Chapter 2- Breathing Trouble
"Hey Clark," Lex looked up at the knock on his study door, "Come on in. I was just finishing up."
"Hey Lex. I just talked to Pete. He wants to make his special punch for the party this weekend."
"I know. I talked to him earlier. That sounds good to me as long as it's non-alcoholic."
"Of course it is. We're too young to drink."
"Well, you are in high school. When I was fifteen. . . Of course, you're just innocent farmboys and girls."
"So why didn't you tell me before about Pete's offer?"
"I did. You were distracted. I also told you he had propositioned me. You seemed fine with it," Lex said with a grin, which became a smirk as the blush crept up Clark's face.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to be rude. I was just having trouble concentrating."
"It's alright Clark. I'm not offended. Even I have my off days. Now, about the party. . ."
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Clark settled in on the couch waiting for Lex to return with the popcorn so that they could watch *Spaceballs*. Or rather so Lex could watch *Spaceballs* and Clark could concentrate on "accidentally" brushing his hand on Lex's thigh. He had been surreptitiously examining those thighs all night and he was determined to get at least a small idea of what they felt like.
He still couldn't believe he had almost confessed everything that afternoon. Thank god Lana had shown up and stopped him. Obviously Lex just thought of him as a little brother. He could never look at Clark as a love interest. Which made Clark feel like a pervert for planning ways to "cop a feel." He just couldn't help himself. Not that he was worried that Lex would realize the truth. He was "just an innocent farmboy" after all.
"Ready for some *Spaceballs*?" asked Lex as he plopped down next to Clark on the couch settling the bowl of popcorn between them.
"Absolutely," said Clark.
Lex picked up the remote and started the film, leaning back against the couch, congratulating himself on his brilliance and waiting for Clark to reach into the popcorn bowl.
Clark focused on the television screen and thought about the popcorn. Its presence was both good and bad. It made the possibility of brushing hands with Lex almost 100% but it made his goal of contact with Lex's thigh almost impossible. He was going to have to get creative.
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"Do you need more soda or anything?" Lex asked. Clark hadn't reached for the popcorn once in the fifteen minutes they'd been sitting there. He was starting to worry that for once in his life the boy was not hungry.
"What? Oh, no. I'm fine thanks," Clark sounded just as distracted as he had that afternoon, though Lex was glad of it now because it meant Clark was watching the movie and wouldn't notice what Lex was up to.
Clark sighed and slid down deeper into the cushions. With one hand he reached for his soda and with the other he reached into the bowl of popcorn. Lex kept his eyes on the movie and slowly moved his hand towards Clark's. As their fingers brushed together tingles shot up his arm and back down into his fingertips. He fought not to gasp at the sensation, determined not to give himself away. He pretended to be so engrossed in the movie that he was frozen with anticipation, his hand still in the popcorn bowl, his buttery fingers lightly touching the back of Clark's hand.
Suddenly Clark jerked his hand away and leapt up. "I'll be right back," he said, practically running from the room. Fear rose in Lex causing terrified shudders to replace the pleasant tingles that had been coursing through him at the prolonged contact with Clark. 'He saw through me. He knows what I was trying to do and he's disgusted. Why did I push my luck? I should have pulled my hand back sooner. Damn, damn, damn.'
Clark ran down the hall to the bathroom shutting the door and taking deep breaths. He reached down and unzipped his jeans trying to relieve the pressure on his erection. He should've pulled his hand back sooner, but it was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. Unfortunately, the prolonged contact with an unsuspecting Lex had sent his imagination into a tailspin. Images of how Lex's hand would look and feel on other parts of his body had made him dangerously hard. He had needed to escape and calm down but he knew his behavior was extremely obvious. He just hoped Lex would remember that he was an "innocent farmboy."
He fought the urge to take care of his problem immediately, rather than waiting until he was in bed that night, but he couldn't risk Lex coming to check on him and growing even more suspicious. Instead he poked his head into the living room to find Lex glaring at the television. "Did you want another soda or anything?" he asked. "I'm on my way to the kitchen to grab a Coke."
"Sure," Lex looked up in surprise, "I'll take a Coke as well, thanks." 'He doesn't seem angry. He's acting like nothing happened. Maybe he didn't notice anything after all. I'll just have to be more careful from now on,' Lex thought.
Clark went to the kitchen and grabbed two cold Cokes from the fridge. He set one on the counter and pressed the other against the painful ache in his groin. He waited for the cold to seep through his jeans and contemplated how pathetic he was, standing in his best friend's kitchen trying to tame an erection with a can of soda and deep breaths.
It suddenly struck him as more funny than pathetic and he began laughing almost hysterically. The laughter released some of the pent up tension in him and he didn't try to stem the tide as it washed over him. He sank to the kitchen floor as he replayed the scene in his head from the point of view of an observer. He was taking this situation too seriously. He was concentrating so hard on molesting his best friend that he was unable to just enjoy his company. As the picture of himself as a lecherous sexual harasser entered his mind he lay on the linoleum and howled with laughter not stopping even when Lex arrived with a look of concern on his face.
Having heard the noise coming from the kitchen Lex was incredibly curious as to what Clark was up to. He was not expecting to find the boy rolling around on the floor having what looked like an asthma attack. "Clark," he yelled as he rushed over to kneel beside the boy, "What's wrong? What happened?"
At the panicked note in Lex's voice Clark tried to stop laughing and reassure his friend that he was fine. All he managed was a strangled "Lex. . . I'm," before he lost control again and started snorting in his hilarity. At this point Lex realized that Clark was not dying but laughing so hard he could not breathe. His panic receded leaving an intense desire to know what was amusing Clark so much. He also thought about how beautiful he was in the throws of such a passionate reaction to whatever it was that had set him off.
Finally the laughter subsided enough for Clark to sit up with Lex's assistance. He took deep breaths to calm himself, but lapsed into giggles again when he realized that he'd been doing that just a few minutes before for an entirely different reason. It was only when he looked at Lex and realized that the other boy had a hurt look, obviously having decided that Clark was laughing at him, that Clark was able to stop laughing. He apologized and told Lex that he had been very stressed lately about schoolwork and had needed to release the tension somehow. Then he stood and followed Lex back into the study to finish the movie.
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They had been watching the movie for about thirty minutes with only a few snickers from Clark to interrupt the relaxed atmosphere. When Lex asked him what had started the laughing fit Clark responded by grinning and saying, "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." Lex let the matter drop. After his initial relief he had been terrified that Clark was laughing because of the "hand incident," but after a few minutes he realized that Clark was really just relieving tension in his own way.
He couldn't help thinking that he could show the boy an even better way to release such pent up energy. This thought led inevitably to the realization that Clark might not have discovered how to get rid of stress the old fashioned way. The idea that Clark had never touched himself was mind boggling to Lex. He couldn't imagine not having that outlet. 'I'd have gone postal years ago,' he thought. It was also strangely erotic. 'Going where no man has gone before,' he thought. He started snickering, then giggling, then outright laughing.
Clark looked at him oddly then grinned, realizing that he couldn't ask what was making his friend laugh so hard without having to explain his own reasons. He was content to just watch Lex in this comparatively unguarded moment glad to see his friend truly happy for once.
When Lex noticed Clark's curious smile he felt a rush of glee. This was an unexpected chance for payback. There was no way he was going to explain his thoughts to the other boy and due to Clark's own refusal to share the source of his amusement he didn't have to. Clark could suffer from curiosity just as he was.
Clark began to realize that looking at Lex was only making the boy laugh harder. Before he could look away Lex twitched suddenly and knocked the popcorn bowl off the couch and onto the floor. He doubled over with renewed laughter, making a halfhearted effort to clean up the popcorn. Though Clark had vowed to stop trying to molest Lex and just enjoy being with him this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. As he bent to help Lex pick up the spilled snack he put his hand down on the couch "for balance" resting it against Lex's thigh.
"Hey Clark," Lex looked up at the knock on his study door, "Come on in. I was just finishing up."
"Hey Lex. I just talked to Pete. He wants to make his special punch for the party this weekend."
"I know. I talked to him earlier. That sounds good to me as long as it's non-alcoholic."
"Of course it is. We're too young to drink."
"Well, you are in high school. When I was fifteen. . . Of course, you're just innocent farmboys and girls."
"So why didn't you tell me before about Pete's offer?"
"I did. You were distracted. I also told you he had propositioned me. You seemed fine with it," Lex said with a grin, which became a smirk as the blush crept up Clark's face.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to be rude. I was just having trouble concentrating."
"It's alright Clark. I'm not offended. Even I have my off days. Now, about the party. . ."
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Clark settled in on the couch waiting for Lex to return with the popcorn so that they could watch *Spaceballs*. Or rather so Lex could watch *Spaceballs* and Clark could concentrate on "accidentally" brushing his hand on Lex's thigh. He had been surreptitiously examining those thighs all night and he was determined to get at least a small idea of what they felt like.
He still couldn't believe he had almost confessed everything that afternoon. Thank god Lana had shown up and stopped him. Obviously Lex just thought of him as a little brother. He could never look at Clark as a love interest. Which made Clark feel like a pervert for planning ways to "cop a feel." He just couldn't help himself. Not that he was worried that Lex would realize the truth. He was "just an innocent farmboy" after all.
"Ready for some *Spaceballs*?" asked Lex as he plopped down next to Clark on the couch settling the bowl of popcorn between them.
"Absolutely," said Clark.
Lex picked up the remote and started the film, leaning back against the couch, congratulating himself on his brilliance and waiting for Clark to reach into the popcorn bowl.
Clark focused on the television screen and thought about the popcorn. Its presence was both good and bad. It made the possibility of brushing hands with Lex almost 100% but it made his goal of contact with Lex's thigh almost impossible. He was going to have to get creative.
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"Do you need more soda or anything?" Lex asked. Clark hadn't reached for the popcorn once in the fifteen minutes they'd been sitting there. He was starting to worry that for once in his life the boy was not hungry.
"What? Oh, no. I'm fine thanks," Clark sounded just as distracted as he had that afternoon, though Lex was glad of it now because it meant Clark was watching the movie and wouldn't notice what Lex was up to.
Clark sighed and slid down deeper into the cushions. With one hand he reached for his soda and with the other he reached into the bowl of popcorn. Lex kept his eyes on the movie and slowly moved his hand towards Clark's. As their fingers brushed together tingles shot up his arm and back down into his fingertips. He fought not to gasp at the sensation, determined not to give himself away. He pretended to be so engrossed in the movie that he was frozen with anticipation, his hand still in the popcorn bowl, his buttery fingers lightly touching the back of Clark's hand.
Suddenly Clark jerked his hand away and leapt up. "I'll be right back," he said, practically running from the room. Fear rose in Lex causing terrified shudders to replace the pleasant tingles that had been coursing through him at the prolonged contact with Clark. 'He saw through me. He knows what I was trying to do and he's disgusted. Why did I push my luck? I should have pulled my hand back sooner. Damn, damn, damn.'
Clark ran down the hall to the bathroom shutting the door and taking deep breaths. He reached down and unzipped his jeans trying to relieve the pressure on his erection. He should've pulled his hand back sooner, but it was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. Unfortunately, the prolonged contact with an unsuspecting Lex had sent his imagination into a tailspin. Images of how Lex's hand would look and feel on other parts of his body had made him dangerously hard. He had needed to escape and calm down but he knew his behavior was extremely obvious. He just hoped Lex would remember that he was an "innocent farmboy."
He fought the urge to take care of his problem immediately, rather than waiting until he was in bed that night, but he couldn't risk Lex coming to check on him and growing even more suspicious. Instead he poked his head into the living room to find Lex glaring at the television. "Did you want another soda or anything?" he asked. "I'm on my way to the kitchen to grab a Coke."
"Sure," Lex looked up in surprise, "I'll take a Coke as well, thanks." 'He doesn't seem angry. He's acting like nothing happened. Maybe he didn't notice anything after all. I'll just have to be more careful from now on,' Lex thought.
Clark went to the kitchen and grabbed two cold Cokes from the fridge. He set one on the counter and pressed the other against the painful ache in his groin. He waited for the cold to seep through his jeans and contemplated how pathetic he was, standing in his best friend's kitchen trying to tame an erection with a can of soda and deep breaths.
It suddenly struck him as more funny than pathetic and he began laughing almost hysterically. The laughter released some of the pent up tension in him and he didn't try to stem the tide as it washed over him. He sank to the kitchen floor as he replayed the scene in his head from the point of view of an observer. He was taking this situation too seriously. He was concentrating so hard on molesting his best friend that he was unable to just enjoy his company. As the picture of himself as a lecherous sexual harasser entered his mind he lay on the linoleum and howled with laughter not stopping even when Lex arrived with a look of concern on his face.
Having heard the noise coming from the kitchen Lex was incredibly curious as to what Clark was up to. He was not expecting to find the boy rolling around on the floor having what looked like an asthma attack. "Clark," he yelled as he rushed over to kneel beside the boy, "What's wrong? What happened?"
At the panicked note in Lex's voice Clark tried to stop laughing and reassure his friend that he was fine. All he managed was a strangled "Lex. . . I'm," before he lost control again and started snorting in his hilarity. At this point Lex realized that Clark was not dying but laughing so hard he could not breathe. His panic receded leaving an intense desire to know what was amusing Clark so much. He also thought about how beautiful he was in the throws of such a passionate reaction to whatever it was that had set him off.
Finally the laughter subsided enough for Clark to sit up with Lex's assistance. He took deep breaths to calm himself, but lapsed into giggles again when he realized that he'd been doing that just a few minutes before for an entirely different reason. It was only when he looked at Lex and realized that the other boy had a hurt look, obviously having decided that Clark was laughing at him, that Clark was able to stop laughing. He apologized and told Lex that he had been very stressed lately about schoolwork and had needed to release the tension somehow. Then he stood and followed Lex back into the study to finish the movie.
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They had been watching the movie for about thirty minutes with only a few snickers from Clark to interrupt the relaxed atmosphere. When Lex asked him what had started the laughing fit Clark responded by grinning and saying, "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." Lex let the matter drop. After his initial relief he had been terrified that Clark was laughing because of the "hand incident," but after a few minutes he realized that Clark was really just relieving tension in his own way.
He couldn't help thinking that he could show the boy an even better way to release such pent up energy. This thought led inevitably to the realization that Clark might not have discovered how to get rid of stress the old fashioned way. The idea that Clark had never touched himself was mind boggling to Lex. He couldn't imagine not having that outlet. 'I'd have gone postal years ago,' he thought. It was also strangely erotic. 'Going where no man has gone before,' he thought. He started snickering, then giggling, then outright laughing.
Clark looked at him oddly then grinned, realizing that he couldn't ask what was making his friend laugh so hard without having to explain his own reasons. He was content to just watch Lex in this comparatively unguarded moment glad to see his friend truly happy for once.
When Lex noticed Clark's curious smile he felt a rush of glee. This was an unexpected chance for payback. There was no way he was going to explain his thoughts to the other boy and due to Clark's own refusal to share the source of his amusement he didn't have to. Clark could suffer from curiosity just as he was.
Clark began to realize that looking at Lex was only making the boy laugh harder. Before he could look away Lex twitched suddenly and knocked the popcorn bowl off the couch and onto the floor. He doubled over with renewed laughter, making a halfhearted effort to clean up the popcorn. Though Clark had vowed to stop trying to molest Lex and just enjoy being with him this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. As he bent to help Lex pick up the spilled snack he put his hand down on the couch "for balance" resting it against Lex's thigh.