sv fic: How I Spent My Summer Vacation part five

[roxy]

Title: How I Spent My Summer Vacation
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/ Whit, Jason/Whit
Rating: R
Summary: All about what Clark learns on his summer job.

I promise, this one is not going to be a year long never-ending WIP.

The previous parts are here, wondering why no one writes fic about *them* and their semi-glamorous lives…




So in a way that's how Clark ended up in Whit's driveway, in the back of the crappy old truck with Lana. Not that he touched her; he kept a respectful distance from her, just in case. She was staring at him, and Clark thought as he had many times before, what a piercing gaze she had. It had weight, you could feel it going through you, he thought. She cleared her throat and Clark jerked. Oh. He'd been staring.

"Clark, we're friends, aren’t we? We've been friends for a long time." Clark nodded, they had been, on and off for years. The only person he'd been friends with as long was Pete Ross. "I feel like I can talk to you—confide in you."

"You can, anytime, you know that."

"Clark…first let me make this plain. I think of you as a friend. I always have, I always will, but I know that you feel differently, and…I'm sorry. I'll never feel that way, and…it does make me sad."

Clark nodded uncertainly. He understood what she was saying—was it worth it to tell her that she needn't feel sad--that he didn’t feel quite that way anymore? She went on, unaware of Clark's internal debate.

"The thing is, Whit and I…" she sighed. "I'm sure you've been hearing talk about marriage and stuff. Some people have already set the *date* for this imaginary wedding and I…I don't think I want that, in fact, Clark I'm sure I don't." she sighed and almost seemed to collapse. "There. I said it out loud. Oh gosh…"

Clark appreciated how hard that was for her. In some ways, appearances were important to Lana. He figured it meant safety, security, something she could control…changing her mind like that after all the expectations thrown on her—that had to be an awfully hard thing for her to do. And kind of brave in a way… "It's better if you tell Whit that, Lana. Maybe…maybe you should take a break from each other—to think." Clark felt a little like a hypocrite, especially when what he mostly felt was relief—she wasn't in love with Whit like *that*, and would never be interested in him…which meant a clear field. Jason's scowl flashed through his mind—almost clear.

She nodded. "My art teacher and I have been talking about the study abroad program that Lowell County is going to offer next year. It's a scholarship program and whoever gets selected will spend next summer in Paris studying art—I know I'm only going to be a junior next year but still, I'll be seventeen. She said with Nell's approval I could go. It's just…it's a pretty large field to compete in."

"Yeah, but you're really *that* good. You'll win the spot, no doubt in my mind," Clark said with such certainty that Lana looked at him, a huge smile warming her face, and Clark's heart. She took his hand. "See? That's why we've always been friends. You're such a good person Clark; you have the biggest, sweetest heart…you’re good to all your friends. Does it…bother you that I can't be more than that to you?"

Clark turned his face away. It didn't…wow. It really didn't and that felt weird. After all these years, to not love her…it felt weird.

He walked her back to the party, and it was going in full swing. He handed her off with a bow to Whit, and went in search of Pete. He found him hanging off some girl who was not Chloe, which was kind of a relief because he really wanted to keep his job. The girl wasn't doing much of a job keeping Pete upright, she was barely vertical herself. Clark told himself to make sure Pete couldn't get to his keys. Jason was talking to Whit, and he looked angry. Clark sighed, grabbed a beer and wandered off into the little strip of trees lining the edge of the property. He could still see the party just fine from where he was. He crouched, popped the top off the bottle and drank. Didn’t really matter how much he drank, it never seemed to really bother him, certainly didn’t make him drunk so there was little point in it…he just did it from time to time to fit in. He rolled the cold liquid in his mouth letting it cool the inside before swallowing. He did kind of like the bitter-sweet taste…

Billy was walking around the back yard, blank-faced as always, kind of like a white board that only occasionally, briefly, had writing on it. Wow, until now…Clark was startled—Billy's face was far from blank--he looked completely shattered. What the fuck…for one long minute he looked like the world was ending and then, Clark could see him pulling himself together with an effort that was painful to watch. In seconds, he was smooth and blank again. He turned back to the party, shrugged his shoulders hard and walked back into the crowd. Clark took another sip of his beer and wondered what had happened. He could 'see' more, or listen in, but somehow the idea held no appeal.

Sun down and the air was still hot, still sticky…the heat worked on him, the drone of music, the drone of insects lulled him, and he settled back against the tree behind him. He closed his eyes and let the gentle hum of the earth sing to him.

7
"Hey…"

He opened his eyes, smiled, and the face hanging over his changed, from concern to…something else. "Hey back," he responded sleepily, his hand sliding up under his tee shirt, his back arching a little like it did whenever he woke at home—oh. He was outside. Gosh…he wondered how long he'd been asleep. He yawned and sat up. "I'm okay, I just dozed off a little, I guess. Everyone still here?"

Whit blinked, licked at his lip and shrugged. "Must not have been asleep very long, most are still here--Pete's still here, and he's looking for you." Whit smiled at Clark's grimace. "He's not mad, he's just worried. Jason left…" Whit looked away. "Billy's here and Roger's still here, being an asshole."

Clark leaned up on an elbow. "Some times I get the feeling…is what I think's happening with those two really happening?"

Whit gazed at him, his eyes fading from warm to cool, distanced. "If you mean what I think you mean—probably. Bother you, Kent? I mean, besides the fact Billy's a fucking idiot."

Clark felt a little spark of anger for Billy, who as far as he could see was shouldering the burden of Atlas and doing it with grace, while Rog ran around like a fucking Pekinese in heat. "So's Jason then," he said and had that moment of clarity, the one in which the brain does a double take, smacks itself in the frontal lobes and yells, '*tell* me you did not just say that out loud? I'm connected to such an asshole'….

Whit huffed, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing—nothing, I—I—nothing." Clark looked down, anything to get away from Whit's blazing eyes.

Whit pointed at Clark, said forcefully, "Look, Jay's a friend who's going through hard times; I don’t need you making it worse. You don’t understand what the deal is so just--shut the fuck up."

"Whit, I'm sorry, you're right, just…let me ask you one thing, please."

"What?" he growled. "Make it good Kent, you only get one."

Clark took a deep breath, and asked, "Why did you keep them from sticking me up in the field?"

Whit looked startled, opened his mouth—closed it. "I didn't…is that how you remember it?" He shook his head. "It wasn't me. But…I wish it had been. And I'm sorry. That was such a fucked up time. I'd just…found out something about myself. And tried to take it out on you."

Clark remembered shivering from reaction, from the green stone of Lana's necklace, the green stone that made him so sick. Whit's hands, hot and rough on his neck, the chain dragging across his chest, being fastened, Whit's fingers in his hair, feeling the pull, and then…Jason behind Whit's shoulder, looking horrified, sick. Clark blinked. He'd forgotten about Jason, forgot he was there. Jason was the one who'd stopped Whit and the rest of them…

Whit watched him, his eyes darted back and forth like he was reading him—he bent close, Clark thought he was going to tell him something else and then, his hand was on his neck, hot, and rough, he pulled until they were mouth to mouth. Clark was so startled that he let Whit lead him, ingrained habit making him give with a pull or push…for long seconds Whit pressed his lips against his, and Clark's mouth was stiff under his and then…he let it happen, let Whit's lips nudge his open, let a boy's tongue into his mouth and let it touch, slide over his, lick against his teeth, slip over the roof of his mouth, let the tip of Whit's tongue flick against his until he had to suck on it, to make it stop. The moaning noise vibrating against his lips he realized came from himself, he was making that noise, and pressing his chest against Whit's and locking his hands around his hips…Whit pulled back with a gasp.

"Fuck, I'd get so jealous of Lana sometimes I could hardly stand it…Clark." He pressed his forehead against Clark's neck, and Clark's hand automatically went up and cradled his head. The feeling sweeping him was…oddly protective. Whit felt nice against him. Clark slid his fingers into his thick blonde hair…he inhaled, and the scent of clean and fresh and underneath a hint of salt and musk filled his nose. Whit smelled good…felt good. Whit's broad hard body against his felt right, fit in all the right places…Clark squirmed against Whit, felt the quick brush of cock against cock and froze. This was it…he could…Whit might…but everything would be different, everything—oh shit, Pete! "Oh my gosh—Pete, he's looking for me…"

Whit pulled back with a wry smile. He brushed his fingertips over Clark's cheek and said, "Okay, let's go find him…wait." He pressed his lips against Clark's cheek, lingering there until Clark closed his eyes and sighed. "Let me…" Whit straightened Clark's clothes, combed his fingers through Clark's hair. "There. You look a little less like you've been molested in the woods."

Clark laughed--a shocked little gasp of sound. "…sounds like a poem. 'I stand molested in a yellow wood'…"

"You're deeply an asshole, Kent. Don’t try to make me laugh." But he was smiling, just like he did at Jason's crappy jokes. Clark felt like he was holding a sun inside.


Okay, so….Pete was pissed off. Really, *really* pissed off. Pissed of like on a scale of one to ten, he wanted Clark's head on a platter with celery shoved in every orifice left after the beheading. Clark knew this because Pete told him so. "You—you fell *asleep*? You--I was worried about you, I thought you got drunk and fell down somewhere and I've been looking for you—I could have been getting laid—laid, you hear me? But no—you came first. Mother-fucker."

"Awww," Clark threw his arms around Pete and hugged him hard, lifting him off his feet and swinging him around, ignoring sputtered curses. "I love you too, Little Prince."

"Yeah, fuck you Kent get off." He pushed Clark hard and Clark let himself fly backward onto the lawn, laughing—made Pete laugh with him.

They stayed that night, at the Fordman's along with a bunch of the other party-goers. Billy took Roger and his brand new girlfriend home, Jason left shortly after and offered to give Lana a ride and finally, it was quiet.

Clark found Whit on the porch steps, hands dangling between his knees, clutching a beer. There was a distant look on his face. He didn't turn towards Clark, just said softly, "Tomorrow I'll act like this never happened."

Clark felt a sharp tug of frustration--anger. "Is that what you do? Cheat on Jason and pretend like it never happened? You think that absolves you or something?"

Whit didn't react to the jab at all; he still looked distant, calm. "Jason loves me…" he shrugged."He needs me. He needs someplace that he can feel safe in." he looked up at Clark. "He's going away to college in the fall…I'll still be here."

Clark stared at him before shaking his head and walking away. He was not going to be that person, he was better than that. Whit could fuck himself.

part6

TBC

Comments

[norwich36.livejournal.com]

I completely *love* all the hints about the complexity of Whit's relationship with Jason--as well as the revelation that Jason was the one who stopped the scarecrowing of Clark. He's such an interesting character, even hanging in the background.

(Fixated? Who, me? Um, the Clark/Whitney stuff was hot too, of course!)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

lol!! Sure, sure--we know where you're coming from! Man, Jason is really grabbing center stage. I just let him do what he wants. *G*

[myownghost.livejournal.com]

interesting that jason was horrified by the scarecrow incident. and that whit has the hots for clark!

the "little prince" line made me grin. *g*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Hee! thanks! I thought it would be interesting to have Clark wanting to remember that is was Whit who saved him, and be surprised that it was Jason, who does have reasons to be horrified by abuse like that.

I stand molested in a yellow wood'…

[ender24]

girl, you need to write that poem full out!

and really how much do I like Lana here!
she is really great!

now whit and jay and clarkie bear....hmmmm...

Re: I stand molested in a yellow wood'…

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

LOL!

Lana will be back, and I hopw, still likable.

[tabaqui]

Ah, man. I wish Clark would talk to Billy, try and be his friend. I hate it when people *see* someone in need of support of help and just kind of go 'oh, well, not my business!'
Bah!

Loved the kiss, of course, loved Clark finally speaking up and Lana, too.
Wheeeeeee!
:)
*bounce*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

It's pretty much the human way...but I thought the same way you did. 'Course what Clark did end up doing wasn't exactly what I was thinking he should do...there's a reason folks used to call him the Big Dumb Alien. *G*

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

Now, roxy, I was under the impression there would mild angst in this lovely story.

Honey, this ain't mild, this is heavy. *folds arms sternly* Now, you know what you have to do, don't you? You gotta get those three boys in bed with each other and write us a happy, smutty ending. :)

Oh, Jason, how I love thee. Everybody should write hot!Jason, it should be compulsory.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heavy? Naaaah!

I'm so tempted to write a threesome, I tell you, I really am! *G*

But Clark's an innocent boy--I wanted to get him laid this summer, not explode his brains, ha!

[aloneindarknes7.livejournal.com]

Oh wonderful update! And I think this is the first fic that I like Lana, because she's here for all of two minutes and is then gone. So that works well! Also, love the interaction between Clark and Pete. 'Little Prince' made me laugh out loud!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

well...*koff* she'll be back...but she'll be well behaved! *G*

[lapetite-kiki.livejournal.com]

Interesting part!
Great kiss!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Thank you so very much! *hug*

[twinsarein.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. Clark asleep under the tree, waking up with a stretch and a scratch...I can just imagine how Whitney was looking at him. The kiss was delicious. The conversation Clark had with Lana and Whitney were wonderfully done as well, and I'm enjoying the friendship between Clark and Pete - you're developing it so much better than the show did.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*blushes* Thanks so much--you're very kind! :)