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roxyTitle: Transference
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Clex
Rating: nc-17
The previous parts of Transference are here.
"Jerry, it's a stupid idea. You should leave Mr. Miles alone—who he sees and what he does is *not* your concern." She moved along the tall wooden shelves, stopping every few feet to frown down at a piece of paper in her hand, and up at the spines of the books stacked neatly in the shelves. "What the heck…does this book even exist? Geez, I hate summer reading lists…"
Jerry glanced at her list and at the shelf, grabbed a book and put it in her hand. "But come on. You've seen Mr. Miles with that jerk. Look how miserable he is when they're together. And how happy does he look when he's talking to Mr. Kent." He frowned slightly. "Very happy."
"You sound like a stalker, and again--none of your business. Stop putting your own feelings onto something you don't know anything about. Get me that book."
"You know, that's why libraries have ladders, so you can reach books over your head."
"Don’t need one. Got you. Promise me that you'll butt out of Miles' life, Jerr. It's cute and everything that you have this little crush on him but--"
Jerry turned to her with a stricken look. "But it's not cute. It *hurts*, and it makes me want to—to throw up sometimes. I'll *never* be able to have what I want. It's like—like life decided to be unfair—more unfair than to most people. He's handsome and smart and kind and funny, and he's so nice to me and it doesn't mean *anything*! He's nice to everybody the way he is to me. And I can't say anything. He's my *teacher* and he's older, and I'm too young and. And nothing can ever happen, nothing--" Jerry took a breath and held it, ground the heels of his hands against his eyes. Christine dropped her books and grabbed him, hugged him until he groaned. "Ribs…you're breaking ribs…"
"God, I'm *such* an asshole! I'm acting like you've just got some little crush, but you…you're in love with him. I'm so sorry." She stepped back, grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "But you're right. Everything you said was right, and smart. How did you get so smart?" She hugged him again, a bit softer this time. "An' sorry about the ribs," she muttered against his chest.
He rubbed her hair, and kissed the top of her head. "Aw, I'm okay—Freaky-Strength-Girl."
"I'm glad to hear that, Boy-Made-Of-Marshmallow." She tilted her head back and stared into his eyes. "Promise me you won't do anything crazy."
"Of course not!"
"Why don’t I believe you?"
Jerry smiled, shrugged. "What can I do to convince you? Promise, cross my heart, I won’t talk to Mr. Miles about his friend the asshole."
****
Clark walked alone through the pocket sized park, slipping in and out of the shadows that were everywhere in the early morning gloom. He sighed. Maybe he should just move out to the park, he thought. As desperate as he'd been for sunlight lately, he felt like he was here all the time. It was Brooding Central. He yawned, and yawned again.
Sun. There was little of that today--rain threatened, wind barely moved clouds that were thick and gray and hid the sun completely. In fact, the weather echoed his mood perfectly, he thought, taking stock of the current state of his life. His feeling was he might have ruined his life for good. His friendship—romance--with Lois, might be over. Sounded like it *was* over, unless he could find some way to convince her to forgive him. He frowned and scrubbed hands over his head, turning already shaggy hair into a wild mane. Okay, and though maybe it was selfish to think, there was always the awful chance that this disastrous maybe breakup with her might possibly lead to his having tanked his professional life as well. All he could do was hope that Lois didn't hate him enough to destroy everything he'd built with her. She was capable of it, God knew—she'd certainly made Lex's life a living hell when she'd wanted to.
He blinked at the bubbling surge of warmth a sudden flash of sunlight brought—the clouds were finally thinning. Clark sighed. Great. The sun was shining, birds were singing like they were extras in a damn Disney movie, and his ass was still on the line. He was no closer to figuring out what it was he felt for Liam than he had been the night before. He was no closer to getting closer to him…he dropped down onto one of the benches scattered around the rectangle of green. God, maybe he just wasn't any closer to admitting the truth to himself.
He lifted his face to the pale sunlight and inhaled. He wanted awfully to take off everything and lie down in it. Maybe then the terrible exhaustion would go away. Certainly what was left of his credibility would go away. The thought of Lois reading about his arrest for public nudity made him smile…he rolled up his shirt sleeves, closed his eyes and drifted….
After a few moments, he felt a presence behind him and sighed in irritation. "Yes, Jerry?"
Jerry came to stand in front of him. "Yeah, it is me. Hello, Mr. Kent. May I sit down?"
"Jerry..." And now he'd have to deal with the love-struck kid….Clark sighed. He was being uncharitable. He tried to force a smile. "Sure. Please, sit."
He dropped next to him and Clark waited as Jerry studied him from the corner of his eyes. Finally he dropped his eyes and started to speak. "You said you were a friend of Mr. Miles. So, maybe as a friend, you could talk to him about that guy he's seeing. I mean—oh boy." His head sunk between his shoulders and he blushed furiously. "I *know* it's none of my business, but…you know him. You have to see that it's not…not a good thing. I'm sorry for butting in. It's just--" Jerry sighed in obvious frustration and sank lower on the bench, and again, Clark was uncomfortably reminded of himself at that age, always trying so hard to make himself small and inoffensive--it made him take pity on the kid.
"No, it's okay. And you're right. The guy's an ass. But there's not much I can do." He scowled. "It's not like Liam will pay attention to me—he never has."
Jerry just looked at him. He reached down and snagged a blade of grass to twirl between his fingers. After a bit, he asked, carefully, "Are you—you aren’t gay, are you?" He spoke in a low voice. "No one but my friend Christine knows about me."
"So, you think of Mr. Miles as some kind of mentor, because he's…"
"Gay? Yeah…I guess. I guess I'd like him to be. He doesn't really see me though. Oh, he's nice and all, and willing to talk but he's got this space around him that you just can't push through, y'know…"
"Well, you have to be careful. You can find yourself wrapped up in something you weren't looking for." Clark's eyes were fixed on a point far, far away.
Jerry pinked a little. "I know nothing's ever going to happen. I'm fully aware that his job and my age make it impossible and dangerous, even if he did notice me like that." Jerry said stiffly.
"I know you are," Clark said softly.
"And this state's not exactly kind to guys like me, and him. I'm not stupid Mr. Kent," he said forcefully.
"No, no, you’re not the stupid one."
Jerry looked at him, "You *do* like him…" he said, surprise coloring his voice, and his eyes narrowed a little."Or…more than that?"
Clark didn’t say a word.
For the rest of the day, Jerry's words weaved in and out of his thoughts. He'd loved Lex…now after all these years he could admit to himself that his boyhood friendship with the cool older guy had been love. Because having been in love would explain so much, made the fact that everything fell apart so badly understandable. Love explained the fact that when so many other people became footnotes in his life, Lex…Lex was still there on every page.
And here was the question—what did Liam think? He knew perfectly well what Lex had thought. He was pretty sure Lex had wandered back and forth across that thin line…he was pretty sure that if he was dealing with Lex, there'd be no chance in hell. But he wasn't dealing with him; he was dealing with Mr. Miles, who seemed to be open to the idea of friendship. At least in that odd Luthorian way he didn’t seem able to completely suppress. Clark was almost tempted to call Lucas for advice—and that impulse proved he must be insane.
Well, good. It also meant he was ready to handle this thing after all. Hell, he'd have to be a little nuts—or a lot nuts--to want to pursue this….
He went home, and worked on the book that he figured now he'd have plenty of time to finish. He picked up the phone and stared at Lois's number, on a whim dialed Lucas'. He was quiet on the line and after an amused, "Hello?" there was nothing but silence from the other end. Just before he disconnected, he heard Lucas laugh and say good night, or maybe he'd said good luck.
He felt like an idiot. He wandered around his tiny apartment, yawning, his eyes getting heavier and heavier and finally, he nearly crawled into bed. Tomorrow, he'd feel better tomorrow, he was sure of it….
******
"Lex…Lex…"
Hot lips skated over his throat, sharp teeth pressed against his flesh. He felt them, pinpricks, pinpricks that went straight to his cock.
"Lex," the husky voice whispered. "No Lex here, just me…" a bite to his throat, "and you," and a velvet brush of tongue soothed the spot.
"Liam, I wanna kiss you." He tried to coax the other man higher, tried to take his mouth.
"Um-um. Let me…" lower, Liam's lips skated down his throat, tongue laved the sensitive hollow at its base. Clark groaned, and Liam wiggled a hand between the two of them. Clark protested lack of contact, until Liam's strong hand cupped him, folded fingers over the hard length under the denim. He pulled at the flannel shirt covering Clark's chest, teeth nipping the worn fabric as he pulled.
Clark laughed. "Use you hands or you'll pop the buttons off."
"Can't. My hands are full." And he squeezed the bulge against his palm, tweaked the nipple revealed by the parting flannel. Clark moaned, and Liam nuzzled against the bared flesh. "Clark, touching you makes me want to fuck you." The tip of his tongue flicked against Clarks hard nipple, over and over until he quivered.
"Stop—stop, it feels--"
"Like you need to let go? Do it. Just relax Clark, let it take you. Don’t fight, don’t think—open yourself to it. Let it control you…" he sucked hard on the tingling nub, scraped it carefully, gently with his teeth, and Clark struggled not to pull away, not to control his arousal. He concentrated on how good the sensation was. He concentrated on the heavy feeling of arousal between his legs, inside of him, the feeling of electricity filling him.
"Let me take these off," Liam said, and Clark thought it was a brilliant idea. He raised his hips to let Liam pull his jeans down. Fingers grazed his ass as he pulled the jeans down, and Clark shivered. Liam smiled. "Oh?" He purposefully drew his fingers down the length of Clark's spine, and Clark made a sound an awful lot like a squeak when Liam's fingers curled around his cheeks, hard, and pulled them apart. Liam's fingers slipped between Clark's cheeks and pulled a loud gasp from him and he groaned aloud when Liam rubbed one finger over the tight bud between Clark's cheeks, cried out when Liam sucked the tip of his dripping cock.
"Oh! That's…that's good. I never…only one time, sort of…"
Liam snorted against Clark's wet and trembling thigh. "You did it more than once, and you love it. Roll over."
Clark did immediately. Lex parted him, twirled his tongue wetly down the cleft, just missing his hole on each stroke until Clark began cursing quietly under his breath—touch me, do it, stop teasing me god damn it, fuck me, you fucking tease. Liam laughed, dipped his head and thrust his tongue hard against the tight muscle. Clark moaned again as it gave way and the hot wet tip slid in and out, each thrust in, Liam went just a bit deeper, the ring relaxed and opened. Liam slipped his tongue around and around the ring and Clark sobbed—it was so sensitive, so hot and when Liam bit down, and sucked at the sensitive flesh, he felt a gush of wet under him—his cock was stiff in his palm. He jerked himself as Liam rimmed him, and a stream of sound poured out of him.
"Clark—let me in. I have to fuck you now, I swear--"
Clark pushed up to his knees. "Yeah, hell yeah, I want you to. I need you to …" Clark felt heat, smooth and delicious pressure against him, when the head of Liam's cock popped inside, he groaned. Good, good and just a little painful, just enough to make it brighter, more intense. He shivered. "Okay, deeper," and Liam surged forward. The feeling grew—heat, and fullness and wave after wave of sensation crawled over him, slithered up his spine, into his brain. "More!"
Liam pulled back, and began a slow steady thrusting, until he angled slightly and pushed again. "How does it feel? Do you like it? Is it good?"
"Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Yes…" Clark threw his head back, and.
Liam threw his head back and it hit the headboard with a crack.
To Be Continued
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Clex
Rating: nc-17
The previous parts of Transference are here.
"Jerry, it's a stupid idea. You should leave Mr. Miles alone—who he sees and what he does is *not* your concern." She moved along the tall wooden shelves, stopping every few feet to frown down at a piece of paper in her hand, and up at the spines of the books stacked neatly in the shelves. "What the heck…does this book even exist? Geez, I hate summer reading lists…"
Jerry glanced at her list and at the shelf, grabbed a book and put it in her hand. "But come on. You've seen Mr. Miles with that jerk. Look how miserable he is when they're together. And how happy does he look when he's talking to Mr. Kent." He frowned slightly. "Very happy."
"You sound like a stalker, and again--none of your business. Stop putting your own feelings onto something you don't know anything about. Get me that book."
"You know, that's why libraries have ladders, so you can reach books over your head."
"Don’t need one. Got you. Promise me that you'll butt out of Miles' life, Jerr. It's cute and everything that you have this little crush on him but--"
Jerry turned to her with a stricken look. "But it's not cute. It *hurts*, and it makes me want to—to throw up sometimes. I'll *never* be able to have what I want. It's like—like life decided to be unfair—more unfair than to most people. He's handsome and smart and kind and funny, and he's so nice to me and it doesn't mean *anything*! He's nice to everybody the way he is to me. And I can't say anything. He's my *teacher* and he's older, and I'm too young and. And nothing can ever happen, nothing--" Jerry took a breath and held it, ground the heels of his hands against his eyes. Christine dropped her books and grabbed him, hugged him until he groaned. "Ribs…you're breaking ribs…"
"God, I'm *such* an asshole! I'm acting like you've just got some little crush, but you…you're in love with him. I'm so sorry." She stepped back, grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "But you're right. Everything you said was right, and smart. How did you get so smart?" She hugged him again, a bit softer this time. "An' sorry about the ribs," she muttered against his chest.
He rubbed her hair, and kissed the top of her head. "Aw, I'm okay—Freaky-Strength-Girl."
"I'm glad to hear that, Boy-Made-Of-Marshmallow." She tilted her head back and stared into his eyes. "Promise me you won't do anything crazy."
"Of course not!"
"Why don’t I believe you?"
Jerry smiled, shrugged. "What can I do to convince you? Promise, cross my heart, I won’t talk to Mr. Miles about his friend the asshole."
****
Clark walked alone through the pocket sized park, slipping in and out of the shadows that were everywhere in the early morning gloom. He sighed. Maybe he should just move out to the park, he thought. As desperate as he'd been for sunlight lately, he felt like he was here all the time. It was Brooding Central. He yawned, and yawned again.
Sun. There was little of that today--rain threatened, wind barely moved clouds that were thick and gray and hid the sun completely. In fact, the weather echoed his mood perfectly, he thought, taking stock of the current state of his life. His feeling was he might have ruined his life for good. His friendship—romance--with Lois, might be over. Sounded like it *was* over, unless he could find some way to convince her to forgive him. He frowned and scrubbed hands over his head, turning already shaggy hair into a wild mane. Okay, and though maybe it was selfish to think, there was always the awful chance that this disastrous maybe breakup with her might possibly lead to his having tanked his professional life as well. All he could do was hope that Lois didn't hate him enough to destroy everything he'd built with her. She was capable of it, God knew—she'd certainly made Lex's life a living hell when she'd wanted to.
He blinked at the bubbling surge of warmth a sudden flash of sunlight brought—the clouds were finally thinning. Clark sighed. Great. The sun was shining, birds were singing like they were extras in a damn Disney movie, and his ass was still on the line. He was no closer to figuring out what it was he felt for Liam than he had been the night before. He was no closer to getting closer to him…he dropped down onto one of the benches scattered around the rectangle of green. God, maybe he just wasn't any closer to admitting the truth to himself.
He lifted his face to the pale sunlight and inhaled. He wanted awfully to take off everything and lie down in it. Maybe then the terrible exhaustion would go away. Certainly what was left of his credibility would go away. The thought of Lois reading about his arrest for public nudity made him smile…he rolled up his shirt sleeves, closed his eyes and drifted….
After a few moments, he felt a presence behind him and sighed in irritation. "Yes, Jerry?"
Jerry came to stand in front of him. "Yeah, it is me. Hello, Mr. Kent. May I sit down?"
"Jerry..." And now he'd have to deal with the love-struck kid….Clark sighed. He was being uncharitable. He tried to force a smile. "Sure. Please, sit."
He dropped next to him and Clark waited as Jerry studied him from the corner of his eyes. Finally he dropped his eyes and started to speak. "You said you were a friend of Mr. Miles. So, maybe as a friend, you could talk to him about that guy he's seeing. I mean—oh boy." His head sunk between his shoulders and he blushed furiously. "I *know* it's none of my business, but…you know him. You have to see that it's not…not a good thing. I'm sorry for butting in. It's just--" Jerry sighed in obvious frustration and sank lower on the bench, and again, Clark was uncomfortably reminded of himself at that age, always trying so hard to make himself small and inoffensive--it made him take pity on the kid.
"No, it's okay. And you're right. The guy's an ass. But there's not much I can do." He scowled. "It's not like Liam will pay attention to me—he never has."
Jerry just looked at him. He reached down and snagged a blade of grass to twirl between his fingers. After a bit, he asked, carefully, "Are you—you aren’t gay, are you?" He spoke in a low voice. "No one but my friend Christine knows about me."
"So, you think of Mr. Miles as some kind of mentor, because he's…"
"Gay? Yeah…I guess. I guess I'd like him to be. He doesn't really see me though. Oh, he's nice and all, and willing to talk but he's got this space around him that you just can't push through, y'know…"
"Well, you have to be careful. You can find yourself wrapped up in something you weren't looking for." Clark's eyes were fixed on a point far, far away.
Jerry pinked a little. "I know nothing's ever going to happen. I'm fully aware that his job and my age make it impossible and dangerous, even if he did notice me like that." Jerry said stiffly.
"I know you are," Clark said softly.
"And this state's not exactly kind to guys like me, and him. I'm not stupid Mr. Kent," he said forcefully.
"No, no, you’re not the stupid one."
Jerry looked at him, "You *do* like him…" he said, surprise coloring his voice, and his eyes narrowed a little."Or…more than that?"
Clark didn’t say a word.
For the rest of the day, Jerry's words weaved in and out of his thoughts. He'd loved Lex…now after all these years he could admit to himself that his boyhood friendship with the cool older guy had been love. Because having been in love would explain so much, made the fact that everything fell apart so badly understandable. Love explained the fact that when so many other people became footnotes in his life, Lex…Lex was still there on every page.
And here was the question—what did Liam think? He knew perfectly well what Lex had thought. He was pretty sure Lex had wandered back and forth across that thin line…he was pretty sure that if he was dealing with Lex, there'd be no chance in hell. But he wasn't dealing with him; he was dealing with Mr. Miles, who seemed to be open to the idea of friendship. At least in that odd Luthorian way he didn’t seem able to completely suppress. Clark was almost tempted to call Lucas for advice—and that impulse proved he must be insane.
Well, good. It also meant he was ready to handle this thing after all. Hell, he'd have to be a little nuts—or a lot nuts--to want to pursue this….
He went home, and worked on the book that he figured now he'd have plenty of time to finish. He picked up the phone and stared at Lois's number, on a whim dialed Lucas'. He was quiet on the line and after an amused, "Hello?" there was nothing but silence from the other end. Just before he disconnected, he heard Lucas laugh and say good night, or maybe he'd said good luck.
He felt like an idiot. He wandered around his tiny apartment, yawning, his eyes getting heavier and heavier and finally, he nearly crawled into bed. Tomorrow, he'd feel better tomorrow, he was sure of it….
******
"Lex…Lex…"
Hot lips skated over his throat, sharp teeth pressed against his flesh. He felt them, pinpricks, pinpricks that went straight to his cock.
"Lex," the husky voice whispered. "No Lex here, just me…" a bite to his throat, "and you," and a velvet brush of tongue soothed the spot.
"Liam, I wanna kiss you." He tried to coax the other man higher, tried to take his mouth.
"Um-um. Let me…" lower, Liam's lips skated down his throat, tongue laved the sensitive hollow at its base. Clark groaned, and Liam wiggled a hand between the two of them. Clark protested lack of contact, until Liam's strong hand cupped him, folded fingers over the hard length under the denim. He pulled at the flannel shirt covering Clark's chest, teeth nipping the worn fabric as he pulled.
Clark laughed. "Use you hands or you'll pop the buttons off."
"Can't. My hands are full." And he squeezed the bulge against his palm, tweaked the nipple revealed by the parting flannel. Clark moaned, and Liam nuzzled against the bared flesh. "Clark, touching you makes me want to fuck you." The tip of his tongue flicked against Clarks hard nipple, over and over until he quivered.
"Stop—stop, it feels--"
"Like you need to let go? Do it. Just relax Clark, let it take you. Don’t fight, don’t think—open yourself to it. Let it control you…" he sucked hard on the tingling nub, scraped it carefully, gently with his teeth, and Clark struggled not to pull away, not to control his arousal. He concentrated on how good the sensation was. He concentrated on the heavy feeling of arousal between his legs, inside of him, the feeling of electricity filling him.
"Let me take these off," Liam said, and Clark thought it was a brilliant idea. He raised his hips to let Liam pull his jeans down. Fingers grazed his ass as he pulled the jeans down, and Clark shivered. Liam smiled. "Oh?" He purposefully drew his fingers down the length of Clark's spine, and Clark made a sound an awful lot like a squeak when Liam's fingers curled around his cheeks, hard, and pulled them apart. Liam's fingers slipped between Clark's cheeks and pulled a loud gasp from him and he groaned aloud when Liam rubbed one finger over the tight bud between Clark's cheeks, cried out when Liam sucked the tip of his dripping cock.
"Oh! That's…that's good. I never…only one time, sort of…"
Liam snorted against Clark's wet and trembling thigh. "You did it more than once, and you love it. Roll over."
Clark did immediately. Lex parted him, twirled his tongue wetly down the cleft, just missing his hole on each stroke until Clark began cursing quietly under his breath—touch me, do it, stop teasing me god damn it, fuck me, you fucking tease. Liam laughed, dipped his head and thrust his tongue hard against the tight muscle. Clark moaned again as it gave way and the hot wet tip slid in and out, each thrust in, Liam went just a bit deeper, the ring relaxed and opened. Liam slipped his tongue around and around the ring and Clark sobbed—it was so sensitive, so hot and when Liam bit down, and sucked at the sensitive flesh, he felt a gush of wet under him—his cock was stiff in his palm. He jerked himself as Liam rimmed him, and a stream of sound poured out of him.
"Clark—let me in. I have to fuck you now, I swear--"
Clark pushed up to his knees. "Yeah, hell yeah, I want you to. I need you to …" Clark felt heat, smooth and delicious pressure against him, when the head of Liam's cock popped inside, he groaned. Good, good and just a little painful, just enough to make it brighter, more intense. He shivered. "Okay, deeper," and Liam surged forward. The feeling grew—heat, and fullness and wave after wave of sensation crawled over him, slithered up his spine, into his brain. "More!"
Liam pulled back, and began a slow steady thrusting, until he angled slightly and pushed again. "How does it feel? Do you like it? Is it good?"
"Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Yes…" Clark threw his head back, and.
Liam threw his head back and it hit the headboard with a crack.
To Be Continued
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10/29/07 02:17 pm (UTC)I love Jerry wanting to get Liam and Clark together now. :D He's such a good boy. ;)
And that dream! GUH! *is all melty*
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10/29/07 06:43 pm (UTC)This still has me so intrigued and wanting to know more ...
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10/29/07 06:44 pm (UTC)I thought the talk Clark had with Jerry was interesting, but I'm a little concerned about Jerry. He seems like he's on the verge of something.
This was a wonderful chapter; I'm so excited and happy that you updated! :-D Thank you!
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10/29/07 10:46 pm (UTC)Great part!
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10/30/07 03:09 am (UTC)Sorry Jerry, Clark has waited to long to let go of Liam now. ;)
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