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Brothers And Heroes part 40
The Previous Parts are...hey...where are they? Say, do you hear screaming coming from Mikey's house? Holy crap--run for it!!!
This part gets weird and then it gets weirder. I have the best time inside my head. heh.
Clark walked back home from the movies by himself, thinking over the events of the night. He was puzzled and confused and not a little upset.
The movie was the second scariest thing that happened to Clark that night. He was sure he’d never forget that giant fish snatching people out of the ocean with a gusto that surpassed Pete on “buy-one-slice-get one-free” night at Mario’s. He’d shivered with tension as the music thundered in the theater, a relentless beat that had him yelling with the rest of the crowd when it crashed to a halt with the appearance of the monster. He’d laughed at himself, just like everyone else and Chloe had practically climbed in his lap at that point.
He sighed. She was still crushing on him, and he felt awful about it. She claimed that she thought of him as a brother, but he doubted that. He should just tell her, he sighed. It was just…hard to take that first step.
There they’d been, Chloe on one side of him, hands locked around his arm, and if he wasn’t more than human, he’d probably still have no feeling in it. Whit had been on the other side, wrapped up in Lana. She spent the whole film nearly in his armpit. Clark stopped and shook his head. He needed to stop thinking about her in a negative way. After all she was Whit’s girlfriend…Clark stopped and swallowed. Yeah…well, she was a perfectly nice girl. It was just that every time she’d screamed and shoved herself tighter under his arm, she’d knocked Whit into him and after a while, he was leaning on Clark and then his hand got trapped between their legs.
It got scarier after that. Because every time Whit moved his hand, his knuckles poked him in the leg, right above his knee. And they were so…hot. He could feel them, each separate knob of bone, burning into his leg. He could feel his face getting hot, and no matter how he’d tried to squirm away, his hand just stuck in there, tighter and tighter. Every little shift of Whit’s hand made him blush more, get hotter, a little breathless. He’d tried to concentrate on the movie, but all he could hear was Whit breathing. When Whit’s fingers moved again, they rubbed up and down and they pressed a little harder. After a few minutes, he’d horrified himself by pressing back. They’d push, he’d push back, they rubbed and he eased his leg up and down against his knuckles and gotten hard and started to sweat, equally turned on and horrified that he was doing it there, in front of his friends, in front of Whit’s girlfriend….
When he’d glanced over, he saw that Whit was kissing Lana; kissing her like they were all alone. Clark blushed at the thought of it—it’d made him harder and also made him feel like a fool—Whit didn’t even know he was touching him. Lana had a hand in Whit’s lap; her palm was riding over the bulge there. Clark remembered how shocked he was, he’d glanced around to see if anyone was seeing what he saw. No one looked, no one noticed…so Clark slid his hand into his own lap, squeezed lightly and stared at the screen. He squeaked when a hand covered his and automatically looked at Chloe. Not her hand.
Whit looked like he was going to die when Clark caught his eyes... He’d slid his hand under Clark’s and touched him, fingertips stroked him briefly, so light Clark could hardly feel it, but it made his dick jerk so hard he groaned, and Whit yanked his hand back.
Clark stumbled as the impact of that look hit him again and sent a jolt straight to his dick. What the hell was going on? He never thought of Whit like that before, Whit wasn’t even on his mental list of guys he’d do in a heartbeat. He groaned. Before tonight, Whit didn’t even register with him—he was just his friend. Sure his best friend but not--that way….
Besides, Whit was straight. He was happy with Lana—he mooned all over her, all the time—he’d had sex with her! Why would he want anything to do with him? Clark shook his head. He must be mistaken; it had to have been some sort of accident. Still…the look on Whitney’s face…Clark shivered. He had to admit, what was horrible about the whole event, what freaked him out the most, was that he*wanted* Whit to touch him. He’d wanted it so bad—he still wanted it.
Clark’s eyes filled for moment. How could he have forgotten Lex like that?
He scrubbed at his eyes and let out a long shaky sigh. So was this what Lex was talking about? Enjoy your high school life? Experience life? He wasn’t sure that he wanted to experience this scary feeling.
Clark looked up; he’d made it home and up the drive without even noticing. He walked up the porch steps and sat on the top step, folded his arms over his knees and rested his head on them. A thought popped into his mind, startling him. Whit had to be blocking things purposely, this was proof. He’d looked as shocked and guilty as Clark felt. There was no way he knew that was coming. Or did Whit know what was going to happen and felt guilt for not stopping it…Clark felt like his head was spinning, like he was trying to think backwards and forwards at the same time.
He growled in frustration and stood. Should he tell Lex about what happened? He shook his head and headed inside. Hell no. No matter what Lex said about live and do and whatnot—he didn’t need to see the future to know Lex would flip. He breathed out a small chuckle and dashed up the stairs.
He passed Bruce’s door and hesitated. Maybe he could talk to Bruce…no. He had the feeling that wouldn’t be a good or easy thing to do. He’d kind of like to keep Bruce as far away from his personal life as he could. After last summer, he wasn’t sure about anything where Bruce was concerned. He mourned that loss of easy friendship and closeness he’d had with his brother. Clark sighed. Maybe it was something time would heal.
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TBC
This part gets weird and then it gets weirder. I have the best time inside my head. heh.
Clark walked back home from the movies by himself, thinking over the events of the night. He was puzzled and confused and not a little upset.
The movie was the second scariest thing that happened to Clark that night. He was sure he’d never forget that giant fish snatching people out of the ocean with a gusto that surpassed Pete on “buy-one-slice-get one-free” night at Mario’s. He’d shivered with tension as the music thundered in the theater, a relentless beat that had him yelling with the rest of the crowd when it crashed to a halt with the appearance of the monster. He’d laughed at himself, just like everyone else and Chloe had practically climbed in his lap at that point.
He sighed. She was still crushing on him, and he felt awful about it. She claimed that she thought of him as a brother, but he doubted that. He should just tell her, he sighed. It was just…hard to take that first step.
There they’d been, Chloe on one side of him, hands locked around his arm, and if he wasn’t more than human, he’d probably still have no feeling in it. Whit had been on the other side, wrapped up in Lana. She spent the whole film nearly in his armpit. Clark stopped and shook his head. He needed to stop thinking about her in a negative way. After all she was Whit’s girlfriend…Clark stopped and swallowed. Yeah…well, she was a perfectly nice girl. It was just that every time she’d screamed and shoved herself tighter under his arm, she’d knocked Whit into him and after a while, he was leaning on Clark and then his hand got trapped between their legs.
It got scarier after that. Because every time Whit moved his hand, his knuckles poked him in the leg, right above his knee. And they were so…hot. He could feel them, each separate knob of bone, burning into his leg. He could feel his face getting hot, and no matter how he’d tried to squirm away, his hand just stuck in there, tighter and tighter. Every little shift of Whit’s hand made him blush more, get hotter, a little breathless. He’d tried to concentrate on the movie, but all he could hear was Whit breathing. When Whit’s fingers moved again, they rubbed up and down and they pressed a little harder. After a few minutes, he’d horrified himself by pressing back. They’d push, he’d push back, they rubbed and he eased his leg up and down against his knuckles and gotten hard and started to sweat, equally turned on and horrified that he was doing it there, in front of his friends, in front of Whit’s girlfriend….
When he’d glanced over, he saw that Whit was kissing Lana; kissing her like they were all alone. Clark blushed at the thought of it—it’d made him harder and also made him feel like a fool—Whit didn’t even know he was touching him. Lana had a hand in Whit’s lap; her palm was riding over the bulge there. Clark remembered how shocked he was, he’d glanced around to see if anyone was seeing what he saw. No one looked, no one noticed…so Clark slid his hand into his own lap, squeezed lightly and stared at the screen. He squeaked when a hand covered his and automatically looked at Chloe. Not her hand.
Whit looked like he was going to die when Clark caught his eyes... He’d slid his hand under Clark’s and touched him, fingertips stroked him briefly, so light Clark could hardly feel it, but it made his dick jerk so hard he groaned, and Whit yanked his hand back.
Clark stumbled as the impact of that look hit him again and sent a jolt straight to his dick. What the hell was going on? He never thought of Whit like that before, Whit wasn’t even on his mental list of guys he’d do in a heartbeat. He groaned. Before tonight, Whit didn’t even register with him—he was just his friend. Sure his best friend but not--that way….
Besides, Whit was straight. He was happy with Lana—he mooned all over her, all the time—he’d had sex with her! Why would he want anything to do with him? Clark shook his head. He must be mistaken; it had to have been some sort of accident. Still…the look on Whitney’s face…Clark shivered. He had to admit, what was horrible about the whole event, what freaked him out the most, was that he*wanted* Whit to touch him. He’d wanted it so bad—he still wanted it.
Clark’s eyes filled for moment. How could he have forgotten Lex like that?
He scrubbed at his eyes and let out a long shaky sigh. So was this what Lex was talking about? Enjoy your high school life? Experience life? He wasn’t sure that he wanted to experience this scary feeling.
Clark looked up; he’d made it home and up the drive without even noticing. He walked up the porch steps and sat on the top step, folded his arms over his knees and rested his head on them. A thought popped into his mind, startling him. Whit had to be blocking things purposely, this was proof. He’d looked as shocked and guilty as Clark felt. There was no way he knew that was coming. Or did Whit know what was going to happen and felt guilt for not stopping it…Clark felt like his head was spinning, like he was trying to think backwards and forwards at the same time.
He growled in frustration and stood. Should he tell Lex about what happened? He shook his head and headed inside. Hell no. No matter what Lex said about live and do and whatnot—he didn’t need to see the future to know Lex would flip. He breathed out a small chuckle and dashed up the stairs.
He passed Bruce’s door and hesitated. Maybe he could talk to Bruce…no. He had the feeling that wouldn’t be a good or easy thing to do. He’d kind of like to keep Bruce as far away from his personal life as he could. After last summer, he wasn’t sure about anything where Bruce was concerned. He mourned that loss of easy friendship and closeness he’d had with his brother. Clark sighed. Maybe it was something time would heal.
*****
TBC
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The concept of Lana actually having sex is blowing my mind. I don't even really accept it on the show.
*pushes Clark towards Bruce*
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Well, besides Whitney. ;D
Poor kid. Clark doesn't get any breaks.;)
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Poor Clark. Poor Bruce.
*sniffle*
Dayum. Whit! Yis!!!
:)
*bounce*
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Hee, I'm so happy, go Whit!
I'm sure Lex will have all his Clark later on, but now it's Whit time! :-)
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And you know what? Clark can get away with so much more than ANYONE else, why is that? Big alien puppy eyes, you think?
Hmmm...*ponders*
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*laughs at Jaws*
A sigh for Chloe, and her crush. Clark should tell her, and then they can be best buds and go scooby-doo and stuff. And she can get on with Pete. *grins*
I have to say I just sort of passed on it being Lana that Whit was kissing. Really. Wasn't her, just an afterimage.
But it was totally OMG!! SQUEE when Whit put his hand under Clark's in his lap. Oh boy. Time to get some ice. Whit, tell Clark you know how he feels about you, because someone needs to tell him that this is all okay.
BRUCE? HellOOO?
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poor whitney. he has that awful lana plastered to him, but he wants clark. i'm already hurtin' for him.
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Clark/Lex may be my OTP, but Clark/Whitney is defintely my 2nd. But of course... Clark/Lex/Whitney is my OTT (one true threesome!) ;)
You have corrupted me. *hugs* Thanks. ;)
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