Chapter 10
The truck pulled into the Kent farm at almost 10 o'clock that night. (the boys had taken a detour along the abandoned country roads) The laughing teens climbed out of the truck and met Mrs. Kent on the front porch.
"Hello Boys, did you have fun?"
"Oh, definitely, Aunt Martha."
"Yeah, Mom."
"Good. You boys hungry?"
"Yes!" Martha laughed.
"Come on in. I made some fresh apple pie."
"Alright!"
"Food!"
Both Martha and Clark laughed at Peter's enthusiastic reply as he bounded into the house. Clark noted, not for the first time, the grace and energy Peter moved with, so different form his own powerful movements. He met his mother on the porch and kissed her cheek before they entered the kitchen together.
Aunt May was sitting at the kitchen table with Mr. Kent drinking coffee. When Clark and Martha entered the kitchen Peter was already seated with a large piece of half-eaten pie. Clark shook his head as he served himself a piece and sat next to his boyfriend. Peter just smiled at him, catching himself and laughing when a piece of crust nearly fell out of his mouth.
"Peter," Aunt May scolded, "Slow down. You look like a pig." He swallowed.
"Sorry Aunt May."
"So what did you boys do today?" Mr. Kent asked as he took a sip oh his coffee.
"Well," Clark started, "We went into town before and we stopped for coffee at the Talon. Peter met Chloe, Pete, and Lana, then Lex came in and he invited all of us to go swimming. So, we did."
"He ordered Pizza," said Peter, " and once we finished eating we left and went for a drive to show me the sights of Smallville. I never sow so many shades of green outside a Crayola box before." They laughed and Peter finished up his pie.
"It promises to be a hot night again. Do you two want to sleep in the loft again?" Clark looked over at Peter who shrugged.
"Sure, Aunt Martha. I like sleeping outside. It's not something you can do often in New York." She nodded and Clark finished his pie.
"Cmon. Lets got get changed." Peter nodded and the two teens ran upstairs, both conscious not to go their full speed.
***
Peter changed in the bathroom again. He pulled off his trunks and grabbed his shorts. He smacked himself in the head when he realized he had left his boxers in Clarks' room. He stood for a moment contemplating weather or not it was worth it to go and get the. He shrugged and pulled his shorts on.
It was gonna be a warm night. He'd be better off without them, wouldn't he?
***
Clark, meanwhile, was already changed and waiting in his room for Peter to come back. He thought as he sat on his bed, about how much his life had changed in the last 24 hours.
24 hours ago he was completely isolated. Not only couldn't he talk to his friends because he was an alien, he couldn't come out of the closet due to small town mentalities. Now he had a boyfriend who was not only smart, funny, and attractive, but seemed to understand the loneliness he felt.
For a brief moment he wondered what Peter had to hide.
He heard the bathroom door open and close and the thought was forgotten.
***
In the loft they lay together on the couch watching the stars and listening to the raido.
"And in national NEWS, the passing of the Mutant Registration laws have been stopped by the seemingly overnight turn around of it's greatest activist, Senator Robert Kelly."
"so stupid." Peter muttered.
"Whats stupid. The bill or stopping it." Clark asked.
"The bill itself. Mutant registration.That's SS stuff. Nazi Germany. That's how the Holocaust started.Jewish registration, remember?"
"Not personally." Peter glared and Clark apologized. "Sorry. I agree. A mutant shouldn't have to register, the same way a gay person shouldn't have to tell their orientation, or anybody their religion. That's private information and should stay private as long as the person wants it to." When he finished his speech he found himself attacked by an eager mouth, the warm firm weight of Peter atop him.
"I knew I loved you, but I didn't know you were perfect, too." Peter whispered as they broke for air.
"I'm not perfect," Clark whispered back.
"You're perfect for me, and that's all that counts." Lips met again in a steamy union as hands began to wander to touch the skin discovered only hours before. Peter moaned when Clark's mouth traveled down to his neck, to that sensitive spot just below his ear. He squeaked in surprise when Clark lipped him over and kissed and licked and sucked his way down Peter's chest. He froze in horror when he heard the metal railing of the loft wrenching under his hand when he finally reached bliss in Clark's mouth.
Clark simply licked his lips and smiled at Peter, coming up and kissing him hard. Blindly he reached out a hand to the railing and Peter's tightly clenched fist. Gently, but with all his strength, Clark opened Peter's hand and bent the railing back into place. Peter looked in wonder when he felt this, and then looked at Clark in awe.
Clark smiled.
Peter grinned.
Soon Clark tensed and called his appreciation and love as Peter drove him crazy.
They lay together for a while, naked and sweaty, and too tired to move before gathering their reserves and pulling on their clothing.
"We'll talk about this tomorrow." Peter murmured as he fell asleep.
"Tomorrow," Clark agreed as he, too, succumbed to slumber.
TBC.
AN: Their secrets are out. What will happen next, I wonder.hm.guess you'll just have to wait and see. Tune in next time. Same bat time, same bat channel!
Annakas - if I pair Lex with anybody it will be with Bruce. Maybe in this one, maybe in the next one, but now that u mention it.it does sound interesting.plus more Lana torture. Hmm.thanx for the idea.
VampireChild - I hope this answers your question.
Lady Cinnibar - I've been feeling a bit off lately, which his why I haven't updated since the but Horsemen update, but with the release of the new X2 I had to update this first. The next chapter is half typed, and I'll be going on to that as soon as I post this. Maybe tonight, but probably tomorrow (Sunday). Plus, Prom was last night so I am dead tired still and I can't type well or fast with these longer nails. ( I got tips with a French manicure.it looks pretty but I can't DO anything!) Until next time, dear lady!
Goldstranger - yes, I had heard that. On my computer, word automatically turned *** into a solid line. I thought it would carry over, but I guess it didn't. I'll go back and fix it eventually.
To all the rest, thank you for reviewing! As I've stated in other stories, I'll only directly respond to very long reviews or questions. Not that I don't see and love the short ones, but I can't really respond to every one. There are too many. (not a bad thing!!!!!!!)
Love you all!!!
I was, am, and will always be, Immortaljedi
The truck pulled into the Kent farm at almost 10 o'clock that night. (the boys had taken a detour along the abandoned country roads) The laughing teens climbed out of the truck and met Mrs. Kent on the front porch.
"Hello Boys, did you have fun?"
"Oh, definitely, Aunt Martha."
"Yeah, Mom."
"Good. You boys hungry?"
"Yes!" Martha laughed.
"Come on in. I made some fresh apple pie."
"Alright!"
"Food!"
Both Martha and Clark laughed at Peter's enthusiastic reply as he bounded into the house. Clark noted, not for the first time, the grace and energy Peter moved with, so different form his own powerful movements. He met his mother on the porch and kissed her cheek before they entered the kitchen together.
Aunt May was sitting at the kitchen table with Mr. Kent drinking coffee. When Clark and Martha entered the kitchen Peter was already seated with a large piece of half-eaten pie. Clark shook his head as he served himself a piece and sat next to his boyfriend. Peter just smiled at him, catching himself and laughing when a piece of crust nearly fell out of his mouth.
"Peter," Aunt May scolded, "Slow down. You look like a pig." He swallowed.
"Sorry Aunt May."
"So what did you boys do today?" Mr. Kent asked as he took a sip oh his coffee.
"Well," Clark started, "We went into town before and we stopped for coffee at the Talon. Peter met Chloe, Pete, and Lana, then Lex came in and he invited all of us to go swimming. So, we did."
"He ordered Pizza," said Peter, " and once we finished eating we left and went for a drive to show me the sights of Smallville. I never sow so many shades of green outside a Crayola box before." They laughed and Peter finished up his pie.
"It promises to be a hot night again. Do you two want to sleep in the loft again?" Clark looked over at Peter who shrugged.
"Sure, Aunt Martha. I like sleeping outside. It's not something you can do often in New York." She nodded and Clark finished his pie.
"Cmon. Lets got get changed." Peter nodded and the two teens ran upstairs, both conscious not to go their full speed.
***
Peter changed in the bathroom again. He pulled off his trunks and grabbed his shorts. He smacked himself in the head when he realized he had left his boxers in Clarks' room. He stood for a moment contemplating weather or not it was worth it to go and get the. He shrugged and pulled his shorts on.
It was gonna be a warm night. He'd be better off without them, wouldn't he?
***
Clark, meanwhile, was already changed and waiting in his room for Peter to come back. He thought as he sat on his bed, about how much his life had changed in the last 24 hours.
24 hours ago he was completely isolated. Not only couldn't he talk to his friends because he was an alien, he couldn't come out of the closet due to small town mentalities. Now he had a boyfriend who was not only smart, funny, and attractive, but seemed to understand the loneliness he felt.
For a brief moment he wondered what Peter had to hide.
He heard the bathroom door open and close and the thought was forgotten.
***
In the loft they lay together on the couch watching the stars and listening to the raido.
"And in national NEWS, the passing of the Mutant Registration laws have been stopped by the seemingly overnight turn around of it's greatest activist, Senator Robert Kelly."
"so stupid." Peter muttered.
"Whats stupid. The bill or stopping it." Clark asked.
"The bill itself. Mutant registration.That's SS stuff. Nazi Germany. That's how the Holocaust started.Jewish registration, remember?"
"Not personally." Peter glared and Clark apologized. "Sorry. I agree. A mutant shouldn't have to register, the same way a gay person shouldn't have to tell their orientation, or anybody their religion. That's private information and should stay private as long as the person wants it to." When he finished his speech he found himself attacked by an eager mouth, the warm firm weight of Peter atop him.
"I knew I loved you, but I didn't know you were perfect, too." Peter whispered as they broke for air.
"I'm not perfect," Clark whispered back.
"You're perfect for me, and that's all that counts." Lips met again in a steamy union as hands began to wander to touch the skin discovered only hours before. Peter moaned when Clark's mouth traveled down to his neck, to that sensitive spot just below his ear. He squeaked in surprise when Clark lipped him over and kissed and licked and sucked his way down Peter's chest. He froze in horror when he heard the metal railing of the loft wrenching under his hand when he finally reached bliss in Clark's mouth.
Clark simply licked his lips and smiled at Peter, coming up and kissing him hard. Blindly he reached out a hand to the railing and Peter's tightly clenched fist. Gently, but with all his strength, Clark opened Peter's hand and bent the railing back into place. Peter looked in wonder when he felt this, and then looked at Clark in awe.
Clark smiled.
Peter grinned.
Soon Clark tensed and called his appreciation and love as Peter drove him crazy.
They lay together for a while, naked and sweaty, and too tired to move before gathering their reserves and pulling on their clothing.
"We'll talk about this tomorrow." Peter murmured as he fell asleep.
"Tomorrow," Clark agreed as he, too, succumbed to slumber.
TBC.
AN: Their secrets are out. What will happen next, I wonder.hm.guess you'll just have to wait and see. Tune in next time. Same bat time, same bat channel!
Annakas - if I pair Lex with anybody it will be with Bruce. Maybe in this one, maybe in the next one, but now that u mention it.it does sound interesting.plus more Lana torture. Hmm.thanx for the idea.
VampireChild - I hope this answers your question.
Lady Cinnibar - I've been feeling a bit off lately, which his why I haven't updated since the but Horsemen update, but with the release of the new X2 I had to update this first. The next chapter is half typed, and I'll be going on to that as soon as I post this. Maybe tonight, but probably tomorrow (Sunday). Plus, Prom was last night so I am dead tired still and I can't type well or fast with these longer nails. ( I got tips with a French manicure.it looks pretty but I can't DO anything!) Until next time, dear lady!
Goldstranger - yes, I had heard that. On my computer, word automatically turned *** into a solid line. I thought it would carry over, but I guess it didn't. I'll go back and fix it eventually.
To all the rest, thank you for reviewing! As I've stated in other stories, I'll only directly respond to very long reviews or questions. Not that I don't see and love the short ones, but I can't really respond to every one. There are too many. (not a bad thing!!!!!!!)
Love you all!!!
I was, am, and will always be, Immortaljedi