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roxyAh!It's a lovely day, just perfect for staying inside and typing my little fingers to the bone.
Y'know, here's something that drives me crazee--I read the fic,over and over, I check and check and post and fuck me!--how did that typo get past me?und so weiter...it's enough to drive yer mother insane I tell ya!
So, more here, and did I mention I have no idea where I'm going here? I had an ending and it got lost in the labryinth I call "Roxy's Brain" *please to be imagining cool echo effect*
Fly free, free!*tosses fic*
Clark grinned at him and started up the drive, still holding Lex’s shirt.
“C’mon, Mom made a great dinner and you have to eat with us!” He turned back to ask Lex something and caught sight again of the bite on Lex’s neck. His stomach twisted-- forget it, don’t think about it. It’s none of your business. You don’t have a right.
Dinner went rather nicely. The conversation was relaxed. His dad and Lex bantered back and forth and his mom did her best to stuff Lex to the gills. It was just so *nice*, and Clark spent most of the meal pouting fiercely. He watched as his dad and Lex laughed hard about something he’d missed.
Hmmp. I’d like to see Dad laughing that hard if I told him I wanted to screw his new best friend. Clark thought, and was immediately caught up in a wave of shame and embarrassment. What the hell was wrong with him! He looked over at Lex and blushed even harder when he saw that he was looking at him with a questioning expression. He was about to speak when some …feeling came over him and he looked over at his mom.
Crap.She was staring at him. Hard. The kind of look that went right beneath your skin and dug out anything that might be hiding there. He looked into his mother’s eyes and knew that she knew. Oh, God! What was she going to do - say?
She checked herself, blinked and than smiled at him. A good, warm, ‘I love you’ smile. She glanced at Lex, looked back at him. She reached across the table and put her hand over his.
“Son, can I get you some desert?”
Clark could feel his eyes tear up and he felt like an idiot. But an idiot whose mother loved him very much, no matter what. He nodded, afraid to speak and she got up to get the cake from the counter.
She turned to Lex and said, “I really should have asked you first, Lex. It’s your favorite. I made it for you.”
“Thank you! Wow, that’s great. I’ve been wondering how to ask you…” He grinned. Clark watched his mom cut a slice for Lex and put it in front of him. As she moved back, she let her hand rest briefly on the back of Lex’s head, a quick caress that made Lex blush with pleasure.
Clark sighed, completely happy for one shining moment. His mom was cool with this. Now. How was he going to tell his dad? His heart sank a bit, watching Lex and his dad discussing some political thing by the sound of it. What would his reaction be?
Oh right Clark. Worry about telling your dad. Totally forget about the fact you haven’t told Lex yet…
*******
Lex and Clark sat side by side on the porch. The air was heavy with the scent of Martha’s roses, and a cool breeze ruffled Clark’s hair and dried the sweat raised by the warmth of the kitchen on Lex’s brow. He sighed in contentment. Dinner had been…nice. The food was great, the cake was delicious, Jonathan had been more than nice, and Martha- well, she was just Martha. It’d felt like coming home, in an entirely different way than going to Bruce. Bruce was safety, but this was warmth. He watched Clark out of the corner of his eye. He was still– distracted or annoyed; something. He had no idea what was wrong with his young friend and he certainly wasn’t giving up any information. Usually Clark looked pretty happy when he and Jonathan got on, but tonight he’d just looked a little pinched and upset .He tried to start conversation a couple of times, but finally gave it up. Clark was determined to ignore him it seemed. Lex wasn’t a fool; he knew for some reason he was being punished. After all, he’d been on the receiving end of this shit from the best…thanks for the lessons *Dad*. All right. Enough .Lex rose and patted an unresponsive Clark on the shoulder.
"Well, Clark, I’ll give you a call, ok. I – I’ve got to go now. Tell your parents I really enjoyed this evening.”
He swung down the porch steps and headed for his car. Clark didn’t move or look his way and Lex felt absolutely crushed. But if Clark could be a bastard so could he.He pulled off without a look back.
He pulled into the slot in the garage, and flicked on his overheads as he gathered his stuff out of t he car. He glanced up to look at himself in the rearview mirror, and adjusted his collar. He went to rub over a dark spot on his neck, and a chill went down his back. Oh. Damn.Damn.He remembered how still Clark’s face went when he’d gotten out of the car.
Clark, who could see through- anything. To whom cotton was invisible if he chose. Who could see that the bites went all the way down - damn.
Wait.
He was jealous. Jealous!
Lex grinned from ear to ear. Clark was angry because of what he’d seen. For a moment his heart soared, until reality hit him again. How was he going to fix this? They weren’t even together, and he felt like he was cheating on him. Shit. He knew it was a bad idea to sleep with Bruce! Why had he done it? He slapped his fore head and wished it were really possible to turn back time. Damage control. Right. that was something he was good at. He strode toward the exit, determined to make Clark forget what he’d seen. Lex hesitated, slowed down. Ok, that approach was totally wrong. That’s not what he wanted; it’s not what Clark would accept.
He was just going to have to bite the bullet, tell Clark the truth and hope to God, he could forgive him.
*****
So since I have all this day in front of me, I'll post the rest tonight, and after that...help! *Brains, don't fail me now!
Edited for stupidity...
Y'know, here's something that drives me crazee--I read the fic,over and over, I check and check and post and fuck me!--how did that typo get past me?und so weiter...it's enough to drive yer mother insane I tell ya!
So, more here, and did I mention I have no idea where I'm going here? I had an ending and it got lost in the labryinth I call "Roxy's Brain" *please to be imagining cool echo effect*
Fly free, free!*tosses fic*
Clark grinned at him and started up the drive, still holding Lex’s shirt.
“C’mon, Mom made a great dinner and you have to eat with us!” He turned back to ask Lex something and caught sight again of the bite on Lex’s neck. His stomach twisted-- forget it, don’t think about it. It’s none of your business. You don’t have a right.
Dinner went rather nicely. The conversation was relaxed. His dad and Lex bantered back and forth and his mom did her best to stuff Lex to the gills. It was just so *nice*, and Clark spent most of the meal pouting fiercely. He watched as his dad and Lex laughed hard about something he’d missed.
Hmmp. I’d like to see Dad laughing that hard if I told him I wanted to screw his new best friend. Clark thought, and was immediately caught up in a wave of shame and embarrassment. What the hell was wrong with him! He looked over at Lex and blushed even harder when he saw that he was looking at him with a questioning expression. He was about to speak when some …feeling came over him and he looked over at his mom.
Crap.She was staring at him. Hard. The kind of look that went right beneath your skin and dug out anything that might be hiding there. He looked into his mother’s eyes and knew that she knew. Oh, God! What was she going to do - say?
She checked herself, blinked and than smiled at him. A good, warm, ‘I love you’ smile. She glanced at Lex, looked back at him. She reached across the table and put her hand over his.
“Son, can I get you some desert?”
Clark could feel his eyes tear up and he felt like an idiot. But an idiot whose mother loved him very much, no matter what. He nodded, afraid to speak and she got up to get the cake from the counter.
She turned to Lex and said, “I really should have asked you first, Lex. It’s your favorite. I made it for you.”
“Thank you! Wow, that’s great. I’ve been wondering how to ask you…” He grinned. Clark watched his mom cut a slice for Lex and put it in front of him. As she moved back, she let her hand rest briefly on the back of Lex’s head, a quick caress that made Lex blush with pleasure.
Clark sighed, completely happy for one shining moment. His mom was cool with this. Now. How was he going to tell his dad? His heart sank a bit, watching Lex and his dad discussing some political thing by the sound of it. What would his reaction be?
Oh right Clark. Worry about telling your dad. Totally forget about the fact you haven’t told Lex yet…
*******
Lex and Clark sat side by side on the porch. The air was heavy with the scent of Martha’s roses, and a cool breeze ruffled Clark’s hair and dried the sweat raised by the warmth of the kitchen on Lex’s brow. He sighed in contentment. Dinner had been…nice. The food was great, the cake was delicious, Jonathan had been more than nice, and Martha- well, she was just Martha. It’d felt like coming home, in an entirely different way than going to Bruce. Bruce was safety, but this was warmth. He watched Clark out of the corner of his eye. He was still– distracted or annoyed; something. He had no idea what was wrong with his young friend and he certainly wasn’t giving up any information. Usually Clark looked pretty happy when he and Jonathan got on, but tonight he’d just looked a little pinched and upset .He tried to start conversation a couple of times, but finally gave it up. Clark was determined to ignore him it seemed. Lex wasn’t a fool; he knew for some reason he was being punished. After all, he’d been on the receiving end of this shit from the best…thanks for the lessons *Dad*. All right. Enough .Lex rose and patted an unresponsive Clark on the shoulder.
"Well, Clark, I’ll give you a call, ok. I – I’ve got to go now. Tell your parents I really enjoyed this evening.”
He swung down the porch steps and headed for his car. Clark didn’t move or look his way and Lex felt absolutely crushed. But if Clark could be a bastard so could he.He pulled off without a look back.
He pulled into the slot in the garage, and flicked on his overheads as he gathered his stuff out of t he car. He glanced up to look at himself in the rearview mirror, and adjusted his collar. He went to rub over a dark spot on his neck, and a chill went down his back. Oh. Damn.Damn.He remembered how still Clark’s face went when he’d gotten out of the car.
Clark, who could see through- anything. To whom cotton was invisible if he chose. Who could see that the bites went all the way down - damn.
Wait.
He was jealous. Jealous!
Lex grinned from ear to ear. Clark was angry because of what he’d seen. For a moment his heart soared, until reality hit him again. How was he going to fix this? They weren’t even together, and he felt like he was cheating on him. Shit. He knew it was a bad idea to sleep with Bruce! Why had he done it? He slapped his fore head and wished it were really possible to turn back time. Damage control. Right. that was something he was good at. He strode toward the exit, determined to make Clark forget what he’d seen. Lex hesitated, slowed down. Ok, that approach was totally wrong. That’s not what he wanted; it’s not what Clark would accept.
He was just going to have to bite the bullet, tell Clark the truth and hope to God, he could forgive him.
*****
So since I have all this day in front of me, I'll post the rest tonight, and after that...help! *Brains, don't fail me now!
Edited for stupidity...
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8/6/04 04:53 pm (UTC)See what happens when you fall in love with a teenage boy, Clark has completely the right reaction. Lex of course is still young too, and if he's anything like me he'd feel guilty. Lol!
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8/6/04 05:21 pm (UTC)Oooh, good! and Lex doesn't really need to feel guilty, but he does.Love has no logic!
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8/6/04 05:48 pm (UTC)Squeeeeeeeeeee!!!
*bounce*
*does chair dance of imminent smut*
whoot!!!
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8/6/04 06:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/6/04 06:25 pm (UTC)*talk to the hand gesture*
You just WROTE the smutty, smutty Blex! Uh...Lruce? Damn, they all suck.
Anyway... go for it! No fear!
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8/6/04 06:13 pm (UTC)I LOVE MARTHA!
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8/6/04 07:10 pm (UTC)I can't wait to see what happens next.
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8/7/04 12:43 am (UTC)So did he forgo the disguise coming back or was he wearing the college boy look when he got to the Kents?
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8/7/04 03:02 am (UTC)The jacket was Clark's and the next bit's explain that, but in the meantime I'm stuck trying to iron out this hugh crinkle! grrr!Loss of logic is bad!!!
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