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roxyTitle: 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, writing about that one summer they spent with Anderson Cooper. Weeeell, not spent *with* so much as kidnapped and duct taped him to their bed…
The first day at the Luthor's castle was pretty adventurous. Gabe came out with them, walking around the place just like the rest of them, kind of awestruck at the incredible waste of funds it represented. "Boys, some day if you work really damn hard…" He started to laugh. "Oh gosh, none of us ever in our wildest dreams will make this kind of money!"
Pete nodded. "This is…unreal. Who'd need to have something like this?" Still, they walked the grounds fascinated, and peered in windows like tourists.
"Doesn't anyone stay here at all?" Greg asked, face pressed against the glass pane of a French door. Clark was about to warn him about the spiders building webs against it, but suddenly they all scurried off that particular pane like they remembered they'd left the gas on at home….Clark blinked. Hunh. That's…odd.
Gabe left them with strict orders not to try to get inside the place, and not to take pictures, and not to even think about bringing girls back to screw in the pool enclosure…they all laughed dutifully because that's what you did when old guys tried to do that male bonding thing. Clark tried to ignore the look Jason and Whit passed between them.
This time they had the mini-dump truck and the riding mowers—Clark was going to be driving the tractor with the tow-behind mower for the meadow. Part of the land was a certified wildlife habitat. Supposedly the son had arranged that. Clark shrugged. It looked like an overgrown field gone to seed to him, but hey, what did he know--Mom would probably get it.
Lunch time rolled around, and even Clark felt a little wiped, somewhat sun overloaded. Jason and Whit left, quelle surprise, and the rest of the crew gathered around the truck with the cooler, passing out the lunches. Billy and Roger took their lunches over to the herb garden steps. Billy looks pissed…I think…
Clark strolled over and plopped down on the tailgate with Pete and Greg. He wolfed down a couple of peanut butter sandwiches, a tuna fish sandwich, half a sub, and Pete and Greg kind of hunched over their own sandwiches, eating fast and watching Clark from the corner of their eyes. It would have been insulting but…he *was* still hungry….
They were lying on the grass listening to Greg drone on and on about his bug collection and suddenly, it seemed to be the right time to ask a question that he'd been thinking about, a lot. Trying to look casual and yet concerned, as one would be if worried about a dear friend, he asked, "Hey, guys…what if you found out one of your um, friends was gay?"
Greg made a disgusted face. "That shit's disgusting! I can't even stand thinking—who is it?" Greg stared at Clark suspiciously and Pete was staring himself.
"Not me!" Clark yelped, and felt like an asshole. And then felt perturbed and maybe a little angry when Pete relaxed and said, "Oh. Well, I don't know. It's a creepy thought, but. What goes on behind closed doors, you know…I guess. But I wouldn’t be doing any double-dating with them, y'know what I mean?"
"No, no, I get that, of course, sure--" Clark said. Fuck you Creamed Corn, I wouldn't go out with you and whatever skank you drag up if you were the last fucking humans on Earth…
He looked past Pete to where Roger and Billy were leaning on the side of the other SL&L truck, wondered at what point in the conversation they'd come up. Roger looked blank as Billy normally did, totally uninterested in anything but shifting a plastic drink straw from one side of his mouth to the other. Billy…Billy was looking right into Clark's eyes, a look flashed over his face like he'd just gotten stabbed. Clark kept his expression neutral by sheer force of will…Roger slowly, casually, curled his shoulder in so that he was slightly turned to the left, away from Billy, and ever so casually continued to move until there was a more than hands width space between the two of them. Clark was surprised at the depth of anger he felt, with himself, with Roger—Clark felt like slapping Roger a lot, at least twice a day. But right now, right now looking at Billy, he wanted to slap the living *shit* out of him. Roger was a faithless little dick…Billy saw him looking. The little twist of his lips was probably supposed to be a carefree smile. He glanced at Roger and back. This time, the smile was a brief flash, shamefaced, but real.
Clark got that you could be in love with someone who was pretty much a constant source of pain. What he didn’t get was the attraction. Personally, he thought it was nuts but…sometimes, maybe you didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Pete drove home pretty much as usual--like a crazy person, whipping the Mustang around every curve and whooping—riding home with Pete made Clark grateful that he was hard to hurt. They made it through all the curves, survived the shortcut through Bob Carter's cornfield—Pete swore it really was a road and Clark explained the difference between a Mustang and a Hummer with carefully applied head slaps. They were almost home and as usual, Pete slowed to the speed limit. He glanced at Clark, and glanced at Clark and glanced at—
"Pete! What is it?"
"I…you…it was you, wasn't it Clark?"
Pete, no, it wasn't me. But if it was...Only what came out of his mouth was "Yeah." 'cause really, he couldn't lie about everything…
"I thought so. I've always felt there was something you were hiding from me." Clark had to bite his tongue to kill a laugh. "I'm kind of hurt—did you think I couldn't handle it? Greg might be a homophobic idiot but me? I love you, man." Pete stuttered, waved a hand around. "I--you know, like a brother, not like that. Not that it's weird or—I mean you're a good looking guy—FUCK me. I mean…"
"Pete, slow down. No, I mean really—slow down!" Pete dropped his foot from the accelerator and Clark sighed in relief. "I understand what you were trying to say in the middle of all that panicking and thanks. I get it. And me too, Little Prince."
They were in Clark's driveway blessedly in one piece, watching the sun set the sky on fire. Clark smiled. The cows were shuffling about, muttering impatiently and waiting for him to come out. In a few minutes, he'd bring them in for the night, feed them—do the normal things he did every night. Normal things, like watching the bats come out for their evening dance, dipping and diving for night insects, and listening to the sleepy cooing and trilling of the doves that lived in the barn rafters, probably bird talk for 'keep away from my nest or I'll fuck you up'. He liked having that stuff in his life, the plain old average stuff….
"I like being out here in the evening, it's so peaceful. I even like the way it smells, you know?" Pete said. He sighed. "Have you told your mom and dad about this?"
"That you like the smell of cow-pooh?" He dodged an elbow with a snicker. "No, not yet. I'm kind of just really dealing with it now myself." Sort of. "I haven't really…done anything about it."
"Oh! So you never? Man, no disrespect but I can’t see it. I could never give up tits. I love tits, man. I love it the way they kind of squish against my chest…I love squeezing them, love the way they fill up my hands...I love when you can feel her nipples getting hard against your palm…it makes me—"
Pete made little grabby hand movements and Clark laid a gentle restraining hand on his arm. "This has gone beyond the realm of guy talk into inappropriate sharing, dude."
"Oh! Sorry man—am I grossing you out?"
"No Pete, far from grossing me out. Really embarrassingly far from it."
Pete looked confused for a moment and then enlightenment dawned. "Oh—Shit. Sorry!" He laughed. "Man, sorry! And yuck, too."
"S'okay, Pete. I liked that stuff too, you know. It's just…I like this other stuff too."
"Hey--maybe you're bi," Pete said, like suddenly that made it a little bit more okay.
Clark shrugged, annoyed. "Maybe. Anyway, I've got a lot of ladies who want my attention right now. See ya tomorrow?"
Pete nodded---and stuck his hand out. "You're my friend, Clarkbar, forever, no matter what—don’t you ever forget that."
Clark beamed, and took Pete's hand. "I hoped so, Pete, and I appreciate that. I really do. My little prince."
Pete snorted, and tore off down the drive in reverse. Fuck, Pete…Dad's going to have a fit.
part 9
TBC
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, writing about that one summer they spent with Anderson Cooper. Weeeell, not spent *with* so much as kidnapped and duct taped him to their bed…
The first day at the Luthor's castle was pretty adventurous. Gabe came out with them, walking around the place just like the rest of them, kind of awestruck at the incredible waste of funds it represented. "Boys, some day if you work really damn hard…" He started to laugh. "Oh gosh, none of us ever in our wildest dreams will make this kind of money!"
Pete nodded. "This is…unreal. Who'd need to have something like this?" Still, they walked the grounds fascinated, and peered in windows like tourists.
"Doesn't anyone stay here at all?" Greg asked, face pressed against the glass pane of a French door. Clark was about to warn him about the spiders building webs against it, but suddenly they all scurried off that particular pane like they remembered they'd left the gas on at home….Clark blinked. Hunh. That's…odd.
Gabe left them with strict orders not to try to get inside the place, and not to take pictures, and not to even think about bringing girls back to screw in the pool enclosure…they all laughed dutifully because that's what you did when old guys tried to do that male bonding thing. Clark tried to ignore the look Jason and Whit passed between them.
This time they had the mini-dump truck and the riding mowers—Clark was going to be driving the tractor with the tow-behind mower for the meadow. Part of the land was a certified wildlife habitat. Supposedly the son had arranged that. Clark shrugged. It looked like an overgrown field gone to seed to him, but hey, what did he know--Mom would probably get it.
Lunch time rolled around, and even Clark felt a little wiped, somewhat sun overloaded. Jason and Whit left, quelle surprise, and the rest of the crew gathered around the truck with the cooler, passing out the lunches. Billy and Roger took their lunches over to the herb garden steps. Billy looks pissed…I think…
Clark strolled over and plopped down on the tailgate with Pete and Greg. He wolfed down a couple of peanut butter sandwiches, a tuna fish sandwich, half a sub, and Pete and Greg kind of hunched over their own sandwiches, eating fast and watching Clark from the corner of their eyes. It would have been insulting but…he *was* still hungry….
They were lying on the grass listening to Greg drone on and on about his bug collection and suddenly, it seemed to be the right time to ask a question that he'd been thinking about, a lot. Trying to look casual and yet concerned, as one would be if worried about a dear friend, he asked, "Hey, guys…what if you found out one of your um, friends was gay?"
Greg made a disgusted face. "That shit's disgusting! I can't even stand thinking—who is it?" Greg stared at Clark suspiciously and Pete was staring himself.
"Not me!" Clark yelped, and felt like an asshole. And then felt perturbed and maybe a little angry when Pete relaxed and said, "Oh. Well, I don't know. It's a creepy thought, but. What goes on behind closed doors, you know…I guess. But I wouldn’t be doing any double-dating with them, y'know what I mean?"
"No, no, I get that, of course, sure--" Clark said. Fuck you Creamed Corn, I wouldn't go out with you and whatever skank you drag up if you were the last fucking humans on Earth…
He looked past Pete to where Roger and Billy were leaning on the side of the other SL&L truck, wondered at what point in the conversation they'd come up. Roger looked blank as Billy normally did, totally uninterested in anything but shifting a plastic drink straw from one side of his mouth to the other. Billy…Billy was looking right into Clark's eyes, a look flashed over his face like he'd just gotten stabbed. Clark kept his expression neutral by sheer force of will…Roger slowly, casually, curled his shoulder in so that he was slightly turned to the left, away from Billy, and ever so casually continued to move until there was a more than hands width space between the two of them. Clark was surprised at the depth of anger he felt, with himself, with Roger—Clark felt like slapping Roger a lot, at least twice a day. But right now, right now looking at Billy, he wanted to slap the living *shit* out of him. Roger was a faithless little dick…Billy saw him looking. The little twist of his lips was probably supposed to be a carefree smile. He glanced at Roger and back. This time, the smile was a brief flash, shamefaced, but real.
Clark got that you could be in love with someone who was pretty much a constant source of pain. What he didn’t get was the attraction. Personally, he thought it was nuts but…sometimes, maybe you didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Pete drove home pretty much as usual--like a crazy person, whipping the Mustang around every curve and whooping—riding home with Pete made Clark grateful that he was hard to hurt. They made it through all the curves, survived the shortcut through Bob Carter's cornfield—Pete swore it really was a road and Clark explained the difference between a Mustang and a Hummer with carefully applied head slaps. They were almost home and as usual, Pete slowed to the speed limit. He glanced at Clark, and glanced at Clark and glanced at—
"Pete! What is it?"
"I…you…it was you, wasn't it Clark?"
Pete, no, it wasn't me. But if it was...Only what came out of his mouth was "Yeah." 'cause really, he couldn't lie about everything…
"I thought so. I've always felt there was something you were hiding from me." Clark had to bite his tongue to kill a laugh. "I'm kind of hurt—did you think I couldn't handle it? Greg might be a homophobic idiot but me? I love you, man." Pete stuttered, waved a hand around. "I--you know, like a brother, not like that. Not that it's weird or—I mean you're a good looking guy—FUCK me. I mean…"
"Pete, slow down. No, I mean really—slow down!" Pete dropped his foot from the accelerator and Clark sighed in relief. "I understand what you were trying to say in the middle of all that panicking and thanks. I get it. And me too, Little Prince."
They were in Clark's driveway blessedly in one piece, watching the sun set the sky on fire. Clark smiled. The cows were shuffling about, muttering impatiently and waiting for him to come out. In a few minutes, he'd bring them in for the night, feed them—do the normal things he did every night. Normal things, like watching the bats come out for their evening dance, dipping and diving for night insects, and listening to the sleepy cooing and trilling of the doves that lived in the barn rafters, probably bird talk for 'keep away from my nest or I'll fuck you up'. He liked having that stuff in his life, the plain old average stuff….
"I like being out here in the evening, it's so peaceful. I even like the way it smells, you know?" Pete said. He sighed. "Have you told your mom and dad about this?"
"That you like the smell of cow-pooh?" He dodged an elbow with a snicker. "No, not yet. I'm kind of just really dealing with it now myself." Sort of. "I haven't really…done anything about it."
"Oh! So you never? Man, no disrespect but I can’t see it. I could never give up tits. I love tits, man. I love it the way they kind of squish against my chest…I love squeezing them, love the way they fill up my hands...I love when you can feel her nipples getting hard against your palm…it makes me—"
Pete made little grabby hand movements and Clark laid a gentle restraining hand on his arm. "This has gone beyond the realm of guy talk into inappropriate sharing, dude."
"Oh! Sorry man—am I grossing you out?"
"No Pete, far from grossing me out. Really embarrassingly far from it."
Pete looked confused for a moment and then enlightenment dawned. "Oh—Shit. Sorry!" He laughed. "Man, sorry! And yuck, too."
"S'okay, Pete. I liked that stuff too, you know. It's just…I like this other stuff too."
"Hey--maybe you're bi," Pete said, like suddenly that made it a little bit more okay.
Clark shrugged, annoyed. "Maybe. Anyway, I've got a lot of ladies who want my attention right now. See ya tomorrow?"
Pete nodded---and stuck his hand out. "You're my friend, Clarkbar, forever, no matter what—don’t you ever forget that."
Clark beamed, and took Pete's hand. "I hoped so, Pete, and I appreciate that. I really do. My little prince."
Pete snorted, and tore off down the drive in reverse. Fuck, Pete…Dad's going to have a fit.
part 9
TBC
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8/6/08 04:45 am (UTC)That whole section for some reason really made me happy. It had just the right tone to it to be Clark thinking it, it was happy and content and hopeful, and just reinforced that there are some "normal" parts in Clark's life. . . and that he recognizes them and appreciates them. *happysigh* Also, this line
Anyway, I've got a lot of ladies who want my attention right now.
made me giggle and want to squeeze that darling boy silly! Oh, I just love your Clark here. And this story is so. . . cool and refreshing, like a breeze reminding me why I read this fandom. Why I worship your writing so much.
Yay, roxy! Great post!!! XD
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8/6/08 05:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/6/08 05:43 am (UTC)I love that Lex made part of the land into a wilderness sanctuary.
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8/6/08 04:58 pm (UTC)hahaha! oh, roxy, i would enjoy it if clark DID fuck him. that's not gonna happen, though. :D
this is a pleasurable chapter. as the others have said, the section in which clark looks at the farm with poetic eyes is lovely.
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8/7/08 03:48 pm (UTC)Thanks so much! Sometimes, the fluff is fun!
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8/6/08 05:59 pm (UTC)*smacks them all*
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8/7/08 08:13 pm (UTC)I've always thought that's what they were saying, too! heehee
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8/13/08 03:57 pm (UTC)I swear, I'm fighting Lex like a crazed person! I'm being stalked, I tell you! *G*
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8/13/08 03:59 pm (UTC)And also, welcome to Story Time!
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