Okay, I know this is a total crack pairing, but I love it to bits and pieces. It's a companion piece to The Fountain and to Birds, Birds, Birds. You don't have to read all 3, but you can. I hope you enjoy!
~Sophia
Does this chick ever shut up when she's drunk? Jason though as he sipped his jack on ice and stared at Donna's cleavage as it practically spilled out of her low-cut blouse. "So, you wanna go to a motel and have some fun?" He said, interrupting her.
The brunette blinked rapidly, slapped him, and stood up. "Ya stu'id fag! Why would I sleep with a guy who likes it up his ass?" She then sauntered drunkenly out of the bar, leaving a highly confused Jason in her wake.
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"What the fuck is this?" Lois said, face red with rage as she waved around a gay porn mag. Clark stood there silently, used to his wife's tangents. She slapped him, hard. "Answer me!" When he refused to reply, she stood there and breathed heavily like an angered bull. "Clark, I want a divorce." She said, eyes aimed at the floor. "I know about Bruce and I know that you're gay. I had hoped that I could somehow change your sexuality, but... it obviously didn't work. Just get out of my house, before either of us does something stupid"
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Jason nursed his jack slowly, chewing on Donna's insult. Then again, he thought, the image of SuperMan in all his glory entering his head, I always had a soft spot for boy scouts... He slapped himself, hard. What the fuck are you thinking, Jason? Don't let some bitch make you think you're ga- His train of thought crashed with a firey explosion when an altogether stunning male specimen sulked into the room. Oh Hell, maybe I am gay. He thought to himself as he noticed his pulse quicken upon the sight of the newcomer. He was tall, with broad shoulders and Jason guessed that he would look proud and noble in most other situations.
The man was, at this moment, looking very much like something the cat dragged in, and not the cat who stole shit either. He had an angry red mark on his cheek and his face was flushed from crying. He sat down next to Jason, ordering a bottle of Everclear. Everyone at the bar gasped except for Jason, who was too busy looking at the man to notice his words.
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Clark sat next to the best-looking male in the room and ordered the only human beverage that could intoxicate him. Most of the bar let out a gasp as one, but he ignored it, far more interested in the intense look that the male next to him was giving him. "I'm Jason." The male said in a rough, sexy, violent-sounding voice.
"Clark." The Kryptonian replied, nodding in thanks to the bartender as he set down Clark's drink. "Man, I must look like shit..." He said, laughing a bit bitterly as he wiped away the tears that continued to fall down his face.
"Yeah, ya kinda do." Jason said, laughing into his drink. "You get dumped?"
"My wife decided that she would divorce me because I wasn't straight." Clark replied, taking a large swig from the Everclear. "I tried, so hard, just for her, because she loved me so much... but apparently I didn't try hard enough for her. And tomorrow I'll have to go to work and see her face, and know that I broke her heart just because I tried to love her." He then took another swig. "Now all I want is a good fuck from a sexy guy, Hell, I don't care if I'm top or bottom, I just need a male body."