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roxyMore staff, anyone? Yes, there is more!
This bit is before Clark Steps Up, and after Itch.
Like to see it? Here it is!
Clarks Week
Saturday
After the pool party Clark found a note on his bed-Son. No matter what, we love and support you. Mom and Dad.
Okaay.Clark was…puzzled but pleased at this declaration of love out of the blue. Maybe he’d been neglecting them lately. He did have a lot on his mind what with senior year coming up and…other stuff. Yep. Gotta remember to let them know he loved them too….
Sunday
His dad kept looking at him while they were doing chores. It was the same look he gave a sick calf and -- wow. It was really making him nervous.
Breakfast was whale cakes.
He hadn’t had whale cakes since he was thirteen and Pete had made fun of his whale shaped pancakes and he told Mom he was too old for baby stuff like that and it made him sad because he *loved* whale cakes. He was a little mad at Pete for a long time because he had really loved those cakes and here they were and -- Oh.God. Some one was dying. That was the only reason Clark could think of that would cause Mom to make whale cakes- Dad was dying or….
His mother saw how pale he’d gotten and asked him if everything was ok.
“ I don’t know!” He responded in a shaky voice.
“ Did you fight with Lex?” she asked.
Hunh? What did Lex have to do with….oh God- could it be? No, no, he just saw him -- he *was* limping, though. *
“ Why? What did you hear?” he asked.
“ Oh, nothing, nothing!” she said hastily, turning red. “But, you know that you can talk to me about…anything, right.”
Clark nodded slowly, staring at his mother who seemed a little…strange… and thoughtfully chewed his whale. Something not normal was going on here.
Monday
He came home from school, thundered up the stairs and tossed his book bag on the floor. He thought about a snack before homework and nearly whooped aloud when he saw a plate of cookies on his nightstand. Yay Mom -- she rocked! He grabbed the plate. There was a paper or something stuck to the bottom. No, a pamphlet. Safe sex? What the hell? They hadn’t even had any kind of talk about…whoa! -- weren’t those two *guys*? Mom was gonna be so embarrassed when she found out…wow. That’s kinda …crap!
The ashes drifted through his fingers and he was a little stunned. The last time that had happened, Lana had bent over to pick something off the sidewalk. He’ll never forget how that planter had just sort of -- vaporized….
Tuesday
His dad kept sitting next to him -- patting him on the shoulder, opening his mouth and then just shaking his head and leaving the room. It was really creepy, like some weird speechless animatronic had replaced his dad. Finally he squeaked out, “ Son, I love you no matter what. Whoever makes you happy makes me happy, er- d’you understand?”
Clark nodded solemnly. No, he had no fucking clue but Dad was doing that sick calf face so better to take this strangeness seriously. Smallville, after all.
Wednesday
There was a book on his bed. He sat down and picked it up.
“Now That I’m Out, What Do I Do?” This is not good. He dropped back on the bed, opened the book and a note fell out.
*Give this to your friend. Read it together.* Holy crap! Why would they think Pete was…that way? What could they be thinking -- no *way* was he giving this to Pete. He should have a talk with Lex, and figure this out. Lex always came up with something sensible. He was so smart, so smooth and smart…warm and smart…smooth…. Clark drifted off with the book on his chest and dreamt of Lex, he and Lex were riding on dolphins in a warm sea, and jets of white steam blew from the dolphin’s snouts, showering the two with warmth….
Thursday
He asked his mother if he should deliver the order to the Castle.
“ Of course dear, and give our love to Lex. Invite him to dinner sometimes. We’d love to see him.” She looked determined as she said that, and his dad smiled like he’d sucked on a lemon and nodded like someone was frantically pulling a string attached to the back of his head.
Clark was really beginning to worry about them.
At the Castle he strolled past that ugly creep Henri, and handed the crate of fruit and vegetables to the really scary chef. He hated the way the guy looked at him.
The butler, Conners, called him Mr. Clark again, though he always asked him not to -- *just plain old Clark*-- and showed him into the study. He looked in to smile at Lex, but Henri was in the study. Damn! He looked at Clark with a smug little grin and brushed at his knees, and for some reason, all the fun was sucked right out of seeing Lex.
Friday
He came in from school tired and cranky from lack of sleep the night before. When he came into the living room, Mom and Dad were on the couch and both were wearing PFLAG tee-shirts and Mom had a button pinned to hers with the slogan " I love my gay son” printed on it.
That. Was. Just. Too. Fucking. Much.
“ What is wrong with you two! I am *not* gay!!”
“- it’s ok Clark. Though he’s not the choice I would have made for you -- ouch! -” His dad was saying as he came back from the twilight zone his brain was flailing about in. His dad was rubbing the back of his head and his mom was wearing ‘smack you’ face.
Clark just stared. Ok, the bottom of the world’s dropped out; his parents were insane. He needed to go somewhere safe. Somewhere were things made sense. He ran out of the living room and fled to his bedroom.
“ Lex! Um, I haven’t seen you in a while, can I come over?”
He struggled into a flannel shirt as he balanced the phone between his cheek and shoulder. “ Can it just be me? No, just me -- don’t you want me to come over? Ok, wait for me outside? You’re what? What! Heh! *Snort!*” Hehe…*ooh. He hung up*.
Clark walked around to the back entrance of the castle, the one that lead through the gardens. He was trembling in a rage, and not really sure why, but so far he’d seen Hans-Dieter, Yoshi and even for Gods sake Conners, turned out in flannel and jeans. Ok, he’d have to be blind and …stupider to ignore the look they were going for. Ok. Fine. Lex has been screwing the staff, all right, and he knew damn well why he limped so *grrrr* often…and – and- fuckin’ Henri fucking looked just like him and no way in hell was he ever getting near Lex again! And there! Henri was just about to attack his Lex! Clark roared up the drive and slammed into Henri, with a satisfying smack and Henri went rolling -* creep! *
He grabbed Lex up into his arms and flushed when Lex’s blue-gray eyes locked with his. He began to yell to cover his confusion.
“Lex! Have you seen your staff? Lex, I’ve had it with this shit! No more supervised play dates! No more acting like we’re just friends and no more fucking the staff!”
Lex looked so stunned that Clark could only think of one thing to do, and kissed Lex like his life depended on it.
Lex!
Kissing Lex, kissing a guy…kissing Lex – it was like heaven…. Lex groaned and kissed back --definitely heaven!
This bit is before Clark Steps Up, and after Itch.
Like to see it? Here it is!
Clarks Week
Saturday
After the pool party Clark found a note on his bed-Son. No matter what, we love and support you. Mom and Dad.
Okaay.Clark was…puzzled but pleased at this declaration of love out of the blue. Maybe he’d been neglecting them lately. He did have a lot on his mind what with senior year coming up and…other stuff. Yep. Gotta remember to let them know he loved them too….
Sunday
His dad kept looking at him while they were doing chores. It was the same look he gave a sick calf and -- wow. It was really making him nervous.
Breakfast was whale cakes.
He hadn’t had whale cakes since he was thirteen and Pete had made fun of his whale shaped pancakes and he told Mom he was too old for baby stuff like that and it made him sad because he *loved* whale cakes. He was a little mad at Pete for a long time because he had really loved those cakes and here they were and -- Oh.God. Some one was dying. That was the only reason Clark could think of that would cause Mom to make whale cakes- Dad was dying or….
His mother saw how pale he’d gotten and asked him if everything was ok.
“ I don’t know!” He responded in a shaky voice.
“ Did you fight with Lex?” she asked.
Hunh? What did Lex have to do with….oh God- could it be? No, no, he just saw him -- he *was* limping, though. *
“ Why? What did you hear?” he asked.
“ Oh, nothing, nothing!” she said hastily, turning red. “But, you know that you can talk to me about…anything, right.”
Clark nodded slowly, staring at his mother who seemed a little…strange… and thoughtfully chewed his whale. Something not normal was going on here.
Monday
He came home from school, thundered up the stairs and tossed his book bag on the floor. He thought about a snack before homework and nearly whooped aloud when he saw a plate of cookies on his nightstand. Yay Mom -- she rocked! He grabbed the plate. There was a paper or something stuck to the bottom. No, a pamphlet. Safe sex? What the hell? They hadn’t even had any kind of talk about…whoa! -- weren’t those two *guys*? Mom was gonna be so embarrassed when she found out…wow. That’s kinda …crap!
The ashes drifted through his fingers and he was a little stunned. The last time that had happened, Lana had bent over to pick something off the sidewalk. He’ll never forget how that planter had just sort of -- vaporized….
Tuesday
His dad kept sitting next to him -- patting him on the shoulder, opening his mouth and then just shaking his head and leaving the room. It was really creepy, like some weird speechless animatronic had replaced his dad. Finally he squeaked out, “ Son, I love you no matter what. Whoever makes you happy makes me happy, er- d’you understand?”
Clark nodded solemnly. No, he had no fucking clue but Dad was doing that sick calf face so better to take this strangeness seriously. Smallville, after all.
Wednesday
There was a book on his bed. He sat down and picked it up.
“Now That I’m Out, What Do I Do?” This is not good. He dropped back on the bed, opened the book and a note fell out.
*Give this to your friend. Read it together.* Holy crap! Why would they think Pete was…that way? What could they be thinking -- no *way* was he giving this to Pete. He should have a talk with Lex, and figure this out. Lex always came up with something sensible. He was so smart, so smooth and smart…warm and smart…smooth…. Clark drifted off with the book on his chest and dreamt of Lex, he and Lex were riding on dolphins in a warm sea, and jets of white steam blew from the dolphin’s snouts, showering the two with warmth….
Thursday
He asked his mother if he should deliver the order to the Castle.
“ Of course dear, and give our love to Lex. Invite him to dinner sometimes. We’d love to see him.” She looked determined as she said that, and his dad smiled like he’d sucked on a lemon and nodded like someone was frantically pulling a string attached to the back of his head.
Clark was really beginning to worry about them.
At the Castle he strolled past that ugly creep Henri, and handed the crate of fruit and vegetables to the really scary chef. He hated the way the guy looked at him.
The butler, Conners, called him Mr. Clark again, though he always asked him not to -- *just plain old Clark*-- and showed him into the study. He looked in to smile at Lex, but Henri was in the study. Damn! He looked at Clark with a smug little grin and brushed at his knees, and for some reason, all the fun was sucked right out of seeing Lex.
Friday
He came in from school tired and cranky from lack of sleep the night before. When he came into the living room, Mom and Dad were on the couch and both were wearing PFLAG tee-shirts and Mom had a button pinned to hers with the slogan " I love my gay son” printed on it.
That. Was. Just. Too. Fucking. Much.
“ What is wrong with you two! I am *not* gay!!”
“- it’s ok Clark. Though he’s not the choice I would have made for you -- ouch! -” His dad was saying as he came back from the twilight zone his brain was flailing about in. His dad was rubbing the back of his head and his mom was wearing ‘smack you’ face.
Clark just stared. Ok, the bottom of the world’s dropped out; his parents were insane. He needed to go somewhere safe. Somewhere were things made sense. He ran out of the living room and fled to his bedroom.
“ Lex! Um, I haven’t seen you in a while, can I come over?”
He struggled into a flannel shirt as he balanced the phone between his cheek and shoulder. “ Can it just be me? No, just me -- don’t you want me to come over? Ok, wait for me outside? You’re what? What! Heh! *Snort!*” Hehe…*ooh. He hung up*.
Clark walked around to the back entrance of the castle, the one that lead through the gardens. He was trembling in a rage, and not really sure why, but so far he’d seen Hans-Dieter, Yoshi and even for Gods sake Conners, turned out in flannel and jeans. Ok, he’d have to be blind and …stupider to ignore the look they were going for. Ok. Fine. Lex has been screwing the staff, all right, and he knew damn well why he limped so *grrrr* often…and – and- fuckin’ Henri fucking looked just like him and no way in hell was he ever getting near Lex again! And there! Henri was just about to attack his Lex! Clark roared up the drive and slammed into Henri, with a satisfying smack and Henri went rolling -* creep! *
He grabbed Lex up into his arms and flushed when Lex’s blue-gray eyes locked with his. He began to yell to cover his confusion.
“Lex! Have you seen your staff? Lex, I’ve had it with this shit! No more supervised play dates! No more acting like we’re just friends and no more fucking the staff!”
Lex looked so stunned that Clark could only think of one thing to do, and kissed Lex like his life depended on it.
Lex!
Kissing Lex, kissing a guy…kissing Lex – it was like heaven…. Lex groaned and kissed back --definitely heaven!
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