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Brothers and Heroespart 55
previous Parts are here, begging for a break--they aren't used to working this hard and still being on their feet....
Almost home now, folks! First bit posted October 2005. Ridiculous, no?
Anyhoo. here is is,
Have you given any thought to getting on board with Batman’s project?
Not a bit, Fly–boy.
Well, what about the other thing? Kent Farms is expanding, it needs you—Bruce wants you to take it over. It would be great, Lex…you could live at the farm again….
Let me get this straight. Bruce wants me to step down at Lexcorp and take over running Kent Farms, plus head this insanely enormous project completely outside my field of expertise…essentially, I should give my life to the Kents, because it will make Batman happy.
Yes. And because it’ll be really, really cool.
I’m hanging up now.
*****
Lex got a small package in the mail a few days after talking to Clark. Inside the box was a slightly yellowed plastic figurine of a ghost.
Lex’s first impulse was to throw it away. He even made it as far as the wastebasket near his desk. Instead, he put it on his desk and snorted.
Bastard.
He probably thought that was going to change his mind.
Lex sat and reached for the figurine. Odd, really—sending the thing seemed remarkably sentimental for Bruce. Then again, maintaining the farmhouse was a sentimental act, but he did it. Lex set the little ghost back down. He had a feeling the house was more for Clark’s sake than for Bruce’s. He was nearly certain that Bruce didn’t need places or things, to be centered.
He reached out for the phone and at the same moment, Sheila paged him.
“Boss, a messenger just brought up another package from Kent Farms for you.”
“Thanks Sheila, bring it in?”
A few moments later the doors to his office opened and she strolled in. “Here. And the file underneath it has the clippings concerning your father.” She laid the lot on his desk and frowned, looked him up and down. “You look tired—you look like hell. Have you been getting any rest? And when was the last time you ate?”
He grinned. “I ate dinner, I’m pretty sure it was last night. I think I might have fallen asleep in the shower this morning.”
“Har,” she said. “You are an absolute laugh riot, *Mr. Luthor*.”
She stalked out of his office and he watched her go with a small smirk and turned his attention to the thick mailer on his desk. Damn—Batman’s nutty project. He reached for the file containing the newspaper and magazine clippings, all featuring his dad and his quest to discredit him. He smiled. Good to know that some things at least never changed. He threw the file down and picked up the hefty mailer with a gusty sigh. Time to let Batman break his brain.
******
He was halfway through the outline when he realized a cup of coffee was steaming at his side. “Oh, thanks Sheila, I appreciate that.”
“Shelia? Kinky. Do you want me to wear a skirt too? Just so you know, I look awesome in stockings.”
Lex jumped and cursed. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? And why the hell are you here in uniform? Haven’t we talked about that?”
Robin smiled and walked over to lock the office door, and Lex resolutely kept his eyes off his spandex clad ass.
“I’m reading over this and I don’t know…Robin. This project the League wants—It’s going to require insane amounts of funding and time. It’ll never work…and tell him to check this list I put together of likely guys in the European space program,” he said.
Robin nodded. “Okay. Drink your coffee—eat the rolls. I got them just for you.”
“That’s hardly the use you should be applying your powers to, Robin. You’ve got more important things than flying breakfast to me--”
“Lunch.”
“Whatever. Batman would implode if he knew.” Lex sat back and wheeled his chair to face Robin, who perched on the edge of his desk. “Look, I’m really not sure if I’m the person for the job. What he wants to do really is impossible; well, as good as impossible. Do you realize how much money it will require?
Yeah, but between our money and your money, we have more than we could spend in two lifetimes, and what else is it good for if it doesn’t do something worthwhile? Can you imagine when we offer people the chance to do this? Picture everyone on fire for what they’re working on, and unlimited funds…can you imagine what we can do?”
“Who are you, Robert Heinlein?” Lex snorted and leaned back in his chair. “You know I do want to be part of it, but you—Batman—wants me to give up the life I have now and just—start over? Does he really think that I’ll do that?”
“He does.” Robin squeezed Lex’s shoulder, “Talk to you later.” and blurred out of the room. Lex slapped his hand down on the fluttering pile of papers. He growled and shook his head. The arrogance of those two—it was truly unbelievable.
And the press called *him* arrogant.
He settled his papers back in order and looked at the paper coffee container, sniffed appreciatively. The coffee did smell good…
He sipped and continued reading….
*****
Bruce—Kent Inc. got an invitation to the big event. He wants you to represent us. I can pick you up. In the jet, sorry. Mmm, I can feel you thinking, Lex. I know how much you like…flying.
If you could really feel me thinking, Clark, you’d have a very hard time talking right now.
Slut.
Takes one. Yes, tell him I’ll be there. And I’m faxing him some information about that flame retardant material for the cabins.
******
The crowd was huge. The grandstand was packed with people and the excitement flowed over the crowd like electricity. Lex wore an old Kent Farms ball cap, partly out of sentiment but combined with the Ray-Bans, it helped him blend in the crowd.
He scanned the crowd for familiar faces, and felt a sharp spike of excitement when he recognized Clark, moving through the crowd, his height and looks clearing a path for him. He grinned ruefully, so much for trying to remain incognito--even with the mirrored lenses of his sunglasses obscuring his eyes, Clark Kent was probably recognized by quite a few in the crowd.
He reached Lex with a huge grin. “I can’t believe Bruce didn’t want to be here for the first launch.” He missed the lightening quick frown that earned from Lex. He sighed happily and let his hip rest against Lex’s for a moment, careful to move away before anyone noticed. “It’s so exciting, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is,” and Lex smiled back, “but I’m surprised it is for you, too—you’ve been out there so many times all ready.”
“But that was me,” he smiled. “This is really important, mankind taking steps to head back into space, like they should.”
Lex let his fingertips graze Clark’s. It bothered him when Clark spoke as if he wasn’t part of the world he worked so hard to protect. Alien or not—he was still the man that Jonathan and Martha Kent raised, the son they loved dearly. Clark turned to him and for a long moment, with the rising sun making his skin glow golden, Clark looked like he did when he was a boy, eyes wide and deep, and full of warmth…and the moment passed and he grinned, all angles and shiny teeth.
“Lex, have I told you that I really like those shorts? Especially how loose the legs are?” Clark’s eyes danced, a wicked gleam shining in them and Lex shook his head.
“Clark…whatever you’re thinking, no—just—no.” Whatever Clark had on his mind was obviously not a good thing, and if he decided it involved him, he was lost. He couldn’t say no to Clark—Clark wouldn’t let him.
Clark laughed wickedly—and was gone. Winked out of existence—disappeared.
Suddenly Lex felt the most intense sensation—his dick was enveloped in heat and wet and he felt like it was being suctioned off his body and then, heat raced from his ass to his knees and he was vibrating inside and out—it felt like he was on the edge of a massive orgasm and it went on forever and ever—it was too intense. He experienced a full body orgasm that curled his toes and fingers, made every square inch of his skin shiver and his eyes roll back in his head, made his knees shake and he jerked the ball cap over his face and hoped the strangled cry as he came passed for a coughing fit —in the space of less than a minute he’d spent a lifetime orgasming. And then Clark was standing behind him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, face to the sun, unnoticed by the surging mass of humanity cheering in one voice as Columbia climbed on a column of white fire and smoke for the sky.
He dropped his head back on Clark’s chest, breathing heavily, Clark’s arms tightened around him--more than affectionate; they were keeping him on his feet. He could *feel* Clark’s smirk.
“How…”
“Something I learned from Flash,” he whispered in his ear.
Lex felt a brief stab of jealously, but squelched it. He resorted to the cool tone he used to deal with Lionel. It was useful in dealing with Clark. “Tell me, dearest. Is there any League member besides Batman that you haven’t slept with?”
Clark froze and for a moment Lex thought he overplayed it and then he felt him relax against his back, felt his lips on his ear. “Do you want to compare notches later on this evening…or we can just do this again.”
Lex laughed lightly. “Watch the shuttle, take notes for Bruce. Behave.”
Clark mumbled, “I always do.”
******
TBC!!
Almost home now, folks! First bit posted October 2005. Ridiculous, no?
Anyhoo. here is is,
Have you given any thought to getting on board with Batman’s project?
Not a bit, Fly–boy.
Well, what about the other thing? Kent Farms is expanding, it needs you—Bruce wants you to take it over. It would be great, Lex…you could live at the farm again….
Let me get this straight. Bruce wants me to step down at Lexcorp and take over running Kent Farms, plus head this insanely enormous project completely outside my field of expertise…essentially, I should give my life to the Kents, because it will make Batman happy.
Yes. And because it’ll be really, really cool.
I’m hanging up now.
*****
Lex got a small package in the mail a few days after talking to Clark. Inside the box was a slightly yellowed plastic figurine of a ghost.
Lex’s first impulse was to throw it away. He even made it as far as the wastebasket near his desk. Instead, he put it on his desk and snorted.
Bastard.
He probably thought that was going to change his mind.
Lex sat and reached for the figurine. Odd, really—sending the thing seemed remarkably sentimental for Bruce. Then again, maintaining the farmhouse was a sentimental act, but he did it. Lex set the little ghost back down. He had a feeling the house was more for Clark’s sake than for Bruce’s. He was nearly certain that Bruce didn’t need places or things, to be centered.
He reached out for the phone and at the same moment, Sheila paged him.
“Boss, a messenger just brought up another package from Kent Farms for you.”
“Thanks Sheila, bring it in?”
A few moments later the doors to his office opened and she strolled in. “Here. And the file underneath it has the clippings concerning your father.” She laid the lot on his desk and frowned, looked him up and down. “You look tired—you look like hell. Have you been getting any rest? And when was the last time you ate?”
He grinned. “I ate dinner, I’m pretty sure it was last night. I think I might have fallen asleep in the shower this morning.”
“Har,” she said. “You are an absolute laugh riot, *Mr. Luthor*.”
She stalked out of his office and he watched her go with a small smirk and turned his attention to the thick mailer on his desk. Damn—Batman’s nutty project. He reached for the file containing the newspaper and magazine clippings, all featuring his dad and his quest to discredit him. He smiled. Good to know that some things at least never changed. He threw the file down and picked up the hefty mailer with a gusty sigh. Time to let Batman break his brain.
******
He was halfway through the outline when he realized a cup of coffee was steaming at his side. “Oh, thanks Sheila, I appreciate that.”
“Shelia? Kinky. Do you want me to wear a skirt too? Just so you know, I look awesome in stockings.”
Lex jumped and cursed. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? And why the hell are you here in uniform? Haven’t we talked about that?”
Robin smiled and walked over to lock the office door, and Lex resolutely kept his eyes off his spandex clad ass.
“I’m reading over this and I don’t know…Robin. This project the League wants—It’s going to require insane amounts of funding and time. It’ll never work…and tell him to check this list I put together of likely guys in the European space program,” he said.
Robin nodded. “Okay. Drink your coffee—eat the rolls. I got them just for you.”
“That’s hardly the use you should be applying your powers to, Robin. You’ve got more important things than flying breakfast to me--”
“Lunch.”
“Whatever. Batman would implode if he knew.” Lex sat back and wheeled his chair to face Robin, who perched on the edge of his desk. “Look, I’m really not sure if I’m the person for the job. What he wants to do really is impossible; well, as good as impossible. Do you realize how much money it will require?
Yeah, but between our money and your money, we have more than we could spend in two lifetimes, and what else is it good for if it doesn’t do something worthwhile? Can you imagine when we offer people the chance to do this? Picture everyone on fire for what they’re working on, and unlimited funds…can you imagine what we can do?”
“Who are you, Robert Heinlein?” Lex snorted and leaned back in his chair. “You know I do want to be part of it, but you—Batman—wants me to give up the life I have now and just—start over? Does he really think that I’ll do that?”
“He does.” Robin squeezed Lex’s shoulder, “Talk to you later.” and blurred out of the room. Lex slapped his hand down on the fluttering pile of papers. He growled and shook his head. The arrogance of those two—it was truly unbelievable.
And the press called *him* arrogant.
He settled his papers back in order and looked at the paper coffee container, sniffed appreciatively. The coffee did smell good…
He sipped and continued reading….
*****
Bruce—Kent Inc. got an invitation to the big event. He wants you to represent us. I can pick you up. In the jet, sorry. Mmm, I can feel you thinking, Lex. I know how much you like…flying.
If you could really feel me thinking, Clark, you’d have a very hard time talking right now.
Slut.
Takes one. Yes, tell him I’ll be there. And I’m faxing him some information about that flame retardant material for the cabins.
******
The crowd was huge. The grandstand was packed with people and the excitement flowed over the crowd like electricity. Lex wore an old Kent Farms ball cap, partly out of sentiment but combined with the Ray-Bans, it helped him blend in the crowd.
He scanned the crowd for familiar faces, and felt a sharp spike of excitement when he recognized Clark, moving through the crowd, his height and looks clearing a path for him. He grinned ruefully, so much for trying to remain incognito--even with the mirrored lenses of his sunglasses obscuring his eyes, Clark Kent was probably recognized by quite a few in the crowd.
He reached Lex with a huge grin. “I can’t believe Bruce didn’t want to be here for the first launch.” He missed the lightening quick frown that earned from Lex. He sighed happily and let his hip rest against Lex’s for a moment, careful to move away before anyone noticed. “It’s so exciting, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is,” and Lex smiled back, “but I’m surprised it is for you, too—you’ve been out there so many times all ready.”
“But that was me,” he smiled. “This is really important, mankind taking steps to head back into space, like they should.”
Lex let his fingertips graze Clark’s. It bothered him when Clark spoke as if he wasn’t part of the world he worked so hard to protect. Alien or not—he was still the man that Jonathan and Martha Kent raised, the son they loved dearly. Clark turned to him and for a long moment, with the rising sun making his skin glow golden, Clark looked like he did when he was a boy, eyes wide and deep, and full of warmth…and the moment passed and he grinned, all angles and shiny teeth.
“Lex, have I told you that I really like those shorts? Especially how loose the legs are?” Clark’s eyes danced, a wicked gleam shining in them and Lex shook his head.
“Clark…whatever you’re thinking, no—just—no.” Whatever Clark had on his mind was obviously not a good thing, and if he decided it involved him, he was lost. He couldn’t say no to Clark—Clark wouldn’t let him.
Clark laughed wickedly—and was gone. Winked out of existence—disappeared.
Suddenly Lex felt the most intense sensation—his dick was enveloped in heat and wet and he felt like it was being suctioned off his body and then, heat raced from his ass to his knees and he was vibrating inside and out—it felt like he was on the edge of a massive orgasm and it went on forever and ever—it was too intense. He experienced a full body orgasm that curled his toes and fingers, made every square inch of his skin shiver and his eyes roll back in his head, made his knees shake and he jerked the ball cap over his face and hoped the strangled cry as he came passed for a coughing fit —in the space of less than a minute he’d spent a lifetime orgasming. And then Clark was standing behind him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, face to the sun, unnoticed by the surging mass of humanity cheering in one voice as Columbia climbed on a column of white fire and smoke for the sky.
He dropped his head back on Clark’s chest, breathing heavily, Clark’s arms tightened around him--more than affectionate; they were keeping him on his feet. He could *feel* Clark’s smirk.
“How…”
“Something I learned from Flash,” he whispered in his ear.
Lex felt a brief stab of jealously, but squelched it. He resorted to the cool tone he used to deal with Lionel. It was useful in dealing with Clark. “Tell me, dearest. Is there any League member besides Batman that you haven’t slept with?”
Clark froze and for a moment Lex thought he overplayed it and then he felt him relax against his back, felt his lips on his ear. “Do you want to compare notches later on this evening…or we can just do this again.”
Lex laughed lightly. “Watch the shuttle, take notes for Bruce. Behave.”
Clark mumbled, “I always do.”
******
TBC!!
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*bounce*
Wheeeeeee!
:)
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Ms. Roxy!!!! *squeals*
Bruce is being such a jerk. Poor Lex is going to be pissed off when he finds out.
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Ahhhh, Roxy poetry, how I love it!!!
I won't complain, I promise!!
*cough*sonowall'sforgiven?*cough*
What? Got a losenger???? Heeeeeeee!!
*sigh*
Hey, if SV Clark can be an asshole...sure, we'll go with it.
*is defeated*
*lol at self*
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I'm a little, okay, alot surprised that Bruce isn't going to get called on the carpet for Clark's drastic change.
Or that at the very least, Clark isn't going to be able to share what's made him a bit of a nut-case. I love the subtle bits of low self-esteem that you are weaving through Robin's brief arrogant comments here. They are so fitting with the background.
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Lex. The change in Clark... Why would he not ask about this? Is he just turning away from that, unwilling to see the strangeness between the Bat and his Robin? Or is it that he's afraid to lose them both if he says anything? I can't believe that he'd be blind.
But then - Clark said he'd never tell, not even if Lex wanted to know. Perhaps that's it. Still, it festers some, doesn't it?
Ah, maybe that explains the mixed-heiritage rent-boy in Thailand. Clark, taking quiet revenge AND getting Bruce to do what he wanted. Huh.
And the full-body Orgasm, learnt from Flash. Bwahahaha! That's funny.
I know my thoughts are slow as molasses tonight. Also - I realized - I commented about Superman Returns and didn't even think about spoilers. Feel free to delete that one, if you want. I sowwy. I am way up past my bedtime, but only one more to read...
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i felt hurt for bruce when he turned away with that figurine in his hand, and it's a pang to see it turn up again. i like bruce too much to hate him. hope he gets some kind of happiness going too.
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