sv fic post: How I Spent My Summer Vacation part twelve
Title: How I Spent My Summer Vacation part twelve
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/ Whit, Jason/Whit
Rating: nc-17
Summary: All about what Clark learns on his summer job.
I promise, this one is not going to be a year long never-ending WIP.
The previous parts are here, and will now express their joy in life through dance. No…performance art…no-good lord! Quick! Send the children out of the room…and bring back popcorn…
They packed up the truck and Whit called them over. He smiled, a wicked little grin that made Clark grin watching him. "Okay, Gabe said he'd murder us if we got into the pool because that would not be professional. It would be a bad thing, a childish and awful thing. So, you have five minutes to call who you want, limited to SOs and there's beer in the cooler under the front seat of the big truck. And don't pee in the pool." He laughed as the guys whooped and pulled out cell phones. Clark looked over at Pete to see who he was calling-"Chloe, you idiot? Remember who her pop is? Mr. Sign Our Checks, Mr. Keep Your Butts Out Of The Pool?"
Pete waved Clark to silence, his face twisted with irritation. "Chloe's not stupid, besides the boy said S.O. She is my S.O."
"Awww, that's so sweet, Little CCP." At Pete's look, he explained, "Creamed Corn Prince." He had to use a shade of super-speed avoiding Pete, to keep him from breaking toes on his shins.
Sooo…what happened was, a crowd showed up. Kind of a big crowd. More people than could account for SOs-unless everyone was into threesomes…in short order, there was a noisy party in full swing down at the old Luthor manse.
The noise level dropped suddenly. For a long couple of seconds, there was only the sound of water lapping against the pool sides…Clark was seized with an irresistible urge to start a slow clap. He glanced at Pete and from the twitch of his lip, he must have been experiencing the same impulse…instead he whispered in a typical 'they can hear you in space' Pete Ross whisper, "I think we got busted by the Pool Nazi."
The pool guy came over, outrage written all over his face. Whit cursed softly. "Ohhh, shit. It was nice having you, job. I'm going to miss you…God damn."
Jason snorted. "Yeah, sure. Fuck that." He strolled over with a big friendly smile, hands shoved deep in his pockets, it made his shoulders rise, and even though he was taller than the pool guy, he managed to give the impression he wasn't, he appeared to be looking up at the guy through his eyelashes and was so the very picture of innocence that Clark was hard pressed not to throw him down and roll around on him like a Labrador Retriever--I found it and it's mine mine *mine*
"What's up." Jason said. "You work here?"
"You're not supposed to be in the pool-or still on the property. I could call the police-" Clark heard the slight emphasis on 'could', and Jason's smiled even wider.
"Come on over here, and let me talk to you…" He raised an eyebrow in question.
"John," the pool guy said, slightly suspiciously, but with growing interest. Jason threw his arm around John's shoulder and led him towards the back of the pool house, chatting away like a game show host.
Whit seemed concerned-he kept looking toward the dark corner Jason'd led the pool guy to. Clark glanced at Whit, and to the shadowed corner, back at Whit…Oh gosh-Whit thinks-but that's stupid. Jay's not….he wouldn't-ever. Clark glared at Whit. What the hell was wrong with him?
Did Jason *do* that kind of thing?
He was just about to risk chewing Whit out when Jason came strolling back with John, who was all smiles, winking and waving. "Party on, peoples, party on…" He walked back to the house and after a bit, they heard the sound of a truck on its way off the grounds.
Whit huffed, "What did you do to make him change his mind?"
"Shit, I ended up giving that guy like two hundred bucks to shut up about this-the motherfucking shark."
"Oh!" Whit turned a deep red. "Oh," he stammered. "I…"
"What did you-dude! What the fuck, you fucking-fuck! Even though *I* should have gotten a mother fuckin' blow job, as much money as I spent to keep these high school fucks happy."
Whit glanced around, and Clark was a little miffed, or maybe a little bit turned on-shit, he could never tell what it was he was feeling around these guys--when Whit leered at Jason, said, "It could still happen."
"Yeah?" Jason smiled, and pinked a little, glanced shyly away. "Okay."
Clark wished the alien spores would just hurry up and kill him, for God's sake.
The little impromptu party chugged along. Rules where, no one was to go in the house or they died, no one fuck up anything or again, the offending party died, no one vomit or throw a condom in the pool or Jason was sure as hell going to kill a bitch, other than that he didn't give a damn what anyone did. Whit amended that to, "Look, don’t be stupid. You know what being stupid is. Don't make me regret deciding to trust you."
Clark gaped after Whit. Damn…had he just given the Whit version of Dad's "don’t disappoint me" talk?"
Clark didn’t get a chance to talk to Whit or Jason after that, Whit kept dragging Jay off into dark corners, and after a while, it didn't matter…an empty Miller provided the means to play a childhood favorite-spin the bottle. Only not like in those days, the pointed-at-ee had to kiss whoever was the spinner-regardless of gender. And the more liquid and not liquid refreshment was consumed, the more hilarious it got. Or not. Roger had his mouth over Nkki with an I's, kissing like there was no tomorrow, and Clark glanced over at Billy. He was blandly smiling…the sight made Clark want to put his foot into Rog's narrow ass. Boy…just *let* that bottle point at Billy…all fuckin' SV would be talking….
The music made a lovely background to the sound of people hissing and ooooing…Pete swung the bottle and it chittered and chattered on the tile as it swung, pointed at Chloe, who was braving possible life-long grounding by being there with her boyfriend…it swept slowly, majestically past her and finally came to rest… pointed at Clark. Oh *my*, it sounded like George Taki had invaded his mind....
Pete gaped, swallowed a time or two. "Ooookay. Um. Pucker up, Clark."
Clark grinned and scooted across the tiles to sit next to Pete. Right before he kissed Pete, he joked, "So, tongue or no tongue?" Which in retrospect might not have been the smartest thing to do, because as his lips were touching Pete's, Pete's were opening to ask, "what?"
And so it ended up being a kiss with tongue… Clark enjoyed the soft cushiony kiss almost as much as he enjoyed Pete's startled yelp. He was sorely tempted, but he kept it as platonic as a kiss that featured your best friend's tongue practically in your mouth could be.
"Thanks Pete," he grinned as the crowd woowooed and behaved in general like a crowd of seven year olds hyped up on sugar. The bottle swung around and around again, magically pointing out only hetero kisses--until Clark swung the bottle again with a wink and a lascivious lip lick at Pete who laughed uncomfortably.
Critch-crackle-slide…it swung around and wobbled slower and slower and when it stopped, it was pointing at Billy.
There was a long second of non-movement and then Clark shrugged, "My lucky day, I guess." There was a little buzz of speculation, of *course* and I told you so's as he walked over to Billy, knelt on the tiles and touched his mouth to his. And touched. And pressed a little, tried a tentative suck to his lower lip-and Billy groaned, yanked Clark's head down and kissed him like he was made of all the kisses in the world. Billy sucked his lip, top, then bottom, pulled Clark's tongue into his mouth and sucked that, lightly, then more, and more, and then, with a gasp released him--and then jumped right back in. Clark was biting Billy's lower lip, and shoving his tongue deeper into his mouth, licking teeth, the roof of his mouth, touching and feeling everywhere inside. He dimly was aware Billy was in his lap and they were naked chest to naked chest and when Billy shifted in his lap, Clark groaned into his chin as his cock jerked awake and-
"Yo-get a mother-fucking room, girls." Jason was kicking him in the ass. "Go cool off," he said, and pushed them over into the pool. Jason himself was sporting a hideous hicky the size and shape of Texas on his neck so Clark thought his reaction was kind of hypocritical. Whit was staring at him like he was the biggest bastard in the world and personally Clark thought he had a damn nerve-fuck that, Roger deserved it. Billy was red-faced and swimming away from him. Damn it, how fucking much had he screwed up?
Clark ignored the cat-calls and swam to the far side of the pool, pulled himself out. He hid in the pool house, lying down on the floor behind the chaise lounges. Okay, he was acting like a little girl, all twisted up and embarrassed. And… he'd really had no reason for what he did besides being caught up in what everyone else was caught up in. Too much sun, too much to think about, too much sex in the air…he closed his eyes and let himself relax. Eventually it'd be safe to come out…he remembered the feel of Billy's mouth and his cock jerked. Billy was a damn good kisser.
He drifted in and out of sleep, listening to the steady splash of water, the creak of the diving board, laughter…he rolled to his side, and drifted, drifted…slowly a sound he didn’t associate with swimming and parties broke through his sleepy mind.
He opened his eyes and despite the dark could see Jason, chest to one of the pillars supporting the pergola roof. Whit was leaning into him, his chin on Jay's shoulder. He was rocking against him…Jason's arms were folded on the pillar, his cheek to Whit. He was whispering…no barrier to Clark…"I love you inside of me…"
Oh no. He saw…Whit's shorts were barely clinging to his hips…their naked backs were to him and all he could see were the long muscles in Whit's back, flexing, his hips rocked into Jason. "I love fucking you."
Jason tilted his head back and said, "You got hard watching him kiss Rainman's fuckbuddy…you wanted it to be you."
"Don't, Jay-"
"You did. Admit it…you want to own him, fuck his ass, his mouth, like you do me..." Jason began moving in a way that made Whit groan and gasp like he couldn't get air…"you want to see your come dripping off that angelic face, want to see him licking it up, sucking you like candy. And you do taste so good, so good."
"God, yeah-I want to, I want you both-"
Clark curled into a ball, and quietly as he could, rolled under one of the chaise lounges set against the wall. He pressed his palms hard against his ears and found to his surprise that he could hear right through his own maybe invulnerable hands which was interesting, because he kind of thought stuffing his fingers in his ears would work. He worked hard to distract himself from what was going on by doing math in his head, singing nursery rhymes, imagining dead stinking pus oozing rotting things of all sorts and came with Jason anyway….
part 13
TBC
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/ Whit, Jason/Whit
Rating: nc-17
Summary: All about what Clark learns on his summer job.
I promise, this one is not going to be a year long never-ending WIP.
The previous parts are here, and will now express their joy in life through dance. No…performance art…no-good lord! Quick! Send the children out of the room…and bring back popcorn…
They packed up the truck and Whit called them over. He smiled, a wicked little grin that made Clark grin watching him. "Okay, Gabe said he'd murder us if we got into the pool because that would not be professional. It would be a bad thing, a childish and awful thing. So, you have five minutes to call who you want, limited to SOs and there's beer in the cooler under the front seat of the big truck. And don't pee in the pool." He laughed as the guys whooped and pulled out cell phones. Clark looked over at Pete to see who he was calling-"Chloe, you idiot? Remember who her pop is? Mr. Sign Our Checks, Mr. Keep Your Butts Out Of The Pool?"
Pete waved Clark to silence, his face twisted with irritation. "Chloe's not stupid, besides the boy said S.O. She is my S.O."
"Awww, that's so sweet, Little CCP." At Pete's look, he explained, "Creamed Corn Prince." He had to use a shade of super-speed avoiding Pete, to keep him from breaking toes on his shins.
Sooo…what happened was, a crowd showed up. Kind of a big crowd. More people than could account for SOs-unless everyone was into threesomes…in short order, there was a noisy party in full swing down at the old Luthor manse.
The noise level dropped suddenly. For a long couple of seconds, there was only the sound of water lapping against the pool sides…Clark was seized with an irresistible urge to start a slow clap. He glanced at Pete and from the twitch of his lip, he must have been experiencing the same impulse…instead he whispered in a typical 'they can hear you in space' Pete Ross whisper, "I think we got busted by the Pool Nazi."
The pool guy came over, outrage written all over his face. Whit cursed softly. "Ohhh, shit. It was nice having you, job. I'm going to miss you…God damn."
Jason snorted. "Yeah, sure. Fuck that." He strolled over with a big friendly smile, hands shoved deep in his pockets, it made his shoulders rise, and even though he was taller than the pool guy, he managed to give the impression he wasn't, he appeared to be looking up at the guy through his eyelashes and was so the very picture of innocence that Clark was hard pressed not to throw him down and roll around on him like a Labrador Retriever--I found it and it's mine mine *mine*
"What's up." Jason said. "You work here?"
"You're not supposed to be in the pool-or still on the property. I could call the police-" Clark heard the slight emphasis on 'could', and Jason's smiled even wider.
"Come on over here, and let me talk to you…" He raised an eyebrow in question.
"John," the pool guy said, slightly suspiciously, but with growing interest. Jason threw his arm around John's shoulder and led him towards the back of the pool house, chatting away like a game show host.
Whit seemed concerned-he kept looking toward the dark corner Jason'd led the pool guy to. Clark glanced at Whit, and to the shadowed corner, back at Whit…Oh gosh-Whit thinks-but that's stupid. Jay's not….he wouldn't-ever. Clark glared at Whit. What the hell was wrong with him?
Did Jason *do* that kind of thing?
He was just about to risk chewing Whit out when Jason came strolling back with John, who was all smiles, winking and waving. "Party on, peoples, party on…" He walked back to the house and after a bit, they heard the sound of a truck on its way off the grounds.
Whit huffed, "What did you do to make him change his mind?"
"Shit, I ended up giving that guy like two hundred bucks to shut up about this-the motherfucking shark."
"Oh!" Whit turned a deep red. "Oh," he stammered. "I…"
"What did you-dude! What the fuck, you fucking-fuck! Even though *I* should have gotten a mother fuckin' blow job, as much money as I spent to keep these high school fucks happy."
Whit glanced around, and Clark was a little miffed, or maybe a little bit turned on-shit, he could never tell what it was he was feeling around these guys--when Whit leered at Jason, said, "It could still happen."
"Yeah?" Jason smiled, and pinked a little, glanced shyly away. "Okay."
Clark wished the alien spores would just hurry up and kill him, for God's sake.
The little impromptu party chugged along. Rules where, no one was to go in the house or they died, no one fuck up anything or again, the offending party died, no one vomit or throw a condom in the pool or Jason was sure as hell going to kill a bitch, other than that he didn't give a damn what anyone did. Whit amended that to, "Look, don’t be stupid. You know what being stupid is. Don't make me regret deciding to trust you."
Clark gaped after Whit. Damn…had he just given the Whit version of Dad's "don’t disappoint me" talk?"
Clark didn’t get a chance to talk to Whit or Jason after that, Whit kept dragging Jay off into dark corners, and after a while, it didn't matter…an empty Miller provided the means to play a childhood favorite-spin the bottle. Only not like in those days, the pointed-at-ee had to kiss whoever was the spinner-regardless of gender. And the more liquid and not liquid refreshment was consumed, the more hilarious it got. Or not. Roger had his mouth over Nkki with an I's, kissing like there was no tomorrow, and Clark glanced over at Billy. He was blandly smiling…the sight made Clark want to put his foot into Rog's narrow ass. Boy…just *let* that bottle point at Billy…all fuckin' SV would be talking….
The music made a lovely background to the sound of people hissing and ooooing…Pete swung the bottle and it chittered and chattered on the tile as it swung, pointed at Chloe, who was braving possible life-long grounding by being there with her boyfriend…it swept slowly, majestically past her and finally came to rest… pointed at Clark. Oh *my*, it sounded like George Taki had invaded his mind....
Pete gaped, swallowed a time or two. "Ooookay. Um. Pucker up, Clark."
Clark grinned and scooted across the tiles to sit next to Pete. Right before he kissed Pete, he joked, "So, tongue or no tongue?" Which in retrospect might not have been the smartest thing to do, because as his lips were touching Pete's, Pete's were opening to ask, "what?"
And so it ended up being a kiss with tongue… Clark enjoyed the soft cushiony kiss almost as much as he enjoyed Pete's startled yelp. He was sorely tempted, but he kept it as platonic as a kiss that featured your best friend's tongue practically in your mouth could be.
"Thanks Pete," he grinned as the crowd woowooed and behaved in general like a crowd of seven year olds hyped up on sugar. The bottle swung around and around again, magically pointing out only hetero kisses--until Clark swung the bottle again with a wink and a lascivious lip lick at Pete who laughed uncomfortably.
Critch-crackle-slide…it swung around and wobbled slower and slower and when it stopped, it was pointing at Billy.
There was a long second of non-movement and then Clark shrugged, "My lucky day, I guess." There was a little buzz of speculation, of *course* and I told you so's as he walked over to Billy, knelt on the tiles and touched his mouth to his. And touched. And pressed a little, tried a tentative suck to his lower lip-and Billy groaned, yanked Clark's head down and kissed him like he was made of all the kisses in the world. Billy sucked his lip, top, then bottom, pulled Clark's tongue into his mouth and sucked that, lightly, then more, and more, and then, with a gasp released him--and then jumped right back in. Clark was biting Billy's lower lip, and shoving his tongue deeper into his mouth, licking teeth, the roof of his mouth, touching and feeling everywhere inside. He dimly was aware Billy was in his lap and they were naked chest to naked chest and when Billy shifted in his lap, Clark groaned into his chin as his cock jerked awake and-
"Yo-get a mother-fucking room, girls." Jason was kicking him in the ass. "Go cool off," he said, and pushed them over into the pool. Jason himself was sporting a hideous hicky the size and shape of Texas on his neck so Clark thought his reaction was kind of hypocritical. Whit was staring at him like he was the biggest bastard in the world and personally Clark thought he had a damn nerve-fuck that, Roger deserved it. Billy was red-faced and swimming away from him. Damn it, how fucking much had he screwed up?
Clark ignored the cat-calls and swam to the far side of the pool, pulled himself out. He hid in the pool house, lying down on the floor behind the chaise lounges. Okay, he was acting like a little girl, all twisted up and embarrassed. And… he'd really had no reason for what he did besides being caught up in what everyone else was caught up in. Too much sun, too much to think about, too much sex in the air…he closed his eyes and let himself relax. Eventually it'd be safe to come out…he remembered the feel of Billy's mouth and his cock jerked. Billy was a damn good kisser.
He drifted in and out of sleep, listening to the steady splash of water, the creak of the diving board, laughter…he rolled to his side, and drifted, drifted…slowly a sound he didn’t associate with swimming and parties broke through his sleepy mind.
He opened his eyes and despite the dark could see Jason, chest to one of the pillars supporting the pergola roof. Whit was leaning into him, his chin on Jay's shoulder. He was rocking against him…Jason's arms were folded on the pillar, his cheek to Whit. He was whispering…no barrier to Clark…"I love you inside of me…"
Oh no. He saw…Whit's shorts were barely clinging to his hips…their naked backs were to him and all he could see were the long muscles in Whit's back, flexing, his hips rocked into Jason. "I love fucking you."
Jason tilted his head back and said, "You got hard watching him kiss Rainman's fuckbuddy…you wanted it to be you."
"Don't, Jay-"
"You did. Admit it…you want to own him, fuck his ass, his mouth, like you do me..." Jason began moving in a way that made Whit groan and gasp like he couldn't get air…"you want to see your come dripping off that angelic face, want to see him licking it up, sucking you like candy. And you do taste so good, so good."
"God, yeah-I want to, I want you both-"
Clark curled into a ball, and quietly as he could, rolled under one of the chaise lounges set against the wall. He pressed his palms hard against his ears and found to his surprise that he could hear right through his own maybe invulnerable hands which was interesting, because he kind of thought stuffing his fingers in his ears would work. He worked hard to distract himself from what was going on by doing math in his head, singing nursery rhymes, imagining dead stinking pus oozing rotting things of all sorts and came with Jason anyway….
part 13
TBC