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Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Jake…suuuuurre….
Rating: 4
Summary: Alternate Universe. like my life
Previous Parts are here, celebrating diversity in their own special way.
Caroline Says
Clark made a decision. He needed his own place. He owed it to Eric. Besides, Eric was going to ask him to leave soon any way. He could see it in the way he wasn’t looking directly at him any more. It hurt, sure, but he got it—and he wanted to spare Eric any more discomfort. It was his fault, what happened, and his call to fix it.
It took a few days of looking—and in that time, he discovered that it was actually possible to find living quarters *worse *than the street. He’d seen rooms that the memory of made his skin crawl….
He found a room that was within his means--just. It wasn’t a palace. Frankly, it was about a step or two above the bus station stall—and a whole flight below what he had now, but sacrifices had to be made. That, he was skilled at, he thought. Anyway, he owed Eric, and it wasn’t that great a sacrifice—he still had heat, and a safe place to lay his head…he eyed the march of deadbolts down the door frame…hopefully.
The room was as wide as a closet; it had a sink and toilet, a hot plate, and a little gasping wheezing box he figured had to be a fridge, because the inside was cold. There would be no boxes of frozen food here, he thought—or ice cubes. He sighed. Mostly, it met his major requirements; he could afford it, the landlord hadn’t asked his age, or for ID, or for any information at all. It had a bed. It had a private toilet. And as soon as he passed over his paycheck—it was his.
*****
Eric dithered and jittered, and did a lot more eyeglass shoving than usual--Clark knew. Time had come.
“Listen Clark, I’ve been talking to Mrs. Smith, and she’s got a room that she’s more than willing to let you…I’m sorry Clark. I’m. You--you understand, right? You just…arg.”
Clark took Eric’s hand and squeezed it. “I was going to tell you that I found a place of my own. And you don’t have to worry--it’s small, but it’s clean it will be anyway and not far, it’s in walking distance of the job--" he stopped and swallowed. “Eric, will I still have a job?”
“Stoop! Of course, as long as you want it. If I got rid of you, a ton of old ladies would hang me in a friggin' public square, and draw and quarter me, and then spit on me. And then castrate me, and then--”
Clark was laughing. “I got it, I got it! Thank you.” He smiled at Eric, and then grabbed him, hugged him hard. “Thank you. You saved me.”
Eric pushed his glassed back up his nose and after a moment, hugged Clark back. “Yeah well, not so much but I’m glad I was able to help you. God damn, I’ll miss you here, but you’ll see, this’ll be a good thing for you.”
******
Jake helped Clark move in, and argued with him the whole way. “Clark, this place is really kind of disgusting. Why can’t you move in with me? I have more than enough room—if you lived with me, you’d be able to save more money too…listen. You’re going to go home—ah-ah—shhh! Hear me out. You *are* going to go home, and when you do, you’re not going back shabby and smelling like—poverty, hear me?”
He flagged a taxi, and Clark concentrated on juggling bags and boxes, and wondered how he accumulated so much in such a short time. When Jake prodded him, he nodded to whatever he was saying. “Unh-hunh, yeah...”
They arrived at the address, Clark pointed to the narrow alley between buildings, and a stairwell that went down to a basement. “It’s down there.”
Jake screamed in horror. “Mother of god, Clark! I know you said basement apartment, but you didn’t say it was in Satan’s basement! These stairs go right into the bowels of Hell, my god!”
Clark ignored him, handed him a box with a smile. They walked down the long flight of stairs. “Well, at least if there’s a nuclear war, you and the cockroaches will be safe,” Jake groused. When Clark opened the door to the tiny room, he gasped. “Oh my dear. You know I love you. Please. Please, Clark, come live with me…I--I’ll pay you!”
Clark just smiled at Jake, and put a small bag of groceries on the tiny table in front of the fridge. “It’ll be fine. The landlord said I can do what I want. A little paint, and maybe some flowers—it’ll be nice.”
Jake raised an eyebrow and snorted, and Clark again ignored him. He began putting the food away, filling the little fridge and the cabinet over the table that held the hotplate.
“Sweet heart, you’re making me cry…”
Finally Clark turned to Jake and pulled him close. “If I promise that I’ll move in with you if I can’t stand it, will you stop whining about it?”
“I don’t whine. And yes.” He leaned against Clark, and Clark bit back a gasp. Jake’s eyes flared and he pressed himself against the length of Clark. “Clark, can I kiss you—would you mind?”
“Um…I think…please.”
Jake pulled Clark’s head down, and his mouth covered Clark’s. The heat and tender press against his mouth made him weak in the knees, so shaky he had to hold himself up with a grip on Jake’s shoulders, oh—touch, warm and…touch, kiss wet soft…Jake licked Clark’s lips, his teeth, his tongue, he sucked gently, carefully at his lower lip, alternating sucking and licking until Clark was melting to the ground, bringing Jake with him…they settled on the kitchen floor with Jake between his legs, and he was so hard, so ready he was afraid he was going to come right there, just from that. Clark groaned, loudly, frantically, grabbed Jake’s hips and thrust against him and moaned again when he felt how hard Jake was… “Oh hell, it’s been such a long time…”
Jake pulled back, “Than let’s not do this on the floor in our clothes, come on…” he coaxed Clark to his feet, and led him to the bed. “Bring the sheets out of the bag, babe, and we’ll make the bed, and ruin it together.” His smile was so wicked, so hot it made Clarks gut tighten, made him feel fire fill him like it hadn't in a long time.
“God, you have no idea, Jake. I haven’t touched anyone in—forever. I haven’t been touched--”He threw the sheets on the bed, and told Jake, “I haven’t touched myself--” He stopped and blushed hard.
Jake stopped smoothing the sheets and stared at him. “Oh. Goodness. I’m glad I stopped...strip,” he demanded.
Clark nearly ripped his clothes off and Jake dropped the blanket to the floor. His eyes danced over Clark, and lingered at his groin. “Oo---oh. I thought all of you would be skinny…” Clark blushed again, and made a move to cover himself, but Jake was right there, and pulling his hands away, and—leaning over him, breathing on his sensitive dick, running his tongue under the foreskin and making him yelp. He sucked right at the tip, and drilled the pointed tip of his tongue inside the slit, pulled back “…you taste…different.” His eyebrows furrowed and suddenly cleared, “like…oranges.” He let Clark slide over his tongue, pressed against Clark’s ass, pushed him into his throat and pulled back with a wet pop. “Move a little,” he murmured, and gulped him back down.
Clark made an aborted little hip moment, a jerk forward, a shudder, he rose up on his toes, his eyes rolled back and he came.
“Oo—oh, sorry. Sorry…” Clark leaned over Jake and patted him. “I’m so sorry. I---I never had anyone do that before.”
“You’re kidding. Never? How is that possible?”
“Nobody paid me for that.” Clark felt the black wall of misery rolling over him.
Jake stood, licked his lips. “Too bad for them. Lay down.”
Clark stretched out as much as he could on the little bed, and Jake took his clothes off, eyes on Clark the whole time. He looked down at himself when the last item of clothing dropped to the floor, touched himself, stroked his dick from root to tip, and sighed…looked back at Clark with a touch of—something--in his eyes, Clark thought , something like surprise. He smiled, came to the bed…straddled him.
“Do you like it like this, Clark?” He leaned over him, his hair brushing Clark’s chest and took his nipples into his mouth. He sucked, hard, gentle, alternating bites, and nibbles, pinching and teasing Clark. Clark laughed and gasped and groaned, twisting this way and that, slave to Jake’s every touch.
“Jake…” he’d never had anyone touch him like this, Jake’s tongue was in his navel, his mouth opened wide over the bone jutting from his hip, he counted every rib with his teeth, and his lips. He sucked roses down to the base of his dick, bit and nosed his hair, smelled him and licked him. Clark was so high from it all, he felt defenseless, he spread his legs wider, so that Jake had access to every bit of him. It was like—being worshipped, being adored, and he rolled with the wave of delight that shook him. Jake rolled him to his stomach, and licked his calves, tracing a wet trial to his ass, and bit right under the swell of muscle. Clark shuddered, and almost without thinking, raised his hips. Opened wider. Jake let out a long shuddery breath, and kissed him, right between his cheeks, right over his hole, pressed his lips and sucked a little and Clark yelled.
Jake laughed and took advantage of Clark’s shock, he licked around, and pressed his tongue against he ring, and fucked him open—thrust thumbs into him and licked right inside of him and Clark shook—what *was* this--besides the most amazing sensation he’d ever felt. His stomach jerked, tight—loose--his whole body burned, wanted to burst into a million pieces. His astonished yells were only partially muffled by the pillow he’d crammed into his mouth—not to quiet himself but to keep his sanity…he screamed into the down again and again.
Jake moved away, and Clark wanted to cry in disappointment—he was about to have the most amazing mind boggling orgasm of his life…he babbled some words that he hoped included don’t, and stop and more. He jerked as a cool stream splashed against his hole, and Jake said, “Hold on,” and in one blinding moment, his world flipped—there was pressure against his hole, and heat, and then pain—a pain that raced up his spine and convinced his brain that it was the most extreme pleasure he’d ever felt, heat filled him, and his body contracted around Jake’s dick, and waves of pleasure flowed out from that point, filled his body. Jake pushed in and groaned, and began fucking him, steady, slow, deep. Clark found himself pushing back to meet him and pushing back to get more of him inside. Jake pulled him apart and ground into him deeper, deeper, and Clark screamed, bit harder, his whole body tightened on Jake and he was convulsing, he was shooting liquid fire across the sheets….
He passed out—he swore ever after that he’d actually passed out, and when he came to he was coughing, his throat so raw that for a few moments he couldn’t speak. Jake was draped across his back, his slight weight holding him down and making him feel protected. “Oh, shit--you killed me,” he groaned.
Clark laughed, shaky, and weak and grinning into the sheets. “That’s my line.”
Jake laughed. He pulled the rubber off, and threw it into one of the empty bags. “You need a garbage can—we’ll put that on your list.” He rummaged through the cabinet, and came dashing back with a bag of chips and leapt into bed.
He fed Clark chips, and they laughed---about the job, about the people, about the sex--they emptied the bag, and Jake ended up falling asleep with his head tucked under Clark’s chin. Clark felt a wave of warmth sweep him, waited for the black knives to slice it into bits but for once they slept and let him just enjoy the moment of peace. He felt thankful, for Eric, for friends for Jake. When he slept, he had no dreams at all.
TBCCCCC!
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2/1/07 04:44 pm (UTC)VERY Hot!... and HAPPY! :D
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2/1/07 10:46 pm (UTC)Ummm...chocolate? Would that help?
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2/1/07 06:35 pm (UTC)Clark's all...growing up!
*hides*
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2/1/07 10:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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2/1/07 10:51 pm (UTC)Now, now, my dear--i only hurt the oness i love!
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2/2/07 04:37 am (UTC)I'm still bracing my self...
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2/3/07 05:53 am (UTC)Okay, you're killing me with the sweet - Eric feeling bad but just trying to be a stand up guy and not take advantage of Clark; Jake seeming like a nice guy; Clark learning and trying to take care of himself. All really nice.
I just know the badness is coming, I. Just. Know.
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3/19/07 04:18 am (UTC)*cries quietly*
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4/15/07 06:24 am (UTC)And the sex... you melted me. At least Clark has that, another good memory to hoard.
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4/15/07 06:45 am (UTC)You complete me. *grin*