Helping Hands
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,286
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Helping Hands 2
The only thing that is more revitalizing than a good rest after sex is waking up to a light evening breeze in the spring. Something about the smell of plants starting their cycle of life positively feeds the soul. This was Clark's gentle awakening from a slumber more satisfying than he could have imagined. Sexual and emotional release had unburdened him, and for the first time in quite a while, he'd slept - really slept.
Eyes still narrow with the fog of slumber, he yawned deeply and blinked up at the dull toned ceiling. The days were growing longer and at six in the evening there was still plenty enough light in the room to remind Clark that he had chores to be done. Chores! Crap! What time was it? His eyes started open and he sat forward on his elbows. Then it started coming back to him.
Where was Lex? Clark was obviously alone. He pulled himself upright and looked around. His were the only clothes strewn about the floor and bed. He and yawned again and stretcheck ock out onto the musty sheets. Staring at the ceiling, still a bit confused, he worked at piecing together how long he'd been asleep, what he and Lex had done, what had been said. It all seemed so remote. Glancing around at the airplane clock on the night table he began to question whether he'd been out for hours or for weeks.
Suddenly he swallowed hard and breathed out as if punched in the gut. Had he really held Lex and cried? Oh my GOD! His brow furrowed. The intensity of the moment was beginning to floodk. k. But now he was experiencing it with a good deal more embarassment than before. The scene started to play over and over in his mind. "I love you, Lex." It was clanging around in the pit of his stomach like a gym shoe in a dryer. "I love you, Lex". Every time he heard the words the volume seemed to notch up ever so slightly. "I love you, Lex." Holy CRAP.
CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!
How the hell was he ever going to face that guy again?! He had to think. The thing of as tas that he really did love Lex. He knew that. This was his friend. That wasn't the what was eating at him. It was his skewed recollection of those moments. He'd nearly drowned in a tidal wave of passions. His young mind struggled now to process rationally these phenomena of the human condition. His mind, body and soul had been allowed to run unfettered. He had broken boundaries. And as is always true, freedom had come at a price.
And then somng hng happened. Something came back to him that turned it all around. Lust. As Clark lay backtracking the events of the afternoon he began to feel that tingle. A minute surge gripped him, tugged at his crotch, pushed the shame to the side. It had to be explored. It was that cracked door you come upon in the dark, leaking warm light into the hall, the door behind which lurks the promise of something wicked and inviting. He had stumbled again upon that place that exists somewhere between the body and the mind and which manages to rule them both.
The train of shame had been derailed. No longer did his tearful cries echo in his mind. His lips pursed and unpursed and he wetted them with his tongue. Now before his mind's eye was the smiling face of his friend, laying on the bed beside him. Such comfort he suddenly felt thinking about that smile. Comfort and excitement. He did love Lex. And now that fraternal love was in danger of becoming confused by the quaking he felt beneath these sheets. Suddenly he wanted to be touching Lex's face. As his eyes closed he imagined the firm grip of that man's hand on his now erect member. He was losing himself again.
The moment was shattered by the phone. Clark sat forward again and looked at the receiver on the desk. He debated letting it ring but it might be one of his parents. He hated this interruption but he hated lying to his folks worse and didn't want to chance having to explain why he wasn't home for the call.
He rolled of the bed and stepped to the desk. "Hello? Hey." His heart skipped a beat. It was Lex. He was brief but not urgent. Nothing negative in his tone. Just to the point. Clark agreed to come to the mansion and that was that.
He was excited. More excited than he knew he could be about seeing his friend after what had happened. The fear he felt about an impending encounter had immediately been vanquished by Lex making the first move. It would be alright. He knew that now. Clark dressed quickly and headed out the door.
Eyes still narrow with the fog of slumber, he yawned deeply and blinked up at the dull toned ceiling. The days were growing longer and at six in the evening there was still plenty enough light in the room to remind Clark that he had chores to be done. Chores! Crap! What time was it? His eyes started open and he sat forward on his elbows. Then it started coming back to him.
Where was Lex? Clark was obviously alone. He pulled himself upright and looked around. His were the only clothes strewn about the floor and bed. He and yawned again and stretcheck ock out onto the musty sheets. Staring at the ceiling, still a bit confused, he worked at piecing together how long he'd been asleep, what he and Lex had done, what had been said. It all seemed so remote. Glancing around at the airplane clock on the night table he began to question whether he'd been out for hours or for weeks.
Suddenly he swallowed hard and breathed out as if punched in the gut. Had he really held Lex and cried? Oh my GOD! His brow furrowed. The intensity of the moment was beginning to floodk. k. But now he was experiencing it with a good deal more embarassment than before. The scene started to play over and over in his mind. "I love you, Lex." It was clanging around in the pit of his stomach like a gym shoe in a dryer. "I love you, Lex". Every time he heard the words the volume seemed to notch up ever so slightly. "I love you, Lex." Holy CRAP.
CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!
How the hell was he ever going to face that guy again?! He had to think. The thing of as tas that he really did love Lex. He knew that. This was his friend. That wasn't the what was eating at him. It was his skewed recollection of those moments. He'd nearly drowned in a tidal wave of passions. His young mind struggled now to process rationally these phenomena of the human condition. His mind, body and soul had been allowed to run unfettered. He had broken boundaries. And as is always true, freedom had come at a price.
And then somng hng happened. Something came back to him that turned it all around. Lust. As Clark lay backtracking the events of the afternoon he began to feel that tingle. A minute surge gripped him, tugged at his crotch, pushed the shame to the side. It had to be explored. It was that cracked door you come upon in the dark, leaking warm light into the hall, the door behind which lurks the promise of something wicked and inviting. He had stumbled again upon that place that exists somewhere between the body and the mind and which manages to rule them both.
The train of shame had been derailed. No longer did his tearful cries echo in his mind. His lips pursed and unpursed and he wetted them with his tongue. Now before his mind's eye was the smiling face of his friend, laying on the bed beside him. Such comfort he suddenly felt thinking about that smile. Comfort and excitement. He did love Lex. And now that fraternal love was in danger of becoming confused by the quaking he felt beneath these sheets. Suddenly he wanted to be touching Lex's face. As his eyes closed he imagined the firm grip of that man's hand on his now erect member. He was losing himself again.
The moment was shattered by the phone. Clark sat forward again and looked at the receiver on the desk. He debated letting it ring but it might be one of his parents. He hated this interruption but he hated lying to his folks worse and didn't want to chance having to explain why he wasn't home for the call.
He rolled of the bed and stepped to the desk. "Hello? Hey." His heart skipped a beat. It was Lex. He was brief but not urgent. Nothing negative in his tone. Just to the point. Clark agreed to come to the mansion and that was that.
He was excited. More excited than he knew he could be about seeing his friend after what had happened. The fear he felt about an impending encounter had immediately been vanquished by Lex making the first move. It would be alright. He knew that now. Clark dressed quickly and headed out the door.