Rip Redux part 4
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(a working title)
A post-mpreg fiction
Fandom: SV
Pairing: hmm….
Rating:3
this is what happened before.
Please sir, may I have a title…
Lois threw her legs around Clark’s waist and pulled his head down to her. She tried for a kiss but he held his head up and squeezed his eyes shut, bit his lip ferociously. This was all wrong, all wrong—it was nothing like sex with Lex, and he was finding it difficult to keep his erection. He had no idea how this happened…sweat dampened his hair, made the sheets clammy. What the hell was he doing? He shifted and she squealed, his back itched between his shoulder blades. How had he ended up in bed with her-- something kept poking him under his navel, it felt kind of like one of those little plastic tag thingies that got stuck in your clothes, what the hell did she have attached to her, could a pubic hair be that sharp, gee--he had one foot twisted in the sheets and had to concentrate not to shred the fabric, he never had to do that with Lex….
He pulled back and thrust with a grunt--the condom felt weird—it dulled everything just a little, but he’d insisted and Lois had been touched by his responsibility and concern.
Yeah.
Clark was taking no chances, nobody was getting pregnant here if he could help it.
She moaned and wiggled, and he got a little softer. He took a deep breath and tried not to cough when the smell of smoke attacked his nose…she could at least have moved the ashtray away from the bed. “Ah…could we, um…turn around. Please—I mean, if you don’t mind, that is?”
She laughed. “Sure! Whatever floats your boat.”
He wondered briefly, for no more than a few seconds, if Lex was entirely wrong in his world-view because ‘floats your boat’? He shivered and then Lois was face down in the pillows, her ass in the air and Clark considered her ass for a moment, but he slid back into her pussy and held his breath, grabbed her hips carefully and reminded himself it was okay that she wasn’t Lex, Lex—his dick stiffened and he groaned. He was not going to think about Lex to get off—that would be twisted and sick and more wrong than what was happening now. Besides, Lex was bad. Lex was a bad, bad person. Lex was so bad, he was, he was—
Clark cried out and moaned when he came, and Lois thought it was pleasure and that was just fine with him. He wiped his eyes and his nose, and was damn glad it was over.
Life was a voyage of discovery, and he’d discovered he couldn’t *be* with a woman. It was possible in an intellectual kind of way, just not--it was all wrong and—and--wrong. And with Lois, it had been spectacularly wrong. Maybe if his mother hadn’t pushed so hard, maybe if his dad hadn’t made him so angry with the meaningful looks and judgmental glares….
Clark spent the next few weeks trying to keep himself out of Lois’ bed. He was desperately determined never to have sex with her again, even as she swore it had been amazing, the best she’d ever had. Clark had to wonder just who were these people she’d been having the god-awful horrendously bad sex with because he knew what he and Lois had had was possibly the worst sex in the history of sex. The only way it could have been worse was if one of them had died during it—and he thought that might even have been a blessing.
******
Clark was checking sources for an article about kick-backs and cronyism in the Metropolis sanitation department, when his cell phone buzzed and jittered across his desk. He snatched it up and glanced at the number. He took a deep breath. Control, be in control, he told himself, and answered.
“Yes? I’m really busy,” he whispered harshly into the phone and glanced around the newsroom. Lois was out and everyone else was busy—at least, they weren’t obviously eavesdropping.
“I suppose that was something else you had to get out of your system. Are you ready to come home now?”
Clark didn’t even wonder what Lex was talking about, or just how the hell he knew—he also seemed to know how awful it was. He could swear there was a note of sympathy behind the sarcasm. “That’s not what it was about. That’s not why I’m not home now.”
Lex sighed and said patiently, “The way I see it Clark, you’re punishing yourself for loving me.”
“No! No, that’s not it at all—why can’t you see what the problem is? Why isn’t it as obvious to you as it is to me?”
“Why do you think I’m such a monster? If I were as amoral a person as you seem to think, she’d be…no longer an issue…”
“Oh my god!” Clark gasped.
“Oh, for god’s sake, Clark!”
Lex sounded annoyed and tired—Clark hated when he did that. And since Clark wasn’t supposed to feel guilty, of course, he got defensive. “Are you going to threaten everyone I see?”
“Do you plan on seeing a lot of people? Let me know, because I’ll just have my printer make up cards, it'll save time when I’m threatening half the city,” Lex hissed, having finally lost his temper.
“What? I—I--are you trying to say—-forget it,I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”
“Wait—wait damn it. Fuck!”
Clark heard Lex yell and disconnected with vicious pleasure that evaporated as quickly as it came. Yeah—eff you too. What was Lex trying to say? That he was a slut or something? He’d slept with exactly four people in his life—that wasn’t *too* many, was it? Did it count that two of the people were just unbelievably terrible---quickly he apologized to Lois in his mind, and because it was more about her than it had a right to be, added Lana. Besides, no way Lex hadn’t slept his way through college. And high school, probably…and middle school too, he was willing to bet.
Clark sat at scowling at his phone, his eyes were stormy green and his cheekbones stained red with anger and hurt. People veered out of their way to avoid his desk, unnerved at the sight of good old kind of dorky Clark Kent, looking like he was about to murder an appliance. Better safe than sorry, was the general consensus. Even Lois, when she returned from a cigarette break, took one look at his expression and decided it’d be best to take another one.
*****
“Clark—you and Alexandra need to be here in Metropolis. It’s ridiculous, taking the train in every morning—it’s expensive and you’re wasting hours out of the day. I keep telling you I’ve got plenty of room for the two of you, and I mean it. Look, she can have her own room at my place--"
“She’s got her own room at Mom and Dad’s,” he cut in and groaned inside. Why the hell wouldn’t she just give up?
“Sure, but only because you sleep in the barn! If you lived here, you could get up at a reasonable hour and…you’d have company.”
She gave him a smile that he was pretty certain was meant to be seductive, but just kind of came off as a frightening leer, especially with plumes of smoke leaking from her nostrils. “Ah, ah, sure, um—but I really like Lexie having so much space and freedom. She can’t have that in the city.” Not that that had seemed important when they were living in the penthouse…he guided Lois around a patch of slush on the sidewalk and they continued up the block toward the Planet.
“Well, maybe she could live with your parents during the week and live with us on the weekend…” She trailed off at the look on Clark’s face. The noise of the traffic suddenly seemed to fade--at any rate, Clark could clearly be heard over the honking horns and screech of tires.
“What? Leave Lexie without me? She already sees one parent only on the weekend. You think she should only see both of them once a week? And then what? Split her between me and Lex over two days?” Clark realized he was getting louder and louder and he forced his voice into a lower register. “Boy, I can tell you don’t know kids,” he growled.
They stormed into the lobby of the Daily Planet and headed towards the elevators. Lois just managed to slip into the closing doors. Continuing their argument, she yelled, “Don’t know kids, hunh? Oh, I don’t know about that—I work with a huge spoiled brat every day!” Heads turned curiously to the duo. “And fix your damn tie,” she yelled. Clark was nonplused for a moment.
“Hunh?”
“It’s crooked! It’s crooked every single god-damn morning,” she yelled, and yanked it hard to the right.
“Yeah? Well, I work with a harridan—and leave my tie alone! Nobody asked you to take care of me. I was happy being friends. I never said I needed a mother. Another mother!” the doors opened on their floor, and Clark marched out, red-faced and tie askew.
“Oh, points for the big word, farm boy. And yeah, I forgot—you left your mother, didn’t you? Both of them!”
“Are you trying to say Lex is effeminate—because let me tell you, he’s all man!”
There was just the slightest intake of breath and Clark whirled around to see that the entire newsroom was their audience. A few of them had the grace to quickly act as if whatever was on their desks was totally absorbing, but most of them were hardened vets of whatever life could throw at you—and they stared openly, with the expressions of people wishing desperately for popcorn to go with the show.
Clark narrowed his eyes and growled from, “*All* man. Lots of man. Great big—um. Right.” He stopped and turned back to a supremely pissed off Lois.
“But—but--”she sputtered.
“Lois—as much as I appreciate what you *did* do for me, and I hope some of that was out of real friendship, I have to tell you—there’s no magic in it, and I’m still gay—gayer even, thank you.”
She stared at him for a moment, she’d gone bright red, and redder as Clark spoke, and she snapped out, “You’re a—a—gigantic asshole!” before spinning on her heel and storming off to the washrooms.
Clark glanced around at the fascinated faces before storming back to the elevators.
He could hear one of the women whisper, “So—is he or is he not bi, and do I have a chance?” before shutting everything out.
He wandered the city for an hour or so, walking around Rip’s park, not looking for Lex. He bought a few hotdogs and sat on a bench and ate them as he watched couples walk by and felt sorry for himself. At least he had his sense of right and wrong to keep him warm, he thought. And speaking of that—he fished his phone out of his coat pocket and dialed.
“Hey. It’s me—yes, I know you have caller ID, it’s just something you say when…well, I do have a point actually. Um, I’m trying to get to it, but you keep interrupting me—okay,” he grinned. “Yes, this is me saying I’m sorry. Thank you for accepting it.” He listened for a moment and sighed. “No, I don’t—all right. Yes, I do want to be with him. No, I can’t tell him that. Thank you, Lois. Yes, I do want to be friends. Thanks.”
He hung up, hopeful that she really did understand.
When she appeared at the farm with a stuffed cat for Lexie, and sandwiches from Clark’s favorite deli and a demand that they talk, Clark just huffed a little and agreed.
At the end of the evening, punctuated by loud discussion, a little cursing, and a lot of tears, they’d hashed out a working relationship, and salvaged their friendship.
Lois sat on the back step, looking up at the sky and sighed, blew a thick stream of smoke at the moon. “Really, so—that gay, hunh?”
Clark nodded. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“No, no, I’m the one who’s sorry. For myself too, just so you know, that was really the best--”
“Lois…”
“I get it, farmboy, I get it. Well. You can still turn to me when you need a shoulder. And for the record, I really do like your kid.” She turned to him and smiled. “But I’m done interfering. You’re right, she’s got all the parents she needs.”
Clark grinned in relief. “You can always be Aunt Lois, you know.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think so, and something tells me Lexie won’t mind if I’m not either.”
“Lois—I’m telling you, it was just coincidence she threw up on your shoes that day—you shouldn’t have put her on the carousel after all that junk you stuffed her with.”
He had his fingers crossed behind his back.
******
more?
(a working title)
A post-mpreg fiction
Fandom: SV
Pairing: hmm….
Rating:3
this is what happened before.
Please sir, may I have a title…
Lois threw her legs around Clark’s waist and pulled his head down to her. She tried for a kiss but he held his head up and squeezed his eyes shut, bit his lip ferociously. This was all wrong, all wrong—it was nothing like sex with Lex, and he was finding it difficult to keep his erection. He had no idea how this happened…sweat dampened his hair, made the sheets clammy. What the hell was he doing? He shifted and she squealed, his back itched between his shoulder blades. How had he ended up in bed with her-- something kept poking him under his navel, it felt kind of like one of those little plastic tag thingies that got stuck in your clothes, what the hell did she have attached to her, could a pubic hair be that sharp, gee--he had one foot twisted in the sheets and had to concentrate not to shred the fabric, he never had to do that with Lex….
He pulled back and thrust with a grunt--the condom felt weird—it dulled everything just a little, but he’d insisted and Lois had been touched by his responsibility and concern.
Yeah.
Clark was taking no chances, nobody was getting pregnant here if he could help it.
She moaned and wiggled, and he got a little softer. He took a deep breath and tried not to cough when the smell of smoke attacked his nose…she could at least have moved the ashtray away from the bed. “Ah…could we, um…turn around. Please—I mean, if you don’t mind, that is?”
She laughed. “Sure! Whatever floats your boat.”
He wondered briefly, for no more than a few seconds, if Lex was entirely wrong in his world-view because ‘floats your boat’? He shivered and then Lois was face down in the pillows, her ass in the air and Clark considered her ass for a moment, but he slid back into her pussy and held his breath, grabbed her hips carefully and reminded himself it was okay that she wasn’t Lex, Lex—his dick stiffened and he groaned. He was not going to think about Lex to get off—that would be twisted and sick and more wrong than what was happening now. Besides, Lex was bad. Lex was a bad, bad person. Lex was so bad, he was, he was—
Clark cried out and moaned when he came, and Lois thought it was pleasure and that was just fine with him. He wiped his eyes and his nose, and was damn glad it was over.
Life was a voyage of discovery, and he’d discovered he couldn’t *be* with a woman. It was possible in an intellectual kind of way, just not--it was all wrong and—and--wrong. And with Lois, it had been spectacularly wrong. Maybe if his mother hadn’t pushed so hard, maybe if his dad hadn’t made him so angry with the meaningful looks and judgmental glares….
Clark spent the next few weeks trying to keep himself out of Lois’ bed. He was desperately determined never to have sex with her again, even as she swore it had been amazing, the best she’d ever had. Clark had to wonder just who were these people she’d been having the god-awful horrendously bad sex with because he knew what he and Lois had had was possibly the worst sex in the history of sex. The only way it could have been worse was if one of them had died during it—and he thought that might even have been a blessing.
******
Clark was checking sources for an article about kick-backs and cronyism in the Metropolis sanitation department, when his cell phone buzzed and jittered across his desk. He snatched it up and glanced at the number. He took a deep breath. Control, be in control, he told himself, and answered.
“Yes? I’m really busy,” he whispered harshly into the phone and glanced around the newsroom. Lois was out and everyone else was busy—at least, they weren’t obviously eavesdropping.
“I suppose that was something else you had to get out of your system. Are you ready to come home now?”
Clark didn’t even wonder what Lex was talking about, or just how the hell he knew—he also seemed to know how awful it was. He could swear there was a note of sympathy behind the sarcasm. “That’s not what it was about. That’s not why I’m not home now.”
Lex sighed and said patiently, “The way I see it Clark, you’re punishing yourself for loving me.”
“No! No, that’s not it at all—why can’t you see what the problem is? Why isn’t it as obvious to you as it is to me?”
“Why do you think I’m such a monster? If I were as amoral a person as you seem to think, she’d be…no longer an issue…”
“Oh my god!” Clark gasped.
“Oh, for god’s sake, Clark!”
Lex sounded annoyed and tired—Clark hated when he did that. And since Clark wasn’t supposed to feel guilty, of course, he got defensive. “Are you going to threaten everyone I see?”
“Do you plan on seeing a lot of people? Let me know, because I’ll just have my printer make up cards, it'll save time when I’m threatening half the city,” Lex hissed, having finally lost his temper.
“What? I—I--are you trying to say—-forget it,I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”
“Wait—wait damn it. Fuck!”
Clark heard Lex yell and disconnected with vicious pleasure that evaporated as quickly as it came. Yeah—eff you too. What was Lex trying to say? That he was a slut or something? He’d slept with exactly four people in his life—that wasn’t *too* many, was it? Did it count that two of the people were just unbelievably terrible---quickly he apologized to Lois in his mind, and because it was more about her than it had a right to be, added Lana. Besides, no way Lex hadn’t slept his way through college. And high school, probably…and middle school too, he was willing to bet.
Clark sat at scowling at his phone, his eyes were stormy green and his cheekbones stained red with anger and hurt. People veered out of their way to avoid his desk, unnerved at the sight of good old kind of dorky Clark Kent, looking like he was about to murder an appliance. Better safe than sorry, was the general consensus. Even Lois, when she returned from a cigarette break, took one look at his expression and decided it’d be best to take another one.
*****
“Clark—you and Alexandra need to be here in Metropolis. It’s ridiculous, taking the train in every morning—it’s expensive and you’re wasting hours out of the day. I keep telling you I’ve got plenty of room for the two of you, and I mean it. Look, she can have her own room at my place--"
“She’s got her own room at Mom and Dad’s,” he cut in and groaned inside. Why the hell wouldn’t she just give up?
“Sure, but only because you sleep in the barn! If you lived here, you could get up at a reasonable hour and…you’d have company.”
She gave him a smile that he was pretty certain was meant to be seductive, but just kind of came off as a frightening leer, especially with plumes of smoke leaking from her nostrils. “Ah, ah, sure, um—but I really like Lexie having so much space and freedom. She can’t have that in the city.” Not that that had seemed important when they were living in the penthouse…he guided Lois around a patch of slush on the sidewalk and they continued up the block toward the Planet.
“Well, maybe she could live with your parents during the week and live with us on the weekend…” She trailed off at the look on Clark’s face. The noise of the traffic suddenly seemed to fade--at any rate, Clark could clearly be heard over the honking horns and screech of tires.
“What? Leave Lexie without me? She already sees one parent only on the weekend. You think she should only see both of them once a week? And then what? Split her between me and Lex over two days?” Clark realized he was getting louder and louder and he forced his voice into a lower register. “Boy, I can tell you don’t know kids,” he growled.
They stormed into the lobby of the Daily Planet and headed towards the elevators. Lois just managed to slip into the closing doors. Continuing their argument, she yelled, “Don’t know kids, hunh? Oh, I don’t know about that—I work with a huge spoiled brat every day!” Heads turned curiously to the duo. “And fix your damn tie,” she yelled. Clark was nonplused for a moment.
“Hunh?”
“It’s crooked! It’s crooked every single god-damn morning,” she yelled, and yanked it hard to the right.
“Yeah? Well, I work with a harridan—and leave my tie alone! Nobody asked you to take care of me. I was happy being friends. I never said I needed a mother. Another mother!” the doors opened on their floor, and Clark marched out, red-faced and tie askew.
“Oh, points for the big word, farm boy. And yeah, I forgot—you left your mother, didn’t you? Both of them!”
“Are you trying to say Lex is effeminate—because let me tell you, he’s all man!”
There was just the slightest intake of breath and Clark whirled around to see that the entire newsroom was their audience. A few of them had the grace to quickly act as if whatever was on their desks was totally absorbing, but most of them were hardened vets of whatever life could throw at you—and they stared openly, with the expressions of people wishing desperately for popcorn to go with the show.
Clark narrowed his eyes and growled from, “*All* man. Lots of man. Great big—um. Right.” He stopped and turned back to a supremely pissed off Lois.
“But—but--”she sputtered.
“Lois—as much as I appreciate what you *did* do for me, and I hope some of that was out of real friendship, I have to tell you—there’s no magic in it, and I’m still gay—gayer even, thank you.”
She stared at him for a moment, she’d gone bright red, and redder as Clark spoke, and she snapped out, “You’re a—a—gigantic asshole!” before spinning on her heel and storming off to the washrooms.
Clark glanced around at the fascinated faces before storming back to the elevators.
He could hear one of the women whisper, “So—is he or is he not bi, and do I have a chance?” before shutting everything out.
He wandered the city for an hour or so, walking around Rip’s park, not looking for Lex. He bought a few hotdogs and sat on a bench and ate them as he watched couples walk by and felt sorry for himself. At least he had his sense of right and wrong to keep him warm, he thought. And speaking of that—he fished his phone out of his coat pocket and dialed.
“Hey. It’s me—yes, I know you have caller ID, it’s just something you say when…well, I do have a point actually. Um, I’m trying to get to it, but you keep interrupting me—okay,” he grinned. “Yes, this is me saying I’m sorry. Thank you for accepting it.” He listened for a moment and sighed. “No, I don’t—all right. Yes, I do want to be with him. No, I can’t tell him that. Thank you, Lois. Yes, I do want to be friends. Thanks.”
He hung up, hopeful that she really did understand.
When she appeared at the farm with a stuffed cat for Lexie, and sandwiches from Clark’s favorite deli and a demand that they talk, Clark just huffed a little and agreed.
At the end of the evening, punctuated by loud discussion, a little cursing, and a lot of tears, they’d hashed out a working relationship, and salvaged their friendship.
Lois sat on the back step, looking up at the sky and sighed, blew a thick stream of smoke at the moon. “Really, so—that gay, hunh?”
Clark nodded. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“No, no, I’m the one who’s sorry. For myself too, just so you know, that was really the best--”
“Lois…”
“I get it, farmboy, I get it. Well. You can still turn to me when you need a shoulder. And for the record, I really do like your kid.” She turned to him and smiled. “But I’m done interfering. You’re right, she’s got all the parents she needs.”
Clark grinned in relief. “You can always be Aunt Lois, you know.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think so, and something tells me Lexie won’t mind if I’m not either.”
“Lois—I’m telling you, it was just coincidence she threw up on your shoes that day—you shouldn’t have put her on the carousel after all that junk you stuffed her with.”
He had his fingers crossed behind his back.
******
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