ficlet: Fall Far From follow-up
runpunkrun said: I want to know what happens the day after fall far from after Lex accidentally kisses Clark. I seem to recall you had some notes on the subject.
And it turned out I did! Except it's not quite the day after. Close enough for government work, though, I hope.
Clark waits until the hum of Lex's car has faded down the dusty drive and into the clear, still night before he leans back against the couch, closes his eyes and touches himself. His heart hasn't stopped screaming, hysterical and rushed, and he wishes he could convince himself it's his new powers and not something even more terrifying that's making it so tough to breathe.
Lex kissed him. Clark's an alien and Lex kissed him anyway and then ran away like he was worried Clark might throw him across the room or something.
Or something. Clark barely even knows what that means, what his options are, what he could ask Lex to do.
He keeps his eyes shut tight and spreads his legs, rubbing himself between the tight pressure of his zipper and the hard heel of his hand. Maybe Lex would shake his head and smile and push Clark's knees farther apart, pale fingers inching up his thighs.
Clark is 15 and it never seems to take very long.
The way he drives, Lex is probably home already. Clark wonders what he's doing, whether he's changed his clothes, who he's thinking about. Clark should be in bed, he has to be up and at the market early, play the smiling family salesman with a basket full of fresh green apples. But he doesn't want to go in the house, risk his mom and the hall light shining on his stained jeans.
Maybe if he just hangs around the barn in his underwear long enough, Lex will show up again.
And it turned out I did! Except it's not quite the day after. Close enough for government work, though, I hope.
Clark waits until the hum of Lex's car has faded down the dusty drive and into the clear, still night before he leans back against the couch, closes his eyes and touches himself. His heart hasn't stopped screaming, hysterical and rushed, and he wishes he could convince himself it's his new powers and not something even more terrifying that's making it so tough to breathe.
Lex kissed him. Clark's an alien and Lex kissed him anyway and then ran away like he was worried Clark might throw him across the room or something.
Or something. Clark barely even knows what that means, what his options are, what he could ask Lex to do.
He keeps his eyes shut tight and spreads his legs, rubbing himself between the tight pressure of his zipper and the hard heel of his hand. Maybe Lex would shake his head and smile and push Clark's knees farther apart, pale fingers inching up his thighs.
Clark is 15 and it never seems to take very long.
The way he drives, Lex is probably home already. Clark wonders what he's doing, whether he's changed his clothes, who he's thinking about. Clark should be in bed, he has to be up and at the market early, play the smiling family salesman with a basket full of fresh green apples. But he doesn't want to go in the house, risk his mom and the hall light shining on his stained jeans.
Maybe if he just hangs around the barn in his underwear long enough, Lex will show up again.