Rake The Moon
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katholicgrrl*
So, the next part, and I'm actually quite a bit ahead. Go me! Thus, I am thinking, work on Clark and Lex's Excellent adventure ( working title, refer to former posts) orrrr Spike and his faithful friend Xander?Hmmmmm.
At any rate, in this part, the boys fly down to Rio,become the opening act in a huge old art deco nightclub, and screw each other like bunnies between sets....naw!Kidding!
In other news, I love my Blackadder icon to pieces!
Swive me,Edmund!
The next few days went by in a blur as most of their time was devoted to studying for exams. Lex turned out to be an excellent study partner, and was willing to do more than just parrot information. He liked to pick things apart just like Bruce did. They came to enjoy the lively discussions, the arguments over little points of fact—Bruce found himself thinking sometimes that they were a good match. Lex knew when to shut up, and silence didn’t bother him. He didn’t feel the need like most people to fill it with aimless chatter. He was content to let it be, and Bruce appreciated that the most.
What disturbed him was that more and more, he found himself thinking of the kid, the way he was that day in the diner. He’d catch himself staring at his mouth, or watching his ass as he walked by. It scared him. He wasn’t sure what to do with those feelings, wasn’t sure just what they meant. He’d dated some, over the summers, mostly girl’s whose dads had been friends of his father’ s. There’d been some pretty hot moments with some of them. He never forgot the blowjob back of the tennis court from—Carol—Karen…whatever. That was unbelievable. He’d had to bite his hand, and his knees had buckled…yeah. That had been pretty good. He saw her with a couple of different guys over the summer…it never bothered him .No big deal.
It didn’t bother him either when he saw Lex. Saw him walking out with some…not very nice guys; guys that were real jerks— Bruce firmly believed it was *none* of his business. After all, *he* wasn’t gay but he guessed Lex was; what he did, or who he did was of no concern and of no interest to him. He knew this to be true because he said it over and over whenever he saw the boy with someone else.
Couldn’t. Care. Less.
On the other hand, he was *really* improving in racquetball.
**************
Christmas came, and things got even busier. Most of the boys were headed home, but there were always a few who stayed. The school had a reduced staff on hand to make meals and try and provide some sense of festive cheer, alien as it might be to the philosophy of the school.
Bruce was starting to pack when Lex was called to the phone. After a little while, he returned, looking sad but resigned.
“What’s up?” Bruce asked before he could stop himself. Lex looked up sharply, Bruce’s tone had been a little rougher than he intended it to be.
“I’m not about to start crying, if that’s what you’re worried about! No need to take off running again!” He threw open the door to his wardrobe and stood behind it, blocking himself from view.
God damn it! Bruce cursed to himself. Why can’t I just shut the fuck up?
But that tired, resigned look on the kid’s face kind of pricked at him, and a sudden flash of Alfred sighing his disappointment with him on Parent’s Day made up his mind.
“ I’m sorry. I’m not trying to butt into your business. I just… well, you just looked a little--”
“My father wanted to let me know I’d be staying here for the holiday’s. Seems the newest hopeful contender for the crown of Mrs. Luthor doesn’t get along with ‘children’ all that well.”
Bruce snorted. “You-- you’re hardly a child. And she’s hardly going to be Mrs. Luthor.”
Lex let out a shaky laugh, and a sound that was suspiciously close to a sniff. “ Well, true--”he responded.
“ Oh, well, Christmas is usually a horrible affair anyway.”
He turned toward Bruce, a crooked little smile lifting one side of his mouth. “We gather in the study, and I give him a gift that I’ve bought him from town here, which makes it tacky and tasteless because it’s from “here” and he gives me a gift that Dominic has picked out for me, and I swear, how such a young guy could be so utterly clueless about what someone our age could want—one more plaid scarf and mitten set and I swear to god, I’ll shove them right up his ass. Make an interesting surprise for my Dad at any rate.” He muttered.
Bruce felt his mouth drop open. Did he mean what that sounded like?
Lex looked at him and rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. I think it’s perfectly plain we’re not the Walton’s.” At Bruce’s confused look, he tried again. “ Little House On The Prairie…do you watch *any* TV at all?”
“ Well, apparently *you* spend a lot of time watching the Old Dead TV Show Station.”
“ Spend an entire summer inside alone. You’d be amazed at what’s entertainment when reading gets too quiet. A book is wonderful, but sometime, you just want to hear a voice, you know?” Lex turned away and started to make his bed.
Bruce stood at his bedside, poking about in his bag a bit, till finally he spoke. “Lex.Come spend the holidays with Alfred and me. It’s really pretty nice and the food is better than here, I promise.” He felt stupidly nervous about asking. He realized he really wanted the kid to say yes.
Lex turned back toward Bruce, and smiled. A genuine smile. Bruce felt a goofy grin on his own face, but he couldn’t stop it. His chest felt like a big warm hand enfolded it. Damn. Who’d think just the expression on the kid’s face could make him feel –anything.
“So, alright already. Pack. I’ll call Alfred.” Bruce started towards the door when Lex called out. “ My Dad! He’ll never let me go.” He did that horrible deflating thing that made Bruce’s throat hurt.
Bruce looked at him fiercely. “ Oh, you’re going all right. Alfred can make anybody do anything. He’ll fix it.” He looked so determined; so certain that Lex relaxed and smiled again, his usual ghost of a smile.
“Ok.” He looked up at Bruce. “Ok. I believe you.”
********
I might post the next part tonight, if I can get everything to work for me.
TBC
katholicgrrl*So, the next part, and I'm actually quite a bit ahead. Go me! Thus, I am thinking, work on Clark and Lex's Excellent adventure ( working title, refer to former posts) orrrr Spike and his faithful friend Xander?Hmmmmm.
At any rate, in this part, the boys fly down to Rio,become the opening act in a huge old art deco nightclub, and screw each other like bunnies between sets....naw!Kidding!
In other news, I love my Blackadder icon to pieces!
Swive me,Edmund!
The next few days went by in a blur as most of their time was devoted to studying for exams. Lex turned out to be an excellent study partner, and was willing to do more than just parrot information. He liked to pick things apart just like Bruce did. They came to enjoy the lively discussions, the arguments over little points of fact—Bruce found himself thinking sometimes that they were a good match. Lex knew when to shut up, and silence didn’t bother him. He didn’t feel the need like most people to fill it with aimless chatter. He was content to let it be, and Bruce appreciated that the most.
What disturbed him was that more and more, he found himself thinking of the kid, the way he was that day in the diner. He’d catch himself staring at his mouth, or watching his ass as he walked by. It scared him. He wasn’t sure what to do with those feelings, wasn’t sure just what they meant. He’d dated some, over the summers, mostly girl’s whose dads had been friends of his father’ s. There’d been some pretty hot moments with some of them. He never forgot the blowjob back of the tennis court from—Carol—Karen…whatever. That was unbelievable. He’d had to bite his hand, and his knees had buckled…yeah. That had been pretty good. He saw her with a couple of different guys over the summer…it never bothered him .No big deal.
It didn’t bother him either when he saw Lex. Saw him walking out with some…not very nice guys; guys that were real jerks— Bruce firmly believed it was *none* of his business. After all, *he* wasn’t gay but he guessed Lex was; what he did, or who he did was of no concern and of no interest to him. He knew this to be true because he said it over and over whenever he saw the boy with someone else.
Couldn’t. Care. Less.
On the other hand, he was *really* improving in racquetball.
**************
Christmas came, and things got even busier. Most of the boys were headed home, but there were always a few who stayed. The school had a reduced staff on hand to make meals and try and provide some sense of festive cheer, alien as it might be to the philosophy of the school.
Bruce was starting to pack when Lex was called to the phone. After a little while, he returned, looking sad but resigned.
“What’s up?” Bruce asked before he could stop himself. Lex looked up sharply, Bruce’s tone had been a little rougher than he intended it to be.
“I’m not about to start crying, if that’s what you’re worried about! No need to take off running again!” He threw open the door to his wardrobe and stood behind it, blocking himself from view.
God damn it! Bruce cursed to himself. Why can’t I just shut the fuck up?
But that tired, resigned look on the kid’s face kind of pricked at him, and a sudden flash of Alfred sighing his disappointment with him on Parent’s Day made up his mind.
“ I’m sorry. I’m not trying to butt into your business. I just… well, you just looked a little--”
“My father wanted to let me know I’d be staying here for the holiday’s. Seems the newest hopeful contender for the crown of Mrs. Luthor doesn’t get along with ‘children’ all that well.”
Bruce snorted. “You-- you’re hardly a child. And she’s hardly going to be Mrs. Luthor.”
Lex let out a shaky laugh, and a sound that was suspiciously close to a sniff. “ Well, true--”he responded.
“ Oh, well, Christmas is usually a horrible affair anyway.”
He turned toward Bruce, a crooked little smile lifting one side of his mouth. “We gather in the study, and I give him a gift that I’ve bought him from town here, which makes it tacky and tasteless because it’s from “here” and he gives me a gift that Dominic has picked out for me, and I swear, how such a young guy could be so utterly clueless about what someone our age could want—one more plaid scarf and mitten set and I swear to god, I’ll shove them right up his ass. Make an interesting surprise for my Dad at any rate.” He muttered.
Bruce felt his mouth drop open. Did he mean what that sounded like?
Lex looked at him and rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. I think it’s perfectly plain we’re not the Walton’s.” At Bruce’s confused look, he tried again. “ Little House On The Prairie…do you watch *any* TV at all?”
“ Well, apparently *you* spend a lot of time watching the Old Dead TV Show Station.”
“ Spend an entire summer inside alone. You’d be amazed at what’s entertainment when reading gets too quiet. A book is wonderful, but sometime, you just want to hear a voice, you know?” Lex turned away and started to make his bed.
Bruce stood at his bedside, poking about in his bag a bit, till finally he spoke. “Lex.Come spend the holidays with Alfred and me. It’s really pretty nice and the food is better than here, I promise.” He felt stupidly nervous about asking. He realized he really wanted the kid to say yes.
Lex turned back toward Bruce, and smiled. A genuine smile. Bruce felt a goofy grin on his own face, but he couldn’t stop it. His chest felt like a big warm hand enfolded it. Damn. Who’d think just the expression on the kid’s face could make him feel –anything.
“So, alright already. Pack. I’ll call Alfred.” Bruce started towards the door when Lex called out. “ My Dad! He’ll never let me go.” He did that horrible deflating thing that made Bruce’s throat hurt.
Bruce looked at him fiercely. “ Oh, you’re going all right. Alfred can make anybody do anything. He’ll fix it.” He looked so determined; so certain that Lex relaxed and smiled again, his usual ghost of a smile.
“Ok.” He looked up at Bruce. “Ok. I believe you.”
********
I might post the next part tonight, if I can get everything to work for me.
TBC
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