Similis

Falling back spent, Clark lay panting on the blanket as the seething rush finally ebbed, leaving him pleasantly disorientated and dizzy. Vaguely aware of arms around him, he blinked and opened his eyes.



'Well?' Haze smiled lazily down at him. 'How was that?'



Recovering his breath, Clark swallowed shyly, only now noticing that his throat had gone dry. Gazing up at Haze, he didn't have to think it over for long. "Mind-blowing." He admitted.



Leaning in close, Haze pressed a kiss onto his forehead. 'So am I good?'



Lifting his head, Clark returned the favour. "Definitely good."



'Good enough for you to give me a kiss?'



"Me?" Butterflies danced in Clark's stomach. What ought he to do? How did you begin? He started to stress.



‘Just carry on from where we were earlier?' Haze's mental voice suggested in Clark's head, as gentle hands roved over his body.



Clark smiled shyly up at his duplicate. "I don’t really know how." He confessed. "I've never…"



'Then let me show you. I could be your own very personal tutor.'







It occurred to Clark that he seemed to be getting the better end of the deal, in fact Haze had been doing all of the work so far. Was this a hint of sorts? "Am I neglecting you?" He was instantly apologetic.



Haze shook his head. 'Not at all… Carry on…' He waved at Clark insistently. 'It's been good for me too…'



Clark grinned. "So you …?" He lifted a suggestive eyebrow.



'Twice.' Haze confirmed off-handedly. 'And if you manage to maintain this standard, I expect to do so again.' He treated Clark to a wicked smile.



"You … don't mind …?" Clark was confused.



'Why would I mind, Clark? Did you?'



"I'm …" Clark hesitated. What he wanted to say was that he felt like he was leaving Haze out, and being selfish, but that might have given Haze the impression that it had been deliberate.



'Didn't I assure you earlier today that I would tell you if I was in any way unhappy?' Haze asked softly. 'And do you hear me complaining?'



"You did say that," Clark smiled. "And no, I don't hear you complaining."



'Exactly.' The other youth told him. 'Although I feel I ought to admit that I've been mooching by sharing sensation with you.' He added wryly. 'Now, where were we? Ah yes, Kissing Classes. Lesson 1: Establish good body contact.' Hitching his leg up, Haze shifted so that Clark was pressed tight along the full length of his body.



'Point 2: Get your partner close.' Haze eased his arm around under Clark so that Clark's head was resting in the curve of his shoulder.



'Point three: Test your reception.' He gazed down into Clark's eyes, and slowly licked his lips. 'Good preparation… the key to success…' Very deliberately, he closed the gap between them, his lips brushing lightly over Clark's.







If Clark had thought that having Haze nearly touching him earlier was erotic then having Haze actually touching him now was practically fusing his nerve endings.



Slowly and steadily, Haze ran his lips over Clark's, back and forth, until Clark forgot that they were lying on a blanket in a field, or that the world around them even existed at all.



'And last but certainly not least … Always take your time…' Haze suggested, giving Clark a chance to snatch a proper breath. 'You can't rush a good thing.'



The sensation changed, somehow managing to get even better, as the action resumed with Haze tenderly trailing the end of his tongue over the outside of Clark's mouth, tracing the dips and peaks of his lips, and leaving hot moist lines that cooled tantalisingly after the heated tongue passed.



"Haze…" The name slipped out between Clark's parted lips.



'Ah well, perhaps I could lead, just for a little longer … It can be your turn next time…' Haze suggested, as he traced the rim of Clark's open mouth with his tongue.



Clark sighed in pleasure as the tip of Haze's tongue flicked in over his lips. Cuddled tight in Haze's solid embrace, he shuddered in delight, and opened his mouth wider, offering his duplicate unobstructed access. Accepting the invitation, Haze explored the offered territory with exquisite delicacy.



As his mouth was plundered, Clark gasped for breath, accidentally pulling air from Haze. His cock jerked at the sensation of Haze breathing into him. He opened his eyes questioningly, only to find that of course the other understood perfectly. In answer, a hot tongue speared down into his mouth. Haze lifted Clark's head, opening his airway and exhaling deep into him.



'Take it Babe…' Clark felt the presence in his mind urging, while hot hands roamed over his back and shoulders. He was pulled tight under Haze's weight, as the other ground his body down onto Clark's.



It was so good that Clark never wanted it to end. In that minute he wanted to be here forever, with only Haze and nothing else in the universe.







Dizzy, Clark clung to the solid muscular form as Haze breathed for both of them, the long slow thrusts of Haze's hips driving Clark nearly mad with desire. Accompanied by the firm hands caressing his naked back the contact was almost enough to take him over the edge again. Almost. The tiny part of his mind that was still working noted in awe that it was this good already and they still had roughly half their clothes on…



'I want you, Haze…' He thought urgently.



'Want you too Babe, so much…' Came back the immediate reply, while those perfect lips burnt scorching kisses across his flaming cheeks, before latching urgently back on to his mouth.



Clark kissed back for all he was worth, sinking his tongue into Haze's mouth, his fingers closing tight on the fabric of Haze's shirt, and tugging it free from the waist of his jeans. Happily, he slid his fingers up and under the tight material, exploring across Haze's sculptured form. Rubbing their bodies against each other in pure pleasure, the two boys pressed against each other, with not a hair's breadth of space between them. Clark evidently wasn't alone in wanting release.



'Clark … Oh yeah…!' Clark was barely aware of Haze tensing against him, if not for the added benefits of sharing Haze's senses he suspected that he might not otherwise have even noticed, his own body was rocking so strongly with the growing pressure.



Groaning, Haze rolled his hips repeatedly over Clark. His mouth plundering the sweet cavern of his 'twin', as he alternately sucked and licked Clark into total surrender.



For Clark there was only Haze and the hot, hard body that thrust against his, and already he wanted more, much more. He was so needy, so aroused now, that he could have come from the slightest thing and the hand that stole down and caressed his straining cock undid him totally.



Haze hardly had to tighten his cupping fingers before Clark was writhing against his palm and pulsing in hot streams of liquid satisfaction. The heavy breaths that puffed into his open mouth only increased the ferocity of his climax. Somehow he remembered to knead his own palm firmly against the matching bulge in Haze's jeans, helping Haze to jerk off against his hand.







'Let me clean you up a bit?' Haze whispered.



Dazed, Clark opened his eyes wider and blinked. Did that mean? He nodded, not daring to even think it. No, it couldn't, it just couldn't. Could it? But it seemed like it might!



Lifting his hips, he allowed Haze's hand onto the waistband of his boxers so Haze could strip him. Warm hands eased his clothes down, cupped his arse, exposed it, stroked along his thigh teasing the fabric away. The gathered material went taut, tugged down his leg, sliding lower and uncovering his knees, ankles, before finally slipping off over his feet.



Dipping his head, Haze tentatively licked along the crease of Clark's groin.



Clark gasped aloud; hardly able to believe he wasn’t dreaming this…



'Mmmm, delicious, Babe… ' Haze told him. He licked his lips and ran his tongue along the trails of dark hair, easing slightly further down. 'Tastes so good…'



Clark bucked his hips as Haze's tongue traced around the root of his cock. Two large hands locked firmly around his hips, holding him firm.



Taking his time, Haze lapped up the abundance of thick fluid, tongue probing and testing. 'So much…' He whispered in Clark's mind, 'And all for me…'



Clark bit his lip as he tried not to scream, but as Haze licked and sucked, small cries sprang from him, encouraging the other to explore with increasing fervour.







Haze ran the broad flat of his tongue up the length of Clark's rapidly reviving erection, and quickly lapped at the weeping slit. After lightly probing the tiny hole with the very tip of his tongue, he settled himself between Clark's legs, lightly sucking the head of Clark's shaft in and out of his mouth.



Abruptly the steadying hands shifted and Clark groaned at the sudden loss of sensation. Vaguely he registered that Haze was once more stretched out alongside him.



'Oh God, Clark… I've never known anything as hot as this!' Haze murmured admiringly in his mind, hands roaming over him while he kissed him deeply, sharing the taste with Clark. 'You are so, so sexy…'



Too far gone to be concerned, Clark simply looked up at his 'twin' from under his thick lashes. An arm deftly eased under his shoulders, and Haze manoeuvred Clark into a partial embrace. Fingers stroked across his shoulders, and Haze's soft smooth skin rubbed against his cheek. Clark couldn't quite manage to speak, but he lay back against Haze's arm, trembling from rising excitement, and nodded.



'Guess you liked being sucked,' Haze murmured. 'But how do you want me to finish you?' His hand moved smoothly over the affected area. 'Hand, or mouth?'



"Mouth." Clark managed to say, before pressing his lips tightly back together to thwart the impending noises.



'Don't hold back, Clark.' Haze urged him tenderly. 'I like to hear you.' The fingers of his other hand teased round to Clark's chest, circling one budded nipple. 'Go on, Babe! Let it out.'



At the added stimulation, Clark groaned aloud.



'Love the way you sound!' Haze purred in his mind. 'Makes it even better for me when I can hear you getting noisy.' Readjusting his hold, Haze slid his hands down until his palms were cupping Clark's buttocks. Bending closer he ran his tongue up the underside of Clark's length, while pressing the upper surface against the ribbed flesh in the roof of his mouth.



Groaning, Clark dared to glance down to where Haze was once more diligently pleasuring him, and shivered in desire at the heavy-lidded look from his 'twin'.







It was only Haze's weight that kept Clark down on the surface of the blanket. Panting, he began to instinctively thrust into the welcoming moistness of Haze's mouth.



'Okay, Babe…' Haze's warm mental voice reassured him. 'Time to up it a notch.' Deftly, he started to suck Clark harder, taking him in a little deeper on each stroke. 'Easy Babe, I got you… Just let it happen …' He encouraged. 'Go on… Let yourself come … Give me a sweet mouthful …'



Stretched out beneath his 'twin', Clark mewled and writhed, aware now of Haze's hips jerking against his shins and finding it turning him on even more, if that were possible.



That hot wet mouth finally swallowed him right in and deep-throated him, he thrashed from side to side as waves of undiluted ecstasy poured through him and came hard, jerking down Haze's throat and keening at each steady pull, as Haze milked him dry and sucked down every last drop.







The heavy denim of Haze's jeans stretched tighter as the muscles inside rippled. Haze balanced himself and lifted his hips, releasing Clark's mouth and hands so Clark could help set him free of the imprisoning fabric.



Fumbling only a little, Clark undid the fastenings and got to work with both hands, pulling Haze's jeans down over his buttocks, leaving them to hang loose around his thighs.



As Haze knelt up in front of him, Clark began to understand what others saw in him. Shyly he admired the exquisite perfection partly revealed before him, eyes trailing down from the top of Haze's shining hair to the crumpled fabric clinging tight along his muscled thighs. On impulse, he pulled himself into a sitting position and pressed his lips on the warm smooth belly.



'Can't resist me, huh?' Haze laughed warmly in Clark's mind. 'Perfectly understandable…"



Smiling, Clark impulsively blew a soft raspberry against the firm flesh.



'Yeah, Babe, I love you too…' Came the equally happy response.







As he explored his lover, Clark decided that the skin under his lips was utterly fascinating. As he ran his tongue over it the golden flesh twitched and rose into tiny goose bumps. Haze tensed, then actually giggled, albeit soundlessly. He tried to pull clear, but Clark would have none of it. Snapping his arms around his duplicate's waist, he locked Haze into position, and bent to the task of kissing, licking and sucking his way up Haze's right flank, across his chest, paying particular attention to the twin buds of his erect nipples.



At first Haze panted loudly in appreciation while Clark worked on him, but when these were suddenly muffled, Clark pulled back a little, and looked up. What he found left him breathless in admiration. Haze's eyes were closed, head tilted back and to one side, hands fisted on the crumpled edges of the blanket. Wide-eyed, Clark sat back, watching the waves of pleasure flit across the face of his duplicate.



"Haze." He hugged his 'twin', "Get naked… I want to see all of you."



'Sure we're not taking this too fast?' Haze laughed at the expression that Clark gave him, and moved to comply. 'C'mon Babe, lend a hand… I don't seem to be able to concentrate right now…'



"I wonder why?" Clark grinned and grabbing at the ends of the legs, helped Haze wriggle completely out of the constricting denim.







The first touch of flesh on his flesh nearly undid Clark, a fresh wave of bliss rose in him now that both he and Haze were completely naked, and it was only Haze's mind-touch that kept him from passing out at the first instant of contact.



'Close your eyes, Babe. Easy… easy…' The mellow voice centred Clark, soothing him. 'Just my hand… nothing else for now…'



Firm fingers caressed his leg, his hip, moving on to the flat of his belly. Clark jerked upwards, wanting… wanting. Haze's mouth latched back on his. Slowly, meticulously, the hand retraced down, giving him time to adjust while all the while moving in just a little nearer to where Clark so desperately needed it to be.



'Hush…' The rich warmth of Haze's mental voice rumbled through Clark, 'No hurry, Babe, we're going to take everything nice and slow.'



The air on Clark's bare legs felt good: the blanket under him so warm that it was almost like skin, but once he touched the skin under his fingers he found that it had no comparison. Gradually Clark was able to calm a little, heartbeat decreasing to somewhat less than full pelt.



Curious, he let his hand travel, inching over and cupping the curve of Haze's shoulder, tracing down along his biceps, testing and finding the same sensitive patch on the inside of Haze's elbow.



'Keep going…' Haze whispered in his mind. 'Do whatever you want with me.'



Encouraged, Clark continued exploring, his fingers trailing down Haze's forearm, to his wrist. Wrapping his fingers around Haze's, Clark drew the hand towards his own mouth, certain now of where and how Haze would like being touched, confident because this body so exactly matched his own.



True to form, Haze uttered a contented sigh when his finger entered Clark's mouth. Firm suction around Haze's index finger earned Clark a return of the favour. Sensation exploded into his mind as the nerve endings in his finger tip flooded back appreciation of the hot, wet heat.



Withdrawing, Haze lay still for a moment before pulling Clark over and onto him. 'Babe, you catch on quick.' He approved.



Blushing Clark pulled his double down into a searing kiss; intent on showing Haze just how much he had already learned.







They petted lightly again for a while, until Clark's seething hormones and Haze's steady passion caught up with each other. Clark lay on top of his duplicate, pulse pounding, rock hard and needy. From the feel of the iron hard flesh pressing against his leg, Haze was little better.



'Clark?'



Blissed, Clark looked down into welcoming eyes and wondered if this counted as masturbation? That thought brought a slight heat to his face, but no relief to his rigid erection. "Haze?" He answered readily.



'No doubts?'



"Doubts?" Clark echoed.



'About this? About us?' Haze waved an expressive hand. 'Probably isn't the most normal thing to want.'



"What isn't? Wanting to fuck yourself? Sounds normal enough to me." Clark grinned.



From the pulsations happening between them, Haze found that idea as much of a turn on as Clark. 'You won't be fucking yourself, Clark.' He chuckled.



Clark smiled. "No, it'll be better. We'll be able to do things to each other's body that we couldn't do to our own."



That earned him a megawatt smile. 'You've really thought this through then, Babe?'



"Ever since I woke up that first morning with you laying on me, I haven't ever actually stopped thinking about it." Naturally he wouldn't be Clark if he didn't have questions. "Haze?"



'Mmm?'



"Have you ever…"



'Done anything like this before?' Haze guessed.



Clark blushed scarlet at his own presumption. "Yeah."



'I have had some experience.' Haze admitted. 'Not that much, but some.'



"What do you like?" Clark couldn't help but wonder.



'You.' Came the immediate response.



"No, I mean, uhmm do you bottom or top?" He might be a virgin, although hopefully not for much longer, but there was a whole world out there on the Internet, and Clark had quickly discovered slash fiction.



'Babe, right now I'm so horny that I really don't care either way.' Was the honest and immediate response.



Bemused, Clark opened his eyes and glanced at his companion. "I thought you got off before?"



'I did,' Haze assured him. 'but like you, I recover fast.'



"Oh." Clark wasn't really sure how to answer that, or even if he should.



'But as this will be your first time, what’s your fancy?' Haze continued.



"Will you really do anything I want?" Would he? And what did Clark really want? Did he even know?



'Maybe…' Haze ran his lips along Clark's shoulder. 'Depends what you ask me to do.'



"Kiss me again. On the mouth." Clark told him.







That seemed to go down well, and when he came up for air Clark was almost convinced that a few second's more of this sort of attention and steam would start to pour out of his ears. He decided that he was ready to go further.



"This time take me, properly." He whispered, breaking mouth contact to nibble up along Haze's jaw, and nip at his earlobe. "I want to go all the way…"



Haze eased away from him slightly, gauging his emotions. 'You're sure? '



Clark nodded, and lifted his hips urgently. "Never been more sure of anything."



Haze stroked his hands down along Clark's body, 'I do want you. Very much as it happens,' He told him tenderly. 'But I can wait, and I won't rush you into doing anything that you aren't ready for.'



"Haze? If you knew I was ready, what would you do with me?"



'Hold you down Babe.' Haze purred, his lips inches away from Clark's. 'Kiss you and suck until you can't resist, then fuck you slowly and deeply until you can't hold out any longer.'



Jees!!! The iron girder between his legs confirmed Clark's suspicions about his own preferences. They were mirror images in this too.



"Please." He whispered in his duplicate's ear. "Please do it." The idea of being helpless in Haze's arms turned him on so much that he could barely move already.



'Oh no!' Haze lifted his head and stared off into the darkened woods. 'Oh, bloody hell! Not NOW!'







"What?" Bewildered, Clark stared at his 'twin. He'd never known Haze to react like that to anything.



'People!' Even as he was projecting the thought to Clark, Haze let out a hiss of air from between his teeth.



Clark was instantly alert. "Where?"



'Just entering my warning range.' Came the swift answer 'One mile and closing.'



"Shit!" Sitting up fast, Clark scrambled into his clothes.



Giving a heartfelt sigh, Haze pulled himself up into a sitting position. 'Bugger.' He thought, clearly and soulfully.



"No, but nearly…" Clark reminded him, with a grin. "You sure we don't have time?"



Haze sighed lugubriously. 'Nope. They're already a few paces inside the mile and still heading in this direction. When we do this, I really don't want to be rushed… Or inhibited.'



He said 'When' though, not 'if'…



Inwardly Clark rejoiced at that notion, which led him to giggle. "Well, it's not like you're a screamer …" He told Haze, in response to the eyebrow that the other youth was already raising.



Catching him by the shoulders Haze pressed a deep and passionate kiss to Clark's lips. 'But YOU are… and I like it.' He reminded Clark silently.



"Any idea of who's out there?" Clark wondered, as he finished making himself decent, thankful for his inhuman speed and that being invulnerable meant he never needed to worry about rapid zipping. "Or how many?"



'Not yet, I'm good, but not that good. Besides, I'm a bit busy here.' Haze glanced up, pulling his jeans on over his boxers and carefully fastening the zipper. 'Two, I think, but I'm totally guessing.'



Clark decided that faster action was required. "Trust me?"







'I let you put your dick in my mouth, how much more trust do you need?' Came the rapid rejoinder.



"Good point." Clark chuckled. "Anyway, I trusted you with mine too. Plus we were going to do a lot more than that … "



'You're invulnerable, even down there.' Haze pointed out quite reasonably. 'I'm not.'



"True. Not sure how far the invulnerability thing extends though."



'What say we test it thoroughly next time and find out?' The angel gave him a suggestive wink.



"Oh, god, don't!" Clark immediately had to make certain readjustments inside his jeans "I'm getting hard again just thinking about it!"



'So don't. Think about the river.'



"Haze, just how is my thinking about you being naked in that river going to help me stop feeling excited?"



'Cold water?' Haze suggested. 'Lots of it? '



"Mmm ... Maybe." The evidence suggested otherwise. Clark puffed in frustration. "Cold water wasn't much help in the bathroom that morning, remember?"



'Don't remind me!' Haze was pulling his t-shirt on, which left him with socks, boots and shirt buttons still to do.



Too long! Clark blurred into action, and in a few seconds a somewhat disorientated Haze was sitting, slightly dizzy but fully and correctly dressed. The remains of the food were neatly packed away, and the telescope was set up and focussed.



Curious, Haze flicked through the pages of the reference book that had seemed to have suddenly appeared on his lap. 'Neat,' He approved. 'So how come you're constitutionally incapable of tidying the bedroom?'



"'Cause it's 'our' bedroom now, and you're so much better at tidying it than I am." Clark replied.



'Chloe.' Haze announced suddenly.



"Chloe?" Clark looked round.



'Is one of our visitors: I can feel my energy signature on her. The other is…'



"Lana." Clark finished, contributing some information of his own.



'You're getting pretty good with focussing that extra strong vision thing if you can see them through the trees from here.' Haze said admiringly.



Clark shook his head. "Hearing just kicked in. Once I knew it was Chloe out there, I suddenly heard her and Lana chattering."



'Way those two go on, I'm surprised I can't hear them…' Haze smirked at Clark, 'What exactly are they talking about? You focus on them and I'll piggy back your hearing.'



Grinning, Clark obliged.







" … gonna be SO surprised when we turn up!" Chloe was saying.



"I don't know, Chloe. Do you think this is such a good idea? It's awfully dark out here and we don't really know where we're going. Plus I think I'm getting a blister from these boots." Lana sighed. "They looked so comfy in the catalogue."



"Lana, don't be such a wuss!" Chloe's tone was sharp enough to have cut glass. "Mr Kent said they'd be over in the water meadow. It's not much further. All we have to do is follow the path they made walking through here this afternoon, and we can't miss them."



"Ow!" Lana protested. "Apparently I couldn't miss that bit of branch sticking out from this log either."



"Are you hurt?" Chloe actually sounded concerned.



"I don't know. I can't see. You have our torch, Chloe, remember?"



"Eww. That looks nasty, Lana. You'd better sit down and I'll try and stop the bleeding."







Haze looked at Clark. 'I'm going to go fetch them.' He said firmly. 'You want to wait here, or come with?'



"I'll come." Clark decided.



'You sure will, but later, Babe.' Haze gave one of his silent laughs and his shirts dropped to the floor.



"How DO you do that?" Clark looked at the row of buttons still neatly fastened. It wasn’t speed, he already knew that much, what he didn’t know yet was what it actually was.



Haze obviously read the questions in his eyes. 'Magic.' He smiled. 'And practice.' Shivering out his wings the angel held out his arms.



Clark made sure that their campfire was safe, and then accepted the lift.







Five wing beats and they were levelling out above the trees. "Flying this way is so cool!" Clark said softly.



'Good fun.' Haze agreed. 'I reckon the girls are just about…' He paused, angling his body steeply to the right. 'There.'



At that moment a quick flash of torchlight proved Haze's guess correct.



'You'd better call out to them and tell them we're coming. Don't want to cause a panic…' The angel communicated. 'They've done themselves enough damage already.'



"Right." Clark looked down at the ground. "Chloe? Lana?"



"Clark?"



"Stay where you are, we're coming down."



"DOWN?" Chloe's voice rose in pitch.



"If you want to help, then shine the torch on the floor in front of you." Clark relayed. "It's no good shining it in our eyes. Haze has to see to land."



'Well, technically I could just hit the ground - it's kinda hard to miss something that big, even with your eyes shut.' Haze smirked, 'But I'd prefer to make a more professional entrance, especially with an audience.'



'Me too.' Clark assured him.



With a few powerful strokes, Haze set them both down smoothly just beside the girls.







"Hi." Clark looked at the over-excited blonde and decided that, amazingly enough, despite what Chloe had unknowingly interrupted, he was still reasonably pleased to see her.



Wow, does that mean that I'm not totally not-straight? Or … whatever …?



While Clark was trying to figure that out, Haze was bypassing Chloe. Kneeling down in front of Lana, and holding out his hand, he encouraged her to show him her leg. Tearfully, Lana complied.



Few adjustments needed here… Clark realised, and taking Chloe by the hand and acquiring her torch in the process, he directed the beam where it was most needed. Not that having it illuminating Haze's jean-clad arse wasn't a perfectly reasonable way to deploy their battery power in Clark's considered opinion, but still … He decided that there were definitely a few things he and Chloe were in complete agreement about.



The thin fabric of Lana's slacks had ripped under the impact with the end of the branch stub, and there was a long and angry looking gash cutting across her shin.



With Clark standing behind him and shining the torch over Lana while subtly lending his assistance to Haze, the angel very carefully cleaned away as much as he could from the wound, then pressing both palms very gently to either side, he healed the cut from the inside, driving all of the embedded particles out in the process. Sitting back heavily on his heels, he panted with the effort.



"I've got you." Clark promised, settling in closer behind Haze and supporting the other youth's weight. As he wrapped his arms around Haze, Clark could already feel the angel beginning to recover.



'It's so much easier doing that when you're with me…' Haze assured him. 'Makes all the difference in the world. But you don’t want them to know you were helping me, do you?'



'No!' Clark responded earnestly, via their private connection. 'Please Haze, please don't tell them!'



'Okay. It's your call, Clarkster, and I'll respect that, but it still doesn’t feel right.' The angel answered.



'Please! This is how I prefer it …'



Haze's hand subtly gripped his, and Clark knew that they were good.



"That was … marvellous …" Lana said softly. "Thank you, Haze, I really do appreciate it."



The angel waved off the comment, and continued to lean back against Clark.







After only a few minutes Haze felt ready to stand, and both boys were thinking about getting back to their fireside.



"Did you really fly over here?" Chloe was asking. Standing with one arm wrapped over her shoulder, Haze nodded. "But how did you know where to come, or even that we were here?" Naturally Chloe just had to know.



Haze pointed at his ears. He looked down at her and shrugged.



"You mean it? You could hear us from over there?"



"Sheesh, so much for the silent approach." Lana sighed. She got to her feet and carefully tested her leg.



Haze motioned to Clark that one of them should carry Lana, to ensure that nothing else happened.



Too frightened of either dropping Lana or blurting something utterly stupid to her, Clark immediately delegated that task to Haze. "I'll make sure Chloe gets over the log okay." He volunteered. "And I'll take all the bags, that'll make flying easier, won't it?"



Haze nodded, and shrugged, knowing full well what Clark was capable of.







"Uhm, but they're quite bulky, Clark?" Chloe gestured at the backpack that she was carrying. "I bought soda, another thermos of coffee, and two packs of marshmallows for toasting… And then there are our coats and the blankets …"



"Chloe, I'm quite sure I can manage all the gear." Clark promised.



Chloe was unconvinced. "I still think you shouldn't have to carry everything, Clark."



With a grin, Haze signed again.



"Haze says that if I can carry bales of hay, then a couple of cans of soda and some snacks won't be a problem." Clark dutifully relayed. "Oi Haze, don't call me a donkey!"



The gesture that Haze gave needed no further translation. The girls giggled.



"Stop being rude and let's get Lana and Chloe over to the meadow." Clark was already thinking longingly of the campfire, and of putting both lots of marshmallows to good use.



"How many people can you carry at one time, Haze?" Lana wondered. Haze held up one finger, and then held out his arms to her. Giggling, she let him sweep her up into his arms.



The happy squeal Lana gave, as Haze took off, left no doubt as to whether she liked it or not. Clark didn't know whether to be jealous or relieved. And if I were jealous, which one of them would I be jealous of?







"So, Clark." Chloe broke Clark from his reverie. "I don't suppose that you have a set of wings hidden somewhere?"



"Uh, no." Clark felt his normal shyness returning. "But like I said, I can carry the rest of the gear."



"Perfect." Chloe announced. "Then you give me the torch and you can show me the way to the meadow."



Clark wondered how that was going to work, but decided to go along with the plan. It wasn't as if he really needed the torch anyway. As he followed along behind Chloe, he did discover that the excellent view he now had of her shapely rear made up for pretty much any other shortcomings in their current situation. He was also rather glad to find that he still very much appreciated the female form, despite his interest in Haze.



"Uh, we have to go to the left here, Chlo." He advised. "See the log?"



"Log?" Chloe sounded a lot less enthusiastic about that, particularly once she had run the torch over it and gotten a proper look at it.



"If you like, I could leave the bags here for now, and carry you over?" Clark offered. "Only if you want me to?" He added, knowing how fiercely Chloe normally guarded her independence.



Chloe smiled at him. "Oh, that sounds fine. Thanks, Clark." She held out her arms and as soon as he had placed the bags carefully on the floor, he found himself very happily holding a full armful of bubbly blonde.



Negotiating the log was no problem for Clark, even in the dark and with an armful of girl. In fact as he prepared to put Chloe down on the other side, he found himself with a certain amount of reluctance to do so. "I could carry you all the way over to the fire?" He suggested, "Just to make sure that you don’t find any of the potholes in the ground the hard way?"



"Would you?" Chloe giggled. "That's so sweet of you." She tangled her fingers in his hair and leant against him.



Clark strode confidently through the long grasses and set her down on the edge of the blanket. Chloe thought he was sweet. He discovered that he rather liked that.







"I'm just going back for your bags." Clark decided, and although he hadn't consciously intended to, he blurred off and was back before either of the girls had time to even form a comment.



"Wow, you're fast." Chloe approved. "I knew you were fast after I saw you in the Talon, but I had no idea that you could move THAT fast!"



"I can go a lot faster than that." Clark sighed, stretching out on the blanket and wondering when the questions would start.



'Stop worrying.' Haze sent. 'Just distract her. How difficult can it be?'



Rolling over onto his back, Clark stared at his 'twin'. Haze was smiling, and holding a very willing armful of Lana. As Clark watched, Haze slid his hand over the tear in Lana's slacks and made the fabric close up again. Lana seemed particularly appreciative, assuming that the tongue she was using to investigate Haze's ear was anything to go by.



Clark sighed inwardly.



'Want to ride along with me for a while?' Haze offered, from the fringes of his mind.



While Clark was tempted to accept and find out exactly what it felt like from Haze's perspective, the mere the sight of Haze's hands brushing over Lana's bare arm was raising such intense sensations inside him already that he wasn't sure he could cope with anything more, at least not without utterly embarrassing himself. Blushing, Clark looked away, desperately seeking more neutral territory.



"Uhm, Clark." Chloe asked softly.



"Chlo?"



"You're not the only one who's fast apparently." She jerked a thumb in the direction of their two companions.



Lana was currently applying a very diligent lip lock to Haze, and Clark's 'brother' didn't appear to be putting up any noticeable resistance.



"Feeling left out?" Clark grinned.



"A bit." She gave him a sidelong grin. "Why?"



"Oh, I was just thinking back to that evening in the Talon." Clark said hopefully. "When we…"



"Ah, that…" Chloe glanced at him from under her lashes.



"Chloe," Clark stroked one hand over her fabric-clad thigh and listened to the very interesting effect he was having on Chloe's heart rate. "Do you suppose I could possibly interest you in an action replay?"