Chapter 14
"Clark?" Peter questioned as the red and blue blur rushed past him into Clark's room. He jumped to the ceiling and crept down the stairs.on the ceiling.
".right, Jonathan. He's not a little boy anymore. We both know he's led a sheltered life, but he does know who to trust. If he feels he trusts Peter, then we should honor that. He's not going to remain on the farm forever, Jonathan. He's going to have to start making these decisions sooner or later."
Peter heard a sigh.
"I know that, Martha, but I worry. He's our only son and I don't want him to be taken away to be some lab rat."
"I know Jonathan."
Quietly Peter crept back up the stairs. He fell silently to his feet and gently knocked on Clark's door.
"Clark?" There was no answer. Peter tried the doorknob. It was locked. He chewed his lip for a moment and thought. He couldn't pick the lock. He could break the lock, but then he would have to explain that later on. He looked into the room next to Clark's, where Aunt May was taking a nap. The window was wide open, to vent the summer heat. Peter grinned. Perfect.
Peter jumped and clung to the ceiling once more. He made his way to the open window and was soon on the outside of the building. Moving as fast as he could, Peter was soon at Clark's window. Clark was inside on the bed, face screwed tight and a pair of headphones rested on his ears. Peter rapped on the glass. Clark didn't move. Peter sighed and carefully opened the window. He climbed inside and stood at the foot of Clark's bed.
"Ahem" Peter cleared his throat. No response. "Clark." Nope. "Clark!" Not a twitch. Peter sighed and jumped to land on Clark's stomach.
"Clark!" The boy of steel finally opened his eyes.
"Peter?" The smaller boy waved cheerily. Clark closed his eyes. "How did u get in here?"
"The window. I climbed."
"Why are you here?" Clark groused. He tried to shift but Peter wouldn't let him, holding his fast to the bed. Clark looked at Peter, eyes wide. He hadn't realized that Peter was so strong.
"I'm here," Peter answered, "Because you're upset and I don't want you upset. I here because I'm here for you. I'm here because I overheard your parents talking and they genuinely care about you and I'm willing to work with you to find a good way to get them to trust me without telling my Aunt who I am." Clark made a face.
"I know they care, Peter. It just that I hate it when Dad gets like that, like he knows everything and everything is against me."
"Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get me." Clark raised an eyebrow.
"You got that from a tee shirt." Peter shrugged.
"You're point? It's true. But think about it. How many times in the past year have you almost been found out and revealed to either the public or to the government?" Clark didn't answer but that just confirmed Peter's suspicions. Clark finally managed to get Peter off him and sat up.
"Why are you taking his side?"
"I'm not taking any sides."
"Yeah, right."
"I'm not," Peter said. "I'm just letting you know his fears are justified. Personally, I'm with you. They should trust you more, but at the same time, I know that if it were my kid, I'd probably be worse than your father about secrecy." Clark snorted and Peter smiled. Clark flopped back onto the bed.
"I do know where he's coming from. I know he loves me and he's doing what he feels best, but it's frustrating that my judgment is always questioned."
"We're teenagers, Clark, we're questioned about everything."
"You have a smart-alec answer for everything don't you?"
"Yes, I do.wait, did u say smart-ALEC?"
"Oh be quiet."
"I mean it Peter."
"Stop laughing!"
"Oh that does it." Clark pounced, and pinned the laughing teen to the floor. Peter hiccupped as he tried to breathe.
"Come on, man, it's funny." Clark simply stared. Peter calmed down. "You don't find it funny?" Clark shook his head. "Oh." Peter said, suddenly serious, afraid he had overstepped his boundaries. Suddenly broad hands were everywhere, his sides, his knees, every ticklish spot he had.
"YIPE!" He yelled as he started to laugh once more, struggling to break free of Clark's grip. Finally Clark stopped and lay atop the struggling boy, grinning.
"Now that was funny," Clark said.
Peter bit him.
"Hey!"
This time Peter was tickled until he cried.
***
Jonathan Kent walked up the stairs quietly to apologize to Clark. He stopped outside his son's door and raised his hand to knock. He was stopped however when he heard laughter erupt from within, both Clark's and Peters. He lowered his hand. He would apologize later. Clark needed this downtime.
Just was quietly John crept back down the stairs.
***
Back in the room the two super teens stopped their play and lay chuckling in each other's arms.
"Feeling better" Peter asked. Clark nodded.
"Yes. I guess I just needed to release some steam."
"Stress relief. It's a wonderful thing."
"Oh really."
"Yes. It comes in two forms, you know?" Peter asked a not quite hidden smirk on his face.
"Oh?" Clark replied, face carefully innocent. "What forms would that be?"
"Laughter and sex."
"No kidding?"
"Yep," Peter said, cheeky grin firmly in place. "And it works best if they're combined.
"Really?" Clark asked with a grin of his own as he lowered his head to Peter's to kiss him softly. "We wouldn't want to do anything halfway, now would we?" and kissed him again.
"No," Peter replied, reaching up for another kiss. "We must be thorough."
"Mmhmm."
"Mmmm."
Martha Kent was working with the chickens.
Jonathan was in the barn working on the tractor.
In the room next-door Aunt May was waking from her nap.
TBC
"Clark?" Peter questioned as the red and blue blur rushed past him into Clark's room. He jumped to the ceiling and crept down the stairs.on the ceiling.
".right, Jonathan. He's not a little boy anymore. We both know he's led a sheltered life, but he does know who to trust. If he feels he trusts Peter, then we should honor that. He's not going to remain on the farm forever, Jonathan. He's going to have to start making these decisions sooner or later."
Peter heard a sigh.
"I know that, Martha, but I worry. He's our only son and I don't want him to be taken away to be some lab rat."
"I know Jonathan."
Quietly Peter crept back up the stairs. He fell silently to his feet and gently knocked on Clark's door.
"Clark?" There was no answer. Peter tried the doorknob. It was locked. He chewed his lip for a moment and thought. He couldn't pick the lock. He could break the lock, but then he would have to explain that later on. He looked into the room next to Clark's, where Aunt May was taking a nap. The window was wide open, to vent the summer heat. Peter grinned. Perfect.
Peter jumped and clung to the ceiling once more. He made his way to the open window and was soon on the outside of the building. Moving as fast as he could, Peter was soon at Clark's window. Clark was inside on the bed, face screwed tight and a pair of headphones rested on his ears. Peter rapped on the glass. Clark didn't move. Peter sighed and carefully opened the window. He climbed inside and stood at the foot of Clark's bed.
"Ahem" Peter cleared his throat. No response. "Clark." Nope. "Clark!" Not a twitch. Peter sighed and jumped to land on Clark's stomach.
"Clark!" The boy of steel finally opened his eyes.
"Peter?" The smaller boy waved cheerily. Clark closed his eyes. "How did u get in here?"
"The window. I climbed."
"Why are you here?" Clark groused. He tried to shift but Peter wouldn't let him, holding his fast to the bed. Clark looked at Peter, eyes wide. He hadn't realized that Peter was so strong.
"I'm here," Peter answered, "Because you're upset and I don't want you upset. I here because I'm here for you. I'm here because I overheard your parents talking and they genuinely care about you and I'm willing to work with you to find a good way to get them to trust me without telling my Aunt who I am." Clark made a face.
"I know they care, Peter. It just that I hate it when Dad gets like that, like he knows everything and everything is against me."
"Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get me." Clark raised an eyebrow.
"You got that from a tee shirt." Peter shrugged.
"You're point? It's true. But think about it. How many times in the past year have you almost been found out and revealed to either the public or to the government?" Clark didn't answer but that just confirmed Peter's suspicions. Clark finally managed to get Peter off him and sat up.
"Why are you taking his side?"
"I'm not taking any sides."
"Yeah, right."
"I'm not," Peter said. "I'm just letting you know his fears are justified. Personally, I'm with you. They should trust you more, but at the same time, I know that if it were my kid, I'd probably be worse than your father about secrecy." Clark snorted and Peter smiled. Clark flopped back onto the bed.
"I do know where he's coming from. I know he loves me and he's doing what he feels best, but it's frustrating that my judgment is always questioned."
"We're teenagers, Clark, we're questioned about everything."
"You have a smart-alec answer for everything don't you?"
"Yes, I do.wait, did u say smart-ALEC?"
"Oh be quiet."
"I mean it Peter."
"Stop laughing!"
"Oh that does it." Clark pounced, and pinned the laughing teen to the floor. Peter hiccupped as he tried to breathe.
"Come on, man, it's funny." Clark simply stared. Peter calmed down. "You don't find it funny?" Clark shook his head. "Oh." Peter said, suddenly serious, afraid he had overstepped his boundaries. Suddenly broad hands were everywhere, his sides, his knees, every ticklish spot he had.
"YIPE!" He yelled as he started to laugh once more, struggling to break free of Clark's grip. Finally Clark stopped and lay atop the struggling boy, grinning.
"Now that was funny," Clark said.
Peter bit him.
"Hey!"
This time Peter was tickled until he cried.
***
Jonathan Kent walked up the stairs quietly to apologize to Clark. He stopped outside his son's door and raised his hand to knock. He was stopped however when he heard laughter erupt from within, both Clark's and Peters. He lowered his hand. He would apologize later. Clark needed this downtime.
Just was quietly John crept back down the stairs.
***
Back in the room the two super teens stopped their play and lay chuckling in each other's arms.
"Feeling better" Peter asked. Clark nodded.
"Yes. I guess I just needed to release some steam."
"Stress relief. It's a wonderful thing."
"Oh really."
"Yes. It comes in two forms, you know?" Peter asked a not quite hidden smirk on his face.
"Oh?" Clark replied, face carefully innocent. "What forms would that be?"
"Laughter and sex."
"No kidding?"
"Yep," Peter said, cheeky grin firmly in place. "And it works best if they're combined.
"Really?" Clark asked with a grin of his own as he lowered his head to Peter's to kiss him softly. "We wouldn't want to do anything halfway, now would we?" and kissed him again.
"No," Peter replied, reaching up for another kiss. "We must be thorough."
"Mmhmm."
"Mmmm."
Martha Kent was working with the chickens.
Jonathan was in the barn working on the tractor.
In the room next-door Aunt May was waking from her nap.
TBC