruce’s graduation. I know I make promises a lot, but this one I plan to keep.
I love you more than you know.
*****

May 25, 19__


Dear Clark,
Paris was horrible, and my dad and I had a really unpleasant time, we argued non-stop. He wants me to go to Met U when we come home. It’s a great school but I have so much going on here at Princeton and so many friends.

What the hell, he’s done it to me before. Besides, Bruce would be there and I can always make friends again, right?

I dreamt about you last night. Let’s just say, I’m glad I was in the room by myself. (wink)
Love you!
*****


Clark, oh my God—
Don’t do that to me again! Everyone in the post office looked at me like I was crazy! Where did you learn those kinds of things? Do I have to kill someone? What are you doing at home? I’m coming back for Bruce’s graduation, come hell or high water. When I do, I might not be able to hold back. I dream about it, I want to lick every square inch of your body, I want to suck your dick; I want to make you come so hard you pass out and then do it again.

Don’t write stuff like that to me, see what happens? And hell no—no phone calls! That’s out of the question!
I love you!
*****

Inside a card printed with a reproduction of Van Gogh’s Starlght Over The Rhone

Love,
I’m so, so sorry, but I probably won’t make it until after Bruce’s graduation. Dad wants me to work at LuthorCorp the rest of the summer. I have no choice. I’ll call you when we get back stateside. I will be there, just not for the graduation. I’m sure he’ll give me a few days to stay with you before I have to go to work.
Yours forever.
*****


Whitney and Clark and Pete and Lana were sitting in the booth in the window at Mario’s, waiting for Chloe and a friend of hers who wanted to meet Pete.

Pete worried at a rip in the red vinyl seat, and Clark teased him about being nervous.

Pete snorted. “Of course I’m nervous. You’d be too, if Chloe were bringing you some one *she* approved of. The chick’s probably part bulldog, or something.” He looked at them. “What? What—I meant tenacious like a bulldog, you know—like Chloe is, not looking like one, sheez.” He grabbed a slice and shoved it in his mouth, chewing emphatically. Whit laughed and Clark grinned and quickly grabbed another slice himself.

They talked though bites of cheese pizza, and gulps of coke. Clark watched the tin plate the pizza sat on, judging how many slices he could swallow down, and caught Pete eyeballing them too. They snarled at each other and Lana rolled her eyes.

“I know you guys are not going to fight over pizza,” Whit said.

Pete nodded. “Oh yes we are—Clark will eat all of it if someone doesn’t stop him first. I’m just looking out for my own, seeing how I helped pay for the pizza.”

“So did I and I should get my fair share,” Whit said, “And not just whatever crusts you don’t want.”

Lana said, “Whit, you can have my slice, I’m full.”

Pete looked at her in astonishment. “You haven’t even eaten one whole slice. How can you be full?”

Clark silently agreed with Pete—she probably just didn’t want to eat in front of Whitney. That would ruin her image as…as.. a cardboard cutout. He smiled, amused at the thought.

Whitney smiled back at him and scooted a little closer to Lana who dipped her head slightly and gave Whit a tiny smile. Clark smiled again. God, what he wouldn’t give to just push her off that bench.

They each emptied their pockets at Whit’s urging and picked out whatever quarters they had, and pumped them into the little players at each table. After a lively debate over who could chose what, they settled back to wait for their choices to play.

“So…first year of high school almost down.” Whit grinned around the table.

“So…what?” Pete said. “I’m ready for next year—bring the honeys out!”

Clark nodded “Yep, next year, he might actually get to touch a girl.”

Pete threw a straw at Clark’s head, “Fuck you Kent! Besides, I’ll be touching a girl plenty, tonight.”

Clark yelped, “Hey, watch it—you could put my eye out!”

Whit agreed with Clark, “You can’t go throwing straws willy-nilly, Pete, Clark needs those eyes.”

“The fuck—willy- nilly? What the hell does that mean? Anyway, sorry Kent,” Pete said, “That was rude of me--you need *both* your eyes to check out the honeys.”

Lana made a small noise of irritation and Whitney instantly turned his attention to her.

Clark watched and wondered, was Whitney able to see her the way he saw everyone else? Clark was willing to bet he couldn’t or else…maybe he was just seeing some thing no one else could.

Whitney turned back to look at Clark and the grin on his face dimmed a bit when he caught Clark’s eyes. Clark blushed and quickly asked Lana if she’d like an ice cream.

Whitney smiled again. Lana turned Clark down like he expected her too, and Pete and he went up to the counter to order cheese fries.

Whitney came up after them and asked Clark to come to the restroom with him---he wanted to ask him something.

Clark followed Whit into the boy’s room and waited for him to tell him what he wanted.

“Sooo, guess what I did?” And turned bright red.

Clark stared open mouthed at him. “You got high! Oh my god Whit—did you smoke grass? Lex knows about that—he says not to--what was it like…” he realized he was babbling when he saw Whit tilt his head and stare at him. “Um. Sorry. Not high?”

“No!” Whitney waited a beat. “Finished?”

Clark nodded. “Okay, yes, what is it?”

“I...”

“Oh my god you had sex—Lana had sex with you? What was it like?”

Whitney turned around and headed for the door and Clark grabbed him. “Sorry, sorry! Okay, shutting up—tell me!”

Whitney grinned and leaned against the sinks. “Okay, between me and you, it was pretty damn good.”

“Was it? Like—how, if you don’t mind me asking, I mean—I guess that is kind of
personal--”

“Wow,” Whit said, “You’re such a girl. Most guys would just be all over the sex part, hell with the personal.

Clark waited, arms folded, glowering at Whit.

“Yeah. It was like… way better than jerking off because there are parts and things to touch, and wow, sound…it was like. Better. You’ll find out. I’m telling you Clark, kissing him might have been good, but this…”

“I…who? Kissing…I didn’t tell you about…oh, I’m not getting near Sean again.”

“Oh please—who the hell is talking about Sean? I mean Lex and the kiss you *didn’t* tell me about.”


Clark threw his arms out and glared at Whitney. “Why don’t you just admit you can see the future?”

“Don’t be stupid Clark,” he said as the headed out of the restroom. “No one can see the future.”
****

TBC! Whit gets naughty. Tsk. Stay tuned!

Comments

[supercaptain182.livejournal.com]

Yay! Update Update. Swings in a circle.
I knew there was some cosmic reason for me staying up tonight.
Gosh just having fresh Whitney scenes was enough...

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*bigolegrin*
Whit keeps trying to slip in there, the little slut! I keep telling him he's happy with Lana but in roxyworld, Whit/Clark is the secondary OTP in SV.

[supercaptain182.livejournal.com]

Can I move to roxyworld? Are there any vacancies near the Whit/Clark ship? *g*

[teot.livejournal.com]

I burned the letter you sent. What the hell were you thinking?

Wah! I want to know what was in the letter!

So glad to see more of this. :-)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Clark confesses all--something one shouldn't do on papar. *grin*

[droolfangrrl.livejournal.com]

"Clark,
I burned the letter you sent. What the hell were you thinking?
Lex"

bwahahahahah

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

heh--Lex can be direct when he wants to be. :)

[droolfangrrl.livejournal.com]

You is smart! By doing it this way, you let our imaginations run amok. It's like that old adage with horror movies, don't show the monster, because it's more frightening.

[tabaqui]

Wheeeeeeee!
Hehe.
Poor Lex!
Sucky dad and sucky *stuff* and Clark trying to kill him!
*snerk*

Lovely.

Do you think 'honies' is right? It just looks odd. I think 'honeys'. I wonder how you find out...
*smoooooooch*

No amusing previouslies? previouslys...ack!
*sniffle*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, it looked so weird to me too, but I didn't think to check it out. Shall I just change it to honeys you think? It looks so weird it throws me right out of the bit but I was pretty burnt out last night. Working on two things at once is wiping me out. I'm getting old, babeeeee!

[tabaqui]

Yeah, i think go ahead and say 'honeys'.
*pet pet pet pet pet pet*
Poor Ms. Thang!
*sends cabana boys to lull you to sleep with hot chocolate and fleecy blankets and...you know...inappropriate touching*
*snerk*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

You're sooooo kind! *grin*

[herohunter.livejournal.com]

*flails*

Lex and Clark are SO going to see stars when they finally do it!!!

*flails some more*
The letters? Perfect, btw!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Oh thanks so much! I'm thrilled the letters worked. I wanted to push time along and give info without a lot of words, heh. (If that makes sense!*G*)

[lapetite-kiki.livejournal.com]

I hope that Whit is going to get naughty with Clark!!! ... What a girl can dream?! ;-)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

lol! he really seems determined, I'll tell you!

[ender24]

*cries*
everytime you mention whit, i remember how much I miss him from the show...
awwwwwwww, cute letters :)
they are sooo cute!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heeee! Thank you beloved!

[dana-aeryn.livejournal.com]

Loved this update!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*hug* Thank you!

[miche-connor.livejournal.com]

GOd, I loved those letters. ANd that you didn't have Clark's AND Lex's. And the prints...so Lex. Love that he is so smitten with Clark.

Lionel still has to die in a pit.

PETE! OMG. Love him so much, thoough, my eyes nearly started out of my head when he said "honeys". I thought he'd said "homeys". And my brain went out of my head. :) lol

Yay for cardboard cutouts and Clark glaring. Oh, yes. Glare, glare, glare.

Whitney needs to just kiss Clark, darnit.
And Lana needs to see it.

Heh. *laughs evilly*

[myownghost.livejournal.com]

i really, seriously like whitney in this. (and i love it when i can like whitney!)

one of these days i have to get me a whitney icon.

[myownghost.livejournal.com]

oh, p.s., clark's wanting to push lana off the bench made me grin.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

arg! Stupid LJ ate my comment!
I'm happy that Whit is likable for you--lots of folks don't like him, he's like the Riley of SV. *G*