Now see that is a plan - Rip was falling for the overly dramatic Luthor in her genes with the jealousy making, that's not even necessary. Seriously all she really has to do is lock her fathers in a room together and that's it (okay maybe they would have to be locked in that room a few times, but the theory is sound.).
...Greg's skeleton was just as fascinating as his outside was. Beautiful inside as well as outside, she thought and this time couldn't stop the semi-hysterical snicker from breaking loose.
- I am sure that Clark still thinks that Lex's skeleton is the prettiest he's ever seen.
She strolled into the entertainment room, clutching the phone. She dialed, waited.
"Dad-Poppa wants to talk to you." She thrust the phone into Lex's hand. "Dad," she said and moved out of reach. Lex looked shocked and then angry, and then...nervous. Rip looked on in interest. She'd never seen Poppa look nervous before and it was an odd look on him.
"Ah, Clark. Happy to hear you sounding so...chipper." He glared at Ripley, and mouthed, So. Much. Trouble. ...
- Again elegant masterminding, simple with not extemporaneous people (look no one has to die!)
... Lex stopped, took a breath and said, "Or come stay here. Yes, I said come here. Clark...are you all right? You sound a little out of breath." Red spots burned on each cheek, but he said carefully, "Thanks Clark. I'll see you Friday then." He cradled the phone against his cheek.
******
...
Clark froze. Oh shit--Lex. He closed his eyes and electricity fizzed along every nerve. He felt his cock jump. Whats'his name groaned and Clark shoved his head into the pillows. ...
The phone went silent, and Clark flung it away, threw his head back, grabbed Chris' hips and pounded into him, teeth bared, eyes tightly closed and in his mind, he was writhing on pale lavender sheets, and Lex was in him, fucking him without mercy.
****** Lex hung up thoughtfully. Had Clark been in bed? With someone...while he was talking to him? No, no, of course not--but he sounded like....
In his closet, nestled between the shirt drawers, was a small locked drawer and he went to it, unlocked it and pulled out a flannel shirt, so worn it was nearly colorless. He slid his arms into the too long sleeves, and closed his eyes. Inhaled. There really wasn't any scent left, not besides that provided by his mind, ...
Lex came quickly, head back and thumping gently against the closet wall, his own knees shaking and Clark's name quiet as a breath on his lips.
- I love my boys, but god they are stupid.
- I know that Lex scares Clark and the depth of his love made/makes him nervous - but really I hope that Clark has made peace with who Lex is because they need each other.
- And I know that Clark's concepts of right and wrong frustrate and enamour Lex at turns, but he needs to get over himself too (Clark is great and worthy of Lex's lover, but Clark's still just a guy and is vaguely - really really kinda - dense).
God. He hoped that inviting Clark to stay hadn't been a mistake.
His greatest failure was never being able to learn how to stop loving Clark, the way Clark had learned to stop loving him.
- Okay, Lex is dense too. It's actually kind of sad that they are both blinded by how deeply they are in love that they can't that the other feels the same way. So sad.
Well at least Rip has stopped trying to put other people in the middle of her Papas - that way would have only lead to armageddon. This plan should actually work.
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8/4/06 01:54 pm (UTC)...Greg's skeleton was just as fascinating as his outside was. Beautiful inside as well as outside, she thought and this time couldn't stop the semi-hysterical snicker from breaking loose.
- I am sure that Clark still thinks that Lex's skeleton is the prettiest he's ever seen.
She strolled into the entertainment room, clutching the phone. She dialed, waited.
"Dad-Poppa wants to talk to you." She thrust the phone into Lex's hand. "Dad," she said and moved out of reach. Lex looked shocked and then angry, and then...nervous. Rip looked on in interest. She'd never seen Poppa look nervous before and it was an odd look on him.
"Ah, Clark. Happy to hear you sounding so...chipper." He glared at Ripley, and mouthed, So. Much. Trouble. ...
- Again elegant masterminding, simple with not extemporaneous people (look no one has to die!)
... Lex stopped, took a breath and said, "Or come stay here. Yes, I said come here. Clark...are you all right? You sound a little out of breath." Red spots burned on each cheek, but he said carefully, "Thanks Clark. I'll see you Friday then." He cradled the phone against his cheek.
******
...
Clark froze. Oh shit--Lex. He closed his eyes and electricity fizzed along every nerve. He felt his cock jump. Whats'his name groaned and Clark shoved his head into the pillows. ...
The phone went silent, and Clark flung it away, threw his head back, grabbed Chris' hips and pounded into him, teeth bared, eyes tightly closed and in his mind, he was writhing on pale lavender sheets, and Lex was in him, fucking him without mercy.
******
Lex hung up thoughtfully. Had Clark been in bed? With someone...while he was talking to him? No, no, of course not--but he sounded like....
In his closet, nestled between the shirt drawers, was a small locked drawer and he went to it, unlocked it and pulled out a flannel shirt, so worn it was nearly colorless. He slid his arms into the too long sleeves, and closed his eyes. Inhaled. There really wasn't any scent left, not besides that provided by his mind, ...
Lex came quickly, head back and thumping gently against the closet wall, his own knees shaking and Clark's name quiet as a breath on his lips.
- I love my boys, but god they are stupid.
- I know that Lex scares Clark and the depth of his love made/makes him nervous - but really I hope that Clark has made peace with who Lex is because they need each other.
- And I know that Clark's concepts of right and wrong frustrate and enamour Lex at turns, but he needs to get over himself too (Clark is great and worthy of Lex's lover, but Clark's still just a guy and is vaguely - really really kinda - dense).
God. He hoped that inviting Clark to stay hadn't been a mistake.
His greatest failure was never being able to learn how to stop loving Clark, the way Clark had learned to stop loving him.
- Okay, Lex is dense too. It's actually kind of sad that they are both blinded by how deeply they are in love that they can't that the other feels the same way. So sad.
Well at least Rip has stopped trying to put other people in the middle of her Papas - that way would have only lead to armageddon. This plan should actually work.