fic post:Mariposa

[roxy]

Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Jake…suuuuurre….
Rating: 4
Summary: Alternate Universe. like my life

Previous Parts are here, repeating their favorite line—“I didn’t ask for the anal probe.”

So, I figured, as long as I’m on a roll, why wait?



Caroline Says

Clark spent some time thinking about what he and Jake had done and how much he liked it and wondered why he and Whit had never done anything like that. He’d loved sex with Whit—he loved Whit, no one could take his place but…this had been like having firecrackers and champagne inside you. He touched himself, carefully, hissed a little, as much in pleasure as in pain. He was sore, but a good sore and he felt a little empty, and if Jake walked in the door in the next second and asked if he wanted to do it again—he would do it in the blink of an eye. It felt good, it felt—Clark sighed.

He wished it had been Whitney. But it was okay to that it had been Jake. Maybe a little more than okay.

******
December, and Clark still hadn’t called. The pain of missing his parents grew more and more, it grew to the point that it became impossible to imagine that they might want him back. Because if it was hurting them as much as it was hurting him, they must hate him by now, for the pain he was causing them. The never–ending ache surprised him--he’d expected that it would fade as time went by. And time was passing so quickly…he hardly recognized the person in his mirror anymore. He was surprised every time by the thin sad boy he saw. He was all eyes--and hair. His hair was so long, it fell over his shoulders. He wondered what Whit would think. He’d probably react the same way as Jake---eat something, scrawny person. He snapped his hair into a rubber band, and wondered idly if he was too thin--

Jake. He really liked going out with him. It gave him something to look forward to, a person who wanted to touch him, and be touched back. Clark sighed. It was like his skin had been thirsty for it. Jake touched him a lot, little back rubs and hugs, when they sat close, his fingers skimmed here and there, almost always in contact and Clark felt like a parched flower…he sucked it up, he reveled in it. Like rain after a long long drought, Jake brought him some comfort.

*****

“Sweet, I heard your boss talking to you about calling home—again. When are you going to do it? You should. They must be nearly crazy worrying about you.”

Clark grunted, eyes locked on the television. His arms were around a bowl of popcorn, and there was a stack of movies Jake had picked for him on the coffee table.

Jake came around the couch, dropped two bottles of coke on the table and flung himself down, pulled a blanket over them, and snuggled into Clark’s side. “You don’t want to hear it but it’s true. I’m not going to argue with you though; I think we’ve all learned how stubborn you can be. Pass the popcorn.”

Clark passed over the huge bowl of greasy popcorn, wiped his hands and sighed. “I will. Before Christmas I’ll call, okay?”

“Good. I knew you’d give into me. You always do. This is nice, isn’t it, kind of cozy? I haven’t had a chance to just relax in forever. Work has been insane lately.”

Clark knew Jake was a dancer, but where he didn’t know. He knew it involved little clothing, and lots of make-up, and that some of those weekends he spent with Clark he was losing a lot of money—he never said, but it was obvious to Clark. He never asked if Jake did more than dance—it wasn’t his business.

They watched two movies, and as the third was rolling, Clark drifted in and out of sleep, in and out of dreams—Jake changed from Whit to Lex Luthor to his Boy, and back again…when Jake nudged him awake, Lex Luthor was just reaching out to touch him….

“Little one, come keep me company while I get ready for work. A friend called and asked me to be his date at some charity thing tonight.” He laughed. “He says all of Metropolis’ best and brightest and *richest* will be there. Who knows, I may find a husband…I need a backup in case you drop me.” He winked at Clark and grinned.

Clark followed him into his bedroom and flopped on the huge bed, watched Jake get dressed. It was so fascinating to watch him go from a willowy young man, to a graceful woman. Maybe this was what Whit had felt, watching him. Clark sighed. He still had the little tube of purple lipstick in his bag, hadn’t felt like using it since—it wasn’t the same anymore.

Jake settled a long blonde wig on his head, arranged the curls until they framed his face. He added earrings, turned and smiled at him. “Jasmine, at your service. You know Clark, one day, just for fun you should let me do your face—just to see.”

Clark grimaced, decided not to mention anything to Jake.

“No really, you’d look beautiful.” His eyes sparkled, and he looked so tickled, Clark laughed. “In fact, let’s see. Come over here and sit.”

Clark shook his head but of course Jake was able to coax him off the bed, and convince him to sit at the make up table. He looked in astonishment at the huge array of powders and creams and tints—so many different colors…spidery little false eyelashes were scattered here and there and sequins and glittering rhinestones…Jake explained that he needed different accessories for different occasions, but Clark was so pretty, all he needed was a little color. He smoothed base on and powdered and brushed Clark, took a small brush and demanded Clark close his eyes. He brushed color on his lids, lined his eyes, another brush stroked color over his lips. “Don’t open your eyes yet,” he ordered, and Clark smiled and obediently sat. Jake moved away and then Clark felt a brush sweep through his hair.

“You’re so lucky; your hair is long enough that you wouldn’t need to bother with wigs.” Jake was behind him, leaning against him as he brushed, and Clark felt the heat of his crotch pressed into his back. He swallowed, and leaned back slightly…his heart sped up, and hope filled him—maybe there was time for sex before Jake left…he hoped that he’d want to fuck him again…he breathed a little sigh of disappointment when Jake moved away. “Okay, now you can look,” he said.

Clark opened his eyes and froze. That wasn’t the person he usually saw in the mirror, it wasn’t the person he became for Whitney. This person was…beautiful.

Jake studied his face, so long, that Clark felt a little nervous. He reached out and touched his fingertips to Clark’s cheek, and looked a little sad. “You are so beautiful. How can you look so—be so innocent? After everything, how is it possible?”

Clark laughed. “The last thing I am is innocent, you know that.”

“Ah, you think you know, do you?” Jake shook his head, “You’re like—a caterpillar.”

“I’m fat and green and leggy?”

“Fool.” Jake tapped Clark. “No, like this cocoon opened and a beautiful butterfly came out—you’re--” he snapped his fingers, “you’re—what’s that word—mariposa—Spanish for butterfly.” He turned Clark to face the mirror fully. “Say hello, Mariposa.”

Clark laughed, felt uneasy and a little silly. “Mariposa. Pretty. But not me, is it?”

Jake ran off and came back with a camera. “Pose for me, smile!” He took pictures as he spoke. “Why can’t it be you? Who says we only have to have one face, hmm?”

He made Clark pose in a variety of outfits, and after a bit Clark relaxed, and even enjoyed it a little, laughing and following Jake’s lead. It was a fun evening, and he was sorry when the limo came to take Jake away.

“Stay here and I’ll see you when I get back, okay. Help yourself to anything.” He kissed Clark’s cheek and swirled out of the door.

Clark laughed to himself, headed for the bathroom to wash everything off, but he found it hard to keep his eyes from the mirror.

The to be continuing.

Comments

[talitha78.livejournal.com]

Mariposa! Yay!!!!!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heeee! Icon!!
Yup. Mariposa! *smile*

[danceswithgary]

Oooh, a new direction!

Clark opened his eyes and froze. That wasn’t the person he usually saw in the mirror, it wasn’t the person he became for Whitney. This person was…beautiful.

Clark's need for different identities has always seemed to leave him open and vulnerable to psychological problems. The split between personas feels painful.

This is really picking up. Great update!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Ah--not so much a new direction as the train is finally headed down the track towards home. *G*

Ooo...nice comment about the personas. I thought of it as these persona being put on him, to a certain extent. Whit's encouragement meant that it became a little less about Clark and more about Whit. I think it's painful for him, yes.

thanks so much! I tell, you, these guys won't shut up! thank goodness!

[theclexfactor.livejournal.com]

Ok, I'm feeling a little better about Jake. And I'm not much of a "men in makeup" person, but let's be honest, Clark would make a pretty woman *points at icon*

I love your story more and more with every update, even if you make my blood pressue rise with the suspense of what you're gonna do to Clark next. Lucky for me, he's a strong individual, even if he doesn't know it yet. And i cn finally say that I'm ready for the Clex since my poor Whitney is...is...I can't say it... *sniff*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Thanks--I don't like men in makeup, myself, I'm not much for drag, either. But a really young Thomas would have made a very pretty girl.

Awwwww! *hugs you*

[tabaqui]

Oh, oh oh!
I think i might know......where you're going. I doubt it, but....
Wheeee!
Yes, call your parents, you dork.
*whaps him*

*luffs*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

oooo--ooo! E-mail me!!!!!

[supercaptain182.livejournal.com]

At first, I was wary of Jake, but now...I *lurves* that boy. I love that he sees Clark's beauty with and without the make-up and that he encourages Clark to reconnect with his family.

The previous post was hot and sweet. But this, just leaves me in awe. Clark is a Mariposa indeed. *g*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Oh good, Jake has a fan! *grin* Thank you so very much!

Ah! See, isn't it wonderful that we can make each other happy? *hugs*

[talitha78.livejournal.com]

P.S. Previouslies! Yay!!!!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heee!
Oh my god....I finally got your icon...*slaps self*

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

Jake's being a (relatively) good boy so far. And my cross-dressing kink is definitely being fed. ;)

I'm so glad to finally find out what Mariposa means! lol

Two parts in one day... two happy parts in one day! *hugs*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I'm on fiiiii-yaaaaaaah!!!

Cross dressing kink! *points finger* Pervy girl!!

[myownghost.livejournal.com]

mmm, i'd like to see clark with long hair. he'd be stunning in drag, i'll bet.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I'm posting a picture to show what he looks like at this point of the story. No long hair in this pic, but there are one or two about in which Thomas has long hair. It's...odd. *G*

[myownghost.livejournal.com]

oh, good! there can never be too many pictures of clark. :)

i once saw one fashion shot of him, very young, with long and surprisingly light-brown hair, wearing ugly plaid pants. the high point of the photo was his huge bare feet. i have such a fetish for his hands and feet. *g*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

yes! that's the one! Strange, the long hair, but yes, I'm with you on the hands and feet. *G*

[clarkscherry.livejournal.com]

Awww! Its nice to see Clark comfortable with someone, even if feels slightly guilty about it not being Whitney. I would so love to see Clark?Tom as a cross-dresser. I bet he would be sexy as all get-out! Some like it hot...oh yay, oh yay!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

the lovely lapetite_kiki made a beautiful manip with pretty Clark. *G*

[arianstarr.livejournal.com]

*sigh*

*huggles you to death*

Sorry, I am less than coherent tonight. :)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Awwwww. Is okay! *shmooch*

[capnzebbie.livejournal.com]

What a lovely update! :) Thanks for giving Clark and Jake a little happiness here.

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

And we have achieved title - it only took you 40 plus chapters.

Okay - so far Jake doesn't seem like such a bad guy. I'm reserving judgment, but so far I'm okay with him hanging with Clark until Lex is in the picture (with the right reserved to yell at Jake if he does something to hurt our little Spanish butterfly.)


I like that result of Jake's efforts make Clark in some one different - since Clark is not the same person that he was when he first started experimenting with the makeup and a good portion of the make up was wrapped up in Whitney, it's fitting that this new "woman" in Clark looks different. Nice, is all I'm saying.


So does Clark get to meet Lex in while drag, hummmmmmm - that would be an interesting wrinkle, but a good way for some of the less then normative parts of Clark to be introduced to Lex early.


So can I start the buy Clark a sandwich club - we could feed him bacon and hot pastrami with mustard.

I so get Clark's desire and fear surrounding calling his parents - it's so hard to get over the hump of time past when you let contacting some one go. Poor Clark.

[lexophilia.livejournal.com]

the f*ckin' song will not go away...

"if you should return to me
we truly were meant to be
oh oh oh oh spread your wings and fly
butterfly"

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

oh no! LOL!!

[herohunter.livejournal.com]

Mariposa is Moth in Portuguese, Borboleta is Buterfly. Just a bit of trivia, and oh, I'm loving this so! I need to go to bed but now...*pops another Tums*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

moth? lol! that works too, doesn't it? Me too! *hugs*

[miche-connor.livejournal.com]

He wished it had been Whitney. But it was okay to that it had been Jake. Maybe a little more than okay

Oh Clark. I love your Clark, so much. He's just so perfectly willing to believe the best in everyone and everything. And thank goodness he's healing from the rent that Whit dying left in his heart. I have a feeling he's going to need that scarring that will occur. (Reads on)

Oh this is just so pretty: Fool.” Jake tapped Clark. “No, like this cocoon opened and a beautiful butterfly came out—you’re--” he snapped his fingers, “you’re—what’s that word—mariposa—Spanish for butterfly.” He turned Clark to face the mirror fully. “Say hello, Mariposa

Jake, You're such a bad person... Oh we know it, but that was a really wonderful and true thing to say about Clark.

And he will lose his innocence, slowly and surely and just as completely as everyone does, but I hope he will keep that innate faith in everyone. Have a feeling he may lose it and if he does Lex, you better save him!

And I know you can't say a word, Roxy. It's okay. :) I just wanted to let you know what I was thinking and feeling as I was reading this.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Love, your comments are my all time favorites. I love knowing what you think while you're reading.