Exiled:Moving Right Along
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roxySo,LJ is the hell tonight. It's so slow, I've given up, and decided to post a bit of story since I can't read.*pout*
In this part, we find out that I'm really evil, and no one in my universe has sex without suffering horribly for having had it. Which, heh! funny, cause it's almost my favorite thing in all the world. (it would be *the* favorite but Scrubs...you know.)
Here be ye previous parts, packaged for your convenience:
Exiled
They avoided speaking about the botched evening the next few days.
Lex snorted to himself as he watched Bruce go about his business without a word, without eye contact. We’re the kings of denial. Lex didn’t go out of his way to avoid Bruce, it would have been too much like admitting he had been an asshole, but he kept quiet, and avoided being in his presence for a few days.
Saturday evening, and Lex and Bruce were finally speaking again. Lex let Bruce know that there was no way in hell that he was going to be working on factory stats with him, so they were in the newly appointed entertainment room. Bruce was sullenly hooking up the equipment while Lex helpfully read directions and gave advice, curled up on the huge leather sectional sofa he ‘d ordered with a heart full of hope.
The phone rang, and it was Clark. Lex struggled to keep the grin off his face as he listened.
“Hey Lex! I was wondering if the invite still stands to watch movies—I understand if you’re too busy.”
“Come on over, Clark. I’d be glad to have you. I’m really bored right now, just sitting here by myself--”
Bruce’s head jerked out from around the stack of audio equipment he was connecting and glared at Lex, who smiled smugly back at him.
“Great then, Lex, I’ll be over in a little while,” Clark replied.
“Terrific, Clark,” Lex smiled to himself as he hung up and then snapped at Bruce. “Aren’t you done yet?”
Bruce stood up and leveled a long, blank stare at Lex.
“Completely.” And he left the room.
Um. That might have been a bit harsh, he thought, and squirmed under a prick of conscious. He pushed it down and thought about Clark instead—he had everything he needed for a great evening, his setup was ready, and movies unpacked and in their spots. He only had to call down to the kitchen and have some snacks sent up-- it was going t o be a good night.
Clark was having a great time.It was fun to watch movies with Lex, and he was even better than Chloe at playing the dialogue dubbing game. Lex was sarcastic and quick, and Clark thought he was sophisticated, and really nice. Nice enough to spend a Friday evening with a middle-class high schooler instead of other…super rich people.
And rich hardly began to describe it...this room alone was beyond amazing—Lex had one hell of a set up, a plasma screen TV bigger than his whole bedroom, and the newest game system, and speakers he’d sell his granny for if he had one…He blushed a little and grinned.
Lex caught the blush and wondered what Clark was thinking about. He hoped it meant that he was enjoying this as much as he was. He drank in the sight of the boy spread loose –limbed all over his side of the sofa.God help him—it was worth every bit of the fortune he spent for the damn thing.
Clark’s t-shirt rode up a bit when he twisted to grab a handful of chips from the bowl on the table, and exposed a tan and very fit abdomen—farm life was good to Clark, Lex thought,with a grin.
Clark rolled off the sofa and dropped to the floor. He crawled across the carpet to where Lex had the movies carefully arrayed in alphabetical order and lay on his stomach as he examined the titles. Lex let the tiniest whisper of a groan float out between his clenched teeth and adjusted his suddenly too tight jeans.
Clark's jeans had slid down enough for Lex to see a little triangle of wispy soft looking hair on Clark’s lower back—it was begging to be touched—his breath caught in his throat when Clark wriggled against the soft carpet, and he was trying to hide an erection when Clark rolled over on his back, looked between his legs at him and waved his choice. “Hey, how about this, Lex?”
Oh. God. Yes. “Ah— sure—ah…what is it?” He licked lips gone dry and tried for a ‘we’re just chums here’ grin. Lex rearranged himself and pulled a pillow into his lap as Clark set up the movie. He turned to Lex with a brilliant smile and started to speak, and then –stopped. His mouth hung open just a bit, and his eyes were locked over Lex’s shoulder. Lex turned slowly around.
Bruce. Standing in the doorway.
With a towel, and a tight—it had to be a swimsuit, could be paint, Lex thought as his eyes wandered over to the metal sculpture in the corner and he wondered if he could kill Bruce with it before Clark stopped him. He knew Clark would stop him because he was a good person, and because he might as well have been licking the goddamn rug, his tongue was hanging out so far.
Oh, yes. He was going to kill Bruce at the first available opportunity. Anger gave him an instant headache, he was getting a stomachache, and a lump in his throat that he couldn’t swallow. He looked at Bruce with has much anger as he could muster, but he was afraid the hurt showed on his face.
He looked at Clark, and looked back at Bruce, who had the strangest expression on his face, an almost crumbled, kind of sad look that washed away when he caught Lex looking at him. He drew his head back a bit and –sneered.
Lex felt a bolt go through his chest. Bruce was trying to hurt him?
“Clark, I need a little competition in the pool. Do you swim?” He smiled at Clark, and Clark nearly smacked into Lex, leaping to his feet.
“Oh, yes, I’m pretty good too,” He stopped and blushed. “I’m not trying to brag—sorry that really sounded conceited.” He looked flustered and Bruce laughed. “I like a person with confidence. Let people know what you can do, right Lex?”
Lex’s mouth opened and closed and he just nodded, all power of speech robbed by Bruce’s betrayal. The world had been turned upside down. Bruce didn’t do hurtful things to him, it wasn’t –Bruce loved him…
He watched Clark almost run after Bruce, and thought about the concept of karma, and the art of retribution.
tbc,whoo-whoo!
In this part, we find out that I'm really evil, and no one in my universe has sex without suffering horribly for having had it. Which, heh! funny, cause it's almost my favorite thing in all the world. (it would be *the* favorite but Scrubs...you know.)
Here be ye previous parts, packaged for your convenience:
Exiled
They avoided speaking about the botched evening the next few days.
Lex snorted to himself as he watched Bruce go about his business without a word, without eye contact. We’re the kings of denial. Lex didn’t go out of his way to avoid Bruce, it would have been too much like admitting he had been an asshole, but he kept quiet, and avoided being in his presence for a few days.
Saturday evening, and Lex and Bruce were finally speaking again. Lex let Bruce know that there was no way in hell that he was going to be working on factory stats with him, so they were in the newly appointed entertainment room. Bruce was sullenly hooking up the equipment while Lex helpfully read directions and gave advice, curled up on the huge leather sectional sofa he ‘d ordered with a heart full of hope.
The phone rang, and it was Clark. Lex struggled to keep the grin off his face as he listened.
“Hey Lex! I was wondering if the invite still stands to watch movies—I understand if you’re too busy.”
“Come on over, Clark. I’d be glad to have you. I’m really bored right now, just sitting here by myself--”
Bruce’s head jerked out from around the stack of audio equipment he was connecting and glared at Lex, who smiled smugly back at him.
“Great then, Lex, I’ll be over in a little while,” Clark replied.
“Terrific, Clark,” Lex smiled to himself as he hung up and then snapped at Bruce. “Aren’t you done yet?”
Bruce stood up and leveled a long, blank stare at Lex.
“Completely.” And he left the room.
Um. That might have been a bit harsh, he thought, and squirmed under a prick of conscious. He pushed it down and thought about Clark instead—he had everything he needed for a great evening, his setup was ready, and movies unpacked and in their spots. He only had to call down to the kitchen and have some snacks sent up-- it was going t o be a good night.
Clark was having a great time.It was fun to watch movies with Lex, and he was even better than Chloe at playing the dialogue dubbing game. Lex was sarcastic and quick, and Clark thought he was sophisticated, and really nice. Nice enough to spend a Friday evening with a middle-class high schooler instead of other…super rich people.
And rich hardly began to describe it...this room alone was beyond amazing—Lex had one hell of a set up, a plasma screen TV bigger than his whole bedroom, and the newest game system, and speakers he’d sell his granny for if he had one…He blushed a little and grinned.
Lex caught the blush and wondered what Clark was thinking about. He hoped it meant that he was enjoying this as much as he was. He drank in the sight of the boy spread loose –limbed all over his side of the sofa.God help him—it was worth every bit of the fortune he spent for the damn thing.
Clark’s t-shirt rode up a bit when he twisted to grab a handful of chips from the bowl on the table, and exposed a tan and very fit abdomen—farm life was good to Clark, Lex thought,with a grin.
Clark rolled off the sofa and dropped to the floor. He crawled across the carpet to where Lex had the movies carefully arrayed in alphabetical order and lay on his stomach as he examined the titles. Lex let the tiniest whisper of a groan float out between his clenched teeth and adjusted his suddenly too tight jeans.
Clark's jeans had slid down enough for Lex to see a little triangle of wispy soft looking hair on Clark’s lower back—it was begging to be touched—his breath caught in his throat when Clark wriggled against the soft carpet, and he was trying to hide an erection when Clark rolled over on his back, looked between his legs at him and waved his choice. “Hey, how about this, Lex?”
Oh. God. Yes. “Ah— sure—ah…what is it?” He licked lips gone dry and tried for a ‘we’re just chums here’ grin. Lex rearranged himself and pulled a pillow into his lap as Clark set up the movie. He turned to Lex with a brilliant smile and started to speak, and then –stopped. His mouth hung open just a bit, and his eyes were locked over Lex’s shoulder. Lex turned slowly around.
Bruce. Standing in the doorway.
With a towel, and a tight—it had to be a swimsuit, could be paint, Lex thought as his eyes wandered over to the metal sculpture in the corner and he wondered if he could kill Bruce with it before Clark stopped him. He knew Clark would stop him because he was a good person, and because he might as well have been licking the goddamn rug, his tongue was hanging out so far.
Oh, yes. He was going to kill Bruce at the first available opportunity. Anger gave him an instant headache, he was getting a stomachache, and a lump in his throat that he couldn’t swallow. He looked at Bruce with has much anger as he could muster, but he was afraid the hurt showed on his face.
He looked at Clark, and looked back at Bruce, who had the strangest expression on his face, an almost crumbled, kind of sad look that washed away when he caught Lex looking at him. He drew his head back a bit and –sneered.
Lex felt a bolt go through his chest. Bruce was trying to hurt him?
“Clark, I need a little competition in the pool. Do you swim?” He smiled at Clark, and Clark nearly smacked into Lex, leaping to his feet.
“Oh, yes, I’m pretty good too,” He stopped and blushed. “I’m not trying to brag—sorry that really sounded conceited.” He looked flustered and Bruce laughed. “I like a person with confidence. Let people know what you can do, right Lex?”
Lex’s mouth opened and closed and he just nodded, all power of speech robbed by Bruce’s betrayal. The world had been turned upside down. Bruce didn’t do hurtful things to him, it wasn’t –Bruce loved him…
He watched Clark almost run after Bruce, and thought about the concept of karma, and the art of retribution.
tbc,whoo-whoo!
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9/7/04 03:42 am (UTC)You are evol, Ms. Thang, just evol!!
*bounce*
And so is Lex, being so mean, and so is BRUCE and Clark all goofy puppy....
Whoot!!!
*bounce bounce*
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9/7/04 06:21 am (UTC)I'm trying hard, it's good to see it's paying off!
*pats your bouncy self*
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9/7/04 01:11 pm (UTC)And oooh, lovely icon!
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9/7/04 02:45 pm (UTC)I also figured hey! Why not shamelessly pimp myself while I'm at it? *snorf*
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9/7/04 02:53 pm (UTC)Neat.
It is fun when you have 'ware like that.
Pimapage is good.
:)
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9/7/04 04:53 am (UTC)Come on, now. You ...
Honestly.
Graaaaaaaaaa!
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9/8/04 12:11 am (UTC)Clark, poor thing is just being ddrug along for the ride!*G*
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9/8/04 12:59 pm (UTC)Exiled
11/9/08 11:21 pm (UTC)Re: Exiled
11/10/08 02:31 am (UTC)How the heck is the Clex going to wind up happening at this rate?
I ask myself that all the time I'm writing. :)
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