The Little Aliem Boy...
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roxyAs bob is my witless, I'm trying hard to pull this puppy together...
In other news, we're getting closer to TEH SEX!! A little closer...soon...I swear it! *crosses fingers behind back*
Here's a bit more, point out boo-boo's if you feel so inclined, because I was lazy and didn't check*eats grapes and waits for beloveds to do her work*
Aaah! What a life!
Later, Clark thought he shouldn’t have done that—left Lex like that, but he was so hurt, and angry, he thought it was probably safer that he wasn’t close to him. All he could think of as he raced home in the silent bubble that enclosed him was moving away from Lex as fast as was possible for him. Time meant nothing when he moved at his top speed, light shimmered and looked like it was coming at him through bubbled glass, moving objects seemed to float in air.
Normally Clark enjoyed running in this silent world, but his heart and mind were at odds. The most he could do was concentrate on not slamming into someone or something and disintegrating whatever it was. When he came to a stop at the far end of the farmhouse yard, the wind whirled violently around him for a moment.
He looked towards the house, at the kitchen window, and caught his mom moving around .Her hair was a red halo in the kitchen lights. He could see her clearly in the window; he was shadowed from her in the deepening dusk.
She looked peaceful and happy, doing what she wanted to, taking care of her family. Clark walked away from the house and toward the barn. He needed some time alone, to think before he went in.
Lex—god. What a horrible mistake he’d made…how could he have been stupid. He let his feelings for him override his sense. It was horrible to think his dad could have been right all these years. Clark trudged up to the loft, and let himself drop on the floor. He held his head in his hands and prayed for peace—that his thoughts would stop bouncing and roiling about in his head. He prayed for an answer for his folks, because he was surely going to have to tell them what a stupid stupid thing he’d done. It was the end of the world, no doubt. He rolled onto his side, and wondered how long he could stay up there before they began to miss him? Maybe a day or two, maybe the rest of his life, maybe he was losing his mind.
He drew in a long shuddery breath, and finally just let the tears fall. He pulled a pillow off the sofa and pushed it against his mouth to muffle any noise, his parents seemed to have damn radar whenever he got upset and he wanted to have it together when he went them to explain why his best friend, the one he trusted in all the world betrayed them, for what? —if only he could turn back time.
He sat hunched over the pillow, shaking with the force of crying till he was wrung out, and dizzy from the intensity of it. He turned the pillow and scrubbed his face with the dry side, and sighed.
Shit. Love sucks. Worse than being stuck on Lana, worse than …just bad. Lex doesn’t seem to have a problem,jerk! But he said he liked me! I really thought he liked me a lot, all that, that posturing and smiling and leaning-sucking …He gulped, as a vision of Lex tilting his head back and letting water run into his mouth from the long hard neck of the bottle of water, held firmly in his slim talented fingers, smooth skin, but they’d be hard, hard on his dick, hard on Bruce probably, sure, they’d probably been all over him, in his hair on his face…Lex probably had them in his mouth, let him suck on them, like *he* wanted to do, why won’t Lex let him do that to him—why go away for it? Clark unzipped, his dick was hard enough to hurt, it hurt thinking of Lex and –Bruce—he probably sucked him off too, the fucker! I was here waiting, and he was there, with his dick in Bruce’s mouth, letting him lick it, and --and-- suck and touch it there, ah!-like that, and hold his balls –like that-- squeeze a little, ah—just a bit, and,--and—Lex would scream—scream and hold his hair and fuck his mouth—god! Come –come—Fuck!
Clark lifted his head, and groaned. He was a mess, physically and mentally, and now he got to sneak into the house, hope he could change and zip these pants into the laundry without getting caught. Jeez, he hated Lex so much.
Almost as much as I hate Targehell! By! I'm off to work!Miss me? I'll miss you!
In other news, we're getting closer to TEH SEX!! A little closer...soon...I swear it! *crosses fingers behind back*
Here's a bit more, point out boo-boo's if you feel so inclined, because I was lazy and didn't check*eats grapes and waits for beloveds to do her work*
Aaah! What a life!
Later, Clark thought he shouldn’t have done that—left Lex like that, but he was so hurt, and angry, he thought it was probably safer that he wasn’t close to him. All he could think of as he raced home in the silent bubble that enclosed him was moving away from Lex as fast as was possible for him. Time meant nothing when he moved at his top speed, light shimmered and looked like it was coming at him through bubbled glass, moving objects seemed to float in air.
Normally Clark enjoyed running in this silent world, but his heart and mind were at odds. The most he could do was concentrate on not slamming into someone or something and disintegrating whatever it was. When he came to a stop at the far end of the farmhouse yard, the wind whirled violently around him for a moment.
He looked towards the house, at the kitchen window, and caught his mom moving around .Her hair was a red halo in the kitchen lights. He could see her clearly in the window; he was shadowed from her in the deepening dusk.
She looked peaceful and happy, doing what she wanted to, taking care of her family. Clark walked away from the house and toward the barn. He needed some time alone, to think before he went in.
Lex—god. What a horrible mistake he’d made…how could he have been stupid. He let his feelings for him override his sense. It was horrible to think his dad could have been right all these years. Clark trudged up to the loft, and let himself drop on the floor. He held his head in his hands and prayed for peace—that his thoughts would stop bouncing and roiling about in his head. He prayed for an answer for his folks, because he was surely going to have to tell them what a stupid stupid thing he’d done. It was the end of the world, no doubt. He rolled onto his side, and wondered how long he could stay up there before they began to miss him? Maybe a day or two, maybe the rest of his life, maybe he was losing his mind.
He drew in a long shuddery breath, and finally just let the tears fall. He pulled a pillow off the sofa and pushed it against his mouth to muffle any noise, his parents seemed to have damn radar whenever he got upset and he wanted to have it together when he went them to explain why his best friend, the one he trusted in all the world betrayed them, for what? —if only he could turn back time.
He sat hunched over the pillow, shaking with the force of crying till he was wrung out, and dizzy from the intensity of it. He turned the pillow and scrubbed his face with the dry side, and sighed.
Shit. Love sucks. Worse than being stuck on Lana, worse than …just bad. Lex doesn’t seem to have a problem,jerk! But he said he liked me! I really thought he liked me a lot, all that, that posturing and smiling and leaning-sucking …He gulped, as a vision of Lex tilting his head back and letting water run into his mouth from the long hard neck of the bottle of water, held firmly in his slim talented fingers, smooth skin, but they’d be hard, hard on his dick, hard on Bruce probably, sure, they’d probably been all over him, in his hair on his face…Lex probably had them in his mouth, let him suck on them, like *he* wanted to do, why won’t Lex let him do that to him—why go away for it? Clark unzipped, his dick was hard enough to hurt, it hurt thinking of Lex and –Bruce—he probably sucked him off too, the fucker! I was here waiting, and he was there, with his dick in Bruce’s mouth, letting him lick it, and --and-- suck and touch it there, ah!-like that, and hold his balls –like that-- squeeze a little, ah—just a bit, and,--and—Lex would scream—scream and hold his hair and fuck his mouth—god! Come –come—Fuck!
Clark lifted his head, and groaned. He was a mess, physically and mentally, and now he got to sneak into the house, hope he could change and zip these pants into the laundry without getting caught. Jeez, he hated Lex so much.
Almost as much as I hate Targehell! By! I'm off to work!Miss me? I'll miss you!
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8/10/04 02:41 pm (UTC)Teh Angst!
Poor boy.
*bounce*
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8/10/04 10:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/11/04 01:07 am (UTC)Hey, you around? Wanna lend me your big squishy brain?
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8/10/04 02:49 pm (UTC)I hope that once Lex really understands the depth of Clark's feelings, he'll lay off Bruce.
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8/10/04 03:17 pm (UTC)Stop being so silly. You know Lex loves you!
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8/10/04 10:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/11/04 05:19 am (UTC)*waits*
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8/10/04 04:07 pm (UTC)Just hope our boy Lex can explain to Clark soon ....
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8/10/04 10:50 pm (UTC)