There were many times Clark thought he might die of embarrassment. Once, in the 7th grade, he worked up the courage to ask Lana to the Christmas carnival. They were in the cafeteria and she was sitting with a group of her friends. When he got close to their table, he suddenly got lightheaded, took a step a back, tripped over another student, fell backward, broke a table, and ended up covered in mashed potatoes and chocolate milk.
There was the time, in the fifth grade, Pete's mom walked in on them watching porn.
And just last week his mother had surprised him in his fortress and even though he managed to use his speed to pull up his pants and stash the lotion and tissues, the blush that stretched well past his hairline told her everything she needed to know.
In all of those instances he only thought embarrassment would kill him. But now, as the first strains of "I'm Too Sexy" started to play, he actively prayed for death. He concentrated really hard and half hoped that he had a heretofore undiscovered ability to spontaneously combust. When he opened his eyes, though, he was still in the Talon, he'd still lost a bet, and Pete was still going to pay for this. ********
When Lex walked into the coffeehouse he was sure he couldn't be seeing what he thought he was seeing. Clark Kent, shy, secretive, innocent, Clark Kent, the same Clark Kent Lex had spent the better part of two years decidedly not molesting--that same Clark Kent was naked from the waist down and slowly working his belt from its loops, all while some awful song Lex vaguely remembered hearing in a club blared from the Talon's sound system, barely audible over the crowd's cheers.
Lex knew what he should do. He should put a stop to this, should grab Clark, cover him up, and get him out of there. He should stop Clark from doing something he was sure the boy would regret. Instead, though, he found himself rooted to the spot, transfixed. "Do it," he whispered as Clark dropped his belt to the floor and start on the zipper.
At the moment, as if he could hear him above all the noise, Clark looked up and their eyes met. For a split second Lex thought he saw something, something older and wilder and more knowing in Clark's eyes. The next second, though, it was gone and so was Clark. He'd snatched up his clothes and raced out of the Talon without a word, leaving Lex, and, if the loud "boos" were any indication, the coffeehouse crowd, very disappointed. **************
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Part 1
Date: 2009-05-09 03:05 am (UTC)There was the time, in the fifth grade, Pete's mom walked in on them watching porn.
And just last week his mother had surprised him in his fortress and even though he managed to use his speed to pull up his pants and stash the lotion and tissues, the blush that stretched well past his hairline told her everything she needed to know.
In all of those instances he only thought embarrassment would kill him. But now, as the first strains of "I'm Too Sexy" started to play, he actively prayed for death. He concentrated really hard and half hoped that he had a heretofore undiscovered ability to spontaneously combust. When he opened his eyes, though, he was still in the Talon, he'd still lost a bet, and Pete was still going to pay for this.
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When Lex walked into the coffeehouse he was sure he couldn't be seeing what he thought he was seeing. Clark Kent, shy, secretive, innocent, Clark Kent, the same Clark Kent Lex had spent the better part of two years decidedly not molesting--that same Clark Kent was naked from the waist down and slowly working his belt from its loops, all while some awful song Lex vaguely remembered hearing in a club blared from the Talon's sound system, barely audible over the crowd's cheers.
Lex knew what he should do. He should put a stop to this, should grab Clark, cover him up, and get him out of there. He should stop Clark from doing something he was sure the boy would regret. Instead, though, he found himself rooted to the spot, transfixed. "Do it," he whispered as Clark dropped his belt to the floor and start on the zipper.
At the moment, as if he could hear him above all the noise, Clark looked up and their eyes met. For a split second Lex thought he saw something, something older and wilder and more knowing in Clark's eyes. The next second, though, it was gone and so was Clark. He'd snatched up his clothes and raced out of the Talon without a word, leaving Lex, and, if the loud "boos" were any indication, the coffeehouse crowd, very disappointed.
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