The Odd Couple 6.2
Back and yay! Accomplished another bit! Classed slowed me down but today mucho accomplishment. I love my children's lit. class. Maybe I'll try writing some children's rhymes.
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Lex needed to retreat gracefully before he said something he might regret.
But he decided actions spoke louder than words as Jace stared at him with something akin to fear. He may not be able to burn his opponent to cinders, but he knew his gaze made most predators freeze with hesitation.
But the other man took advantage and put his arm around the brunette.
“Lex, what’s wrong?”
Clark couldn’t be this stupid.
“Why would anything be wrong? Excuse me.”
But Clark grabbed his arm and the electricity shot through him.
“Why are you so angry?”
“Why couldn’t you just tell me?” A notice would be nice.
So he could be ready to have his heart slammed on a pike.
“And why didn’t you tell me?” The hand pulsed around his wrist and it was hard to think.
Impasse.
“I didn’t want to lose you.” He said softly.
This really wasn’t the time or place for this conversation. Too many people could overhear and some were already gawking.
Clark’s eyes widened.
“Our friendship means too much.” Lex continued in a hurry.
“Yeah, dorkdom and all that,” But the laugh was off. “I have to start moving on with my life, right?”
“You have every right.” The right to remain silent while I drill out your tonsils.
The argument was over. And then again it wasn’t.
Getting jostled by the bodies continuing to move in spite of the argument he was getting precariously closer into Clark’s arms.
The fine features of his face were close enough to stroke if only he had the nerve to reach out. The younger man’s breath was upon his own senses, and for some reason, even in the silk finery and some make up, dressed to kill, Clark still smelled like sunshine.
Clark tried to hold him at arms length and closed his eyes.
Lex stepped back from the warmth. He knew who the boy was imagining.
“Have fun with your date.”
“Lex, wait! Where are you going?” Clark called.
“Away from you.”
Trying to get lost in the sea of bodies was easier said than done, though.
Especially when he bumped into Chloe. Her hair was frosted and swept back in a funky way that went with her jeans and flowery top that he might have complimented if he still weren’t so pissed off.
“Lex? Oh, double shit.” She had known.
“Hello, Ms. Sullivan.” He greeted her coldly.
She swallowed and spoke rapidly. “Lex, you need to know that Clark...”
“Is fucking Jace. Like you’re fucking Wally and Dick. Funny, I used to be the promiscuous one.”
“Nobody is fucking anybody except for you, Mr. Hypocrite.” Chloe rolled her eyes.
“Oh, who is my paramour? I haven’t read the Inquisitor this week.”
“You know damn well what Clark heard-” She started moving them to a more quiet corner in the club. They bumped into Wally.
“Daddy Warbucks is here?”
Now he could die knowing his utter humiliation was complete.
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Lex needed to retreat gracefully before he said something he might regret.
But he decided actions spoke louder than words as Jace stared at him with something akin to fear. He may not be able to burn his opponent to cinders, but he knew his gaze made most predators freeze with hesitation.
But the other man took advantage and put his arm around the brunette.
“Lex, what’s wrong?”
Clark couldn’t be this stupid.
“Why would anything be wrong? Excuse me.”
But Clark grabbed his arm and the electricity shot through him.
“Why are you so angry?”
“Why couldn’t you just tell me?” A notice would be nice.
So he could be ready to have his heart slammed on a pike.
“And why didn’t you tell me?” The hand pulsed around his wrist and it was hard to think.
Impasse.
“I didn’t want to lose you.” He said softly.
This really wasn’t the time or place for this conversation. Too many people could overhear and some were already gawking.
Clark’s eyes widened.
“Our friendship means too much.” Lex continued in a hurry.
“Yeah, dorkdom and all that,” But the laugh was off. “I have to start moving on with my life, right?”
“You have every right.” The right to remain silent while I drill out your tonsils.
The argument was over. And then again it wasn’t.
Getting jostled by the bodies continuing to move in spite of the argument he was getting precariously closer into Clark’s arms.
The fine features of his face were close enough to stroke if only he had the nerve to reach out. The younger man’s breath was upon his own senses, and for some reason, even in the silk finery and some make up, dressed to kill, Clark still smelled like sunshine.
Clark tried to hold him at arms length and closed his eyes.
Lex stepped back from the warmth. He knew who the boy was imagining.
“Have fun with your date.”
“Lex, wait! Where are you going?” Clark called.
“Away from you.”
Trying to get lost in the sea of bodies was easier said than done, though.
Especially when he bumped into Chloe. Her hair was frosted and swept back in a funky way that went with her jeans and flowery top that he might have complimented if he still weren’t so pissed off.
“Lex? Oh, double shit.” She had known.
“Hello, Ms. Sullivan.” He greeted her coldly.
She swallowed and spoke rapidly. “Lex, you need to know that Clark...”
“Is fucking Jace. Like you’re fucking Wally and Dick. Funny, I used to be the promiscuous one.”
“Nobody is fucking anybody except for you, Mr. Hypocrite.” Chloe rolled her eyes.
“Oh, who is my paramour? I haven’t read the Inquisitor this week.”
“You know damn well what Clark heard-” She started moving them to a more quiet corner in the club. They bumped into Wally.
“Daddy Warbucks is here?”
Now he could die knowing his utter humiliation was complete.