Mind over matter—he didn't have to give into his overactive libido; he could control it. If he simply told it to go away and stop trying to bust through the fabric of his pants, it would. Or so the theory said. Unfortunately, it was just another human cliché that didn't seem to apply to aliens, though he couldn't be certain it applied to humans either. It was just something more evolved people said to make others feel hopeless.
Somehow he made it through the rest of the day without too much incident. He'd figured out he was most active in the morning and evening. Even still, he wasn't up to facing "the crew" at dinner, so he headed towards the grove of trees lining the property and went for a walk instead, not bothering to grab any food, condemning himself to a meal of whatever was in the dorm vending machines.
The days were already getting shorter and the sun had begun its descent, making the trees look black and ominous against the darkening sky. The scene reflected his mood perfectly. He kicked a rock that blocked his path and watched it soar through the trees, cutting through the brush, leaving splintering branches in its wake. He crushed another in his hand, tossing the remnants deep into the grove. He hadn't realized how angry he was.
All day he'd kept the self-pitying phrase out of his head. "Its not fair," because his Dad always warned him about sulking.
"Sulking leads to standing still—thinking leads to action."
Well, easy for him to say. He didn't have a raging hard-on and blinding pain behind his eyes to accompany it. And how exactly could his parents help even if they were here? What was he supposed to do, ask his Dad if he'd help him figure out how to control the pain while he masturbated? His stomach clinched at the very thought. This time he was on his own, and he was even more clueless than the time he started to see straight through people's skin and saw their skeletons smiling at him. He still remembered falling in gym class when his best friend turned into a pulpy mass of tendons and muscles.
He felt a small surge of heat behind his eyes, and then they cooled immediately. He knew his "problem" was dormant for a while. It'd been like that all day, each time the heat intensifying. He had no idea why his eyes were involved with his penis, but the connection was undeniable. He circled back along the edge of the grove, intending to go further when he heard his name called in the distance.
"Clark, I see you! Where are you going? You know you'll get reamed if they see you this far off the grounds after dark."
Clark sighed heavily—suppressing a word his mother would never approve of and started up the hill towards Braden and Jesse.
"They wouldn't know anything if you didn't shout it across the field."
Braden grinned. "Oops, you're probably right. Where were you anyway? You missed dinner."
Clark fell into step beside them. "I wasn't hungry."
Jesse snickered a little. "Whats wrong Kent, are you all sad with homesickness?"
Clark shot him a sharp look and didn't answer. He was not in the mood for one of Jesse's infamous teasing sessions. He heard Braden whisper to Jesse to leave him alone, but that just spurned Jesse on.
"Relax Bradey, you act like he's some delicate child or something. I'm sure Kent can speak for himself, besides he knows I'm kidding."
Clark stopped and turned to look at him. "Well, you're not funny, so maybe you need a new routine."
"Maybe you need to stop being so damn uptight all the time. You definitely know how to suck all the fun out of the air."
Braden looked worriedly at both of them, as the tension between them continued to rise.
"Its ok Clark, Jesse was just being his usual—"
"I definitely don't need you speaking for me."
Clark was suddenly sick of everything, and wanted nothing more than to run and not stop until he was far away from there. And he knew he should have just walked away, leaving Jesse to stew, but his emotions seemed to be on the surface all day.
"Someone with half a brain should speak for you, it'd be a nice change."
"Fuck you Kent." Jesse shoved him, but Clark didn't allow his body to give, and Jesse would have had better luck trying to push a brick wall.
Jesse stepped back rubbing his wrists, while he stood there glaring at him, and part of him enjoyed the look of uncertainty and fear that crossed Jesse's face, but another part of him was sickened that he had been the one to put it there. Clark turned away from both of them sharply and headed in the direction of the pond.
Clark felt badly for Braden, who'd been innocent in all this, and he knew he hated any kind of confrontation, but at that moment, he didn't care—he didn't care about anything.
"Clark..come on!"
"Oh let him go, that guy's a pain in the ass anyway. You coming or not Bradey, Damon and the other guys are waiting in the lounge for us."
Clark could almost feel Braden's hesitation, but in the next moment, he heard his footsteps retreat along with Jesse's.
Lex watched the whole event unfold from the window of his rooms. He knew from experience it was better not to intervene in these little squabbles, to let the boys work it out for themselves first. He'd been surprised to see Clark involved in any altercation, but he had to admit he seemed a little off in class earlier. Of course raging hormones can do that to you. He found it strange since Clark already seemed older than his sixteen years in some respects. He remembered what a moody little shit he had been when going through the same thing; of course he had bigger concerns than hormones even then.
He'd wondered when he took the job if it would bring up too many painful memories, but the most painful thing had been seeing how little things had changed. The cruelties were still there, this time instead of him being the target of malice, it was another boy, too small for his age. Same pompous attitudes, same blatant disregard for how fortunate they were. He'd been guilty of that himself, until he saw first hand how dark this world could become if you gave into its excesses. Clark Kent had been the only bright spot, because he seemed untouched by all of this. His parents had miraculously instilled in him the values he hoped to instill in most of his students, and it was plainly displayed in the earnestness in his bright blue-green eyes, and the easy blush of his cheeks. He only hoped Clark could retain the inner goodness he admired after two years at Excelsior.
He watched Clark walking resolutely towards the large pond, and decided he might like an evening stroll himself.
Clark walked along the muddy edge of the pond until he found his favorite boulder. The sky was completely dark now and the pond looked like a purple pool with the full moon overhead glinting on it creating an eerie reflective light. He could hear the sounds of random chatter and laughter as students headed into the dorms for the evening. He dropped his bag on the ground and closed his eyes, trying to push all the anger that'd been building inside of him all day away. He didn't know why this whole thing was distressing him. It was just sexual maturity; not the end of the world, boys went through it everyday. The only difference was, most boys could be pretty certain of its outcome, and he didn't know if he'd ever get to use his burgeoning penis on an actual woman without doing serious damage. As if on cue, it rose to the occasion, and Clark started rubbing his eyes vigorously. To make matters worse he saw a tall figure approaching. He'd been so engrossed in his own head, he hadn't noticed the sound of footsteps coming closer, and now it was too late to disappear without being noticed.
"Clark?"
He looked up and half-heartedly waved Braden over.
"I thought you were watching movies again in the lounge."
Braden looked positively sheepish. He stood there shuffling back and forth, taking a step forward then stopping. In an instant he seemed to remember they were alone and Clark probably wasn't one to hold a grudge. He walked over and stood in front of him.
"Jesse is an asshole"
Clark looked up, wishing Braden would just go away now, but he knew he'd be hurting the wrong person if he told him so.
"Yes, he is."
"I'm sorry Clark, I didn't really know what to do."
He knew how much it took Braden to admit he didn't know anything other than calculus, and he felt some of the anger dissipating.
"Its ok, I'm just not in the mood for Jesse today I guess."
Braden sat next to him on the boulder. "Maybe, he's still an ass though."
"I don't know why you hang out with him—with most of them."
Braden just shrugged, and he knew the subject was closed.
"What are you doing sitting in the woods in the dark anyway, its creepy. There's even a full moon. Are you a werewolf or something?"
Clark shifted away from him, as his "problem" continued to raise its ugly head.
"Damn Clark, stop being so fidgety, what's wrong?"
Braden reached over to touch his shoulder, and Clark flinched.
"God, Braden…don't"
"Whats wrong with you? Oh!" Braden started to laugh when he saw the predicament he was in, but stopped when Clark bent over and let his head fall into his hands, mumbling "Its not funny."
"Sorry. Wow, what's going on with you?" He tried to pull Clark up to a sitting position.
"Braden, stop!"
"Clark, its not like I've never seen a boner before. I heard you moaning in your sleep, so it's not some big secret. You probably just need to wank off more, I never hear you doing that."
Clark turned five shades of red. He really didn't want to have this conversation.
"Let me see."
"What?! No!"
"Clark stop being such a baby."
Braden kept tugging on his shoulder, until finally he had to allow him to pull him up for fear he'd snap his wrists.
"Damn, you're huge. You'd think it would go down some by now." He reached his hand over to touch it.
Clark jerked. "What are you doing?!"
"Relax Clark, I'm helping."
Braden rubbed it gently through the fabric of his pants, and his penis gave a little jerk, sending an incredible wave of heat and pleasure that seemed to spread through his veins. Clark leaned his head back against the tree, pushing Braden's hand away.
Braden ignored him and unzipped his pants. "Um..Braden..?"
"Shhh …it'll be over quickly."
Apparently Braden was an expert, because his penis came alive in his hand, and he could barely control the low noises escaping his throat. He came to his senses briefly and was about to insist he let go, when Branden rubbed the sensitive skin on the underside of his penis causing him to moan loudly. It shocked him how his body responded to his touch. It obviously knew something he didn't, and Braden stroked harder until Clark was practically squirming off the rock.
"Will you hold still?"
"I…"
Before he could apologize he felt a rush of heat explode behind his eyes. The heat was so intense his eyes flew open, and the pond in front of them sizzled and smoked. Clark stared incredulously at the smoke now receding into the cool water. He was still panting and he felt his penis erupt into Braden's waiting palm. He felt like he'd been suddenly doused in cool water, as his breathing returned to normal.
Braden chuckled softly and wiped his hand on the grass. "Well, that was intense."
Clark just glanced at him and everything that just happened hit him at once. He thought about digging himself a hole in the earth and staying there until next summer.
Braden gently rubbed the head of his now flaccid penis, and tucked it away into Clark's boxers, even zipping up his pants for him.
"Feel better?"
Clark just nodded, not really wanting to look at Braden right now. Inside he was panicking. His roommate had just jerked him off—more importantly he'd allowed his roommate to jerk him off—his male roommate, and he liked it, or his body did. But even more important he was pretty sure he'd caused the pond to sizzle and smoke, and he was certain some sort of heat had come from his eyes. Great! He felt like crying, but he wasn't going to, not while sitting on a boulder in the woods next to his friend who's hand was still sticky from his cum.
Braden stood up. "Look, its not a huge deal. I just wanted to, and it worked out for both of us. I'm going back inside. You coming?"
"Um, yeah, in a minute. And thanks…." Thanks?!
Braden smiled looking a little relieved. "Any time Clark, any time." And disappeared in the trees.
Lex had entered the woods just after Braden did, and had almost headed back when he realized he couldn't explain why a teacher would follow a student into the woods. But seeing how distraught Clark looked, he waited. And what followed shocked him. He'd had his suspicions about Braden, but Clark didn't strike him as anything more than completely hetero. He couldn't really hear their conversation as he stood hidden by the shadows of several large oaks, and it did seem like Braden was the one doing most of the initiating. All common sense told him to walk away, but he stood there riveted, watching Clark's face flush with pleasure, and his red mouth slack as he moaned softly. Not even the pope himself could turn away, and Lex was far from a saint. He left before the magic moment, knowing seeing Clark Kent reach orgasm would do him in. He walked back towards the teacher housing, pants tightening with every step, wondering how he'd ever get through class on Thursday,
Clark sat there for a few minutes, but his thoughts were much too jumbled. The only thought in his head that made any sense caused him to finally stand up, take one look at the dorms in the distance, and start running the other way. He was determined not to stop running until he reached California.