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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
joanne_c!!!!
Here's your prezzie. *huggles*
Whitney enters the barn slowly, hesitation in every step. He’s not sure he’ll be welcome, hell he’s almost positive he won’t be, but he can’t let this day end without apologizing to Clark.
Earlier that day...
“Kent? You want me to invite fagboy to our party and introduce him to Katie?” Jack snorts. “Not gonna happen.”
“Fagboy?” Whitney frowns.
“Yeah,” Dean chimes in. “He’s a fag. I mean, just look at him! And with all the time he spends with Luthor. Shit, Luthor’s probably already doing the kid. Why would we want that freak at one of our parties?”
Whitney feels his gut clench and smiles tightly, “You wouldn’t, of course.” He should have known his supposed friends would be homophobic.
Jack narrows his eyes, “You don’t like the kid, do you?”
Whitney shakes his head and lies through his teeth, “Of course not! I was just trying to give the little freak a break.”
Whitney nearly bites his tongue when he sees Clark out of the corner of his eye. Clark who was close enough to hear their conversation. Shit...
Clark’s sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, face in his palms, looking down at an open book on his table. Assuming he’s studying, Whitney decides to make this brief.
“Hey, Clark, I just wanted to stop by...” he trails off when he notices Clark wiping at his eyes. Is he...crying? Whitney frowns, moving closer to the couch. Clark looks up, smiling, but Whitney can see the redness in his eyes and the telltale streaks across his cheeks. He *was* crying.
“Hey, Whitney. What brings you here?”
Whitney moves around the table so he can sit next to Clark. “You, actually. I wanted to apologize for that stuff you heard-“
“Oh hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” Clark stands up abruptly and walks over to the loft door, fiddling with the telescope. Whitney frowns again, sure something isn’t right. His eyes widen as he realizes that maybe Clark *is* gay and that’s why he was so bothered by the comments. He closes his eyes tightly. Which would have made what he said all the more hurtful. Fuck.
“Clark, I’m really sorry. Those guys...they’re homophobic jerks.” He sighs. “I didn’t even realize how bad they were until today.”
Clark shrugs. “It doesn’t matter.”
Whitney frowns, “Yes it does. It obviously upset you and I’d like to think I’m your friend. I care about you.”
Clark snorts. “Really? You have a funny way of showing it.”
Whitney sighs, realizing that in order to get Clark to understand, he’s going to have to come clean. “Clark...I mostly go along with those guys because if I don’t, they might get suspicious. I’m graduating in less than a year, the last thing I need is to have half the football team know that I’m gay.”
Clark spins around, surprise written all over his face. “You are?”
Whitney looks down and nods slowly.
Clark sits back down on the couch. “So you pretend to be someone else so they don’t find out? That’s stupid, Whitney. I mean, if you like guys you should be able to like guys. Not pretend that you like girls just so you don’t get picked on.”
Whitney looks up and smiles at Clark. “Yeah, it should be that way, but it’s not. Is it?” Said pointedly, referring to Lana and Chloe. Clark flushes. “It’s different for me, Whitney. I’m already an outcast.” Glances at Whitney quickly. “All I have to do is look cross-eyed at the quarterback’s girlfriend and I find myself strung up like a sacrifice.”
Whitney winces and turns away, “How many times can I apologize for that, Clark?” Clark sighs and stands back up. “That was a low blow, I’m sorry. You’ve already apologized enough. I forgive you, really.”
Whitney nods and gets up. “I should probably go.” He’s still curious as to why Clark was crying but figures it’s none of his business.
“It’s not Lex.” Clark says it so quietly that Whitney’s unsure if he heard him right. Clark turns around and faces him. Takes a deep breath. “It’s not Lex that I like.” He pauses before continuing. “It’s you.”
Whitney is stunned. “What do you mean, it’s me? How can you like me? Clark, I was the one who strung you up for looking at Lana, I...I-“ Clark cuts him off, “Whitney, it wasn’t Lana that I paid too much attention to, it was you.” Whitney just stares at Clark, unable to come up with a response.
“Whitney?” Clark sounds nervous and unsure and that snaps Whitney out of his shock. Two steps and he’s pulling Clark’s mouth down to his, kissing him roughly, nipping at Clark’s bottom lip. Clark grips his waist and pulls him in closer, mouth opening to Whitney’s tongue, sucking on it avidly. Whitney turns his head to the side, deepening the kiss, twisting is fingers in Clark’s hair.
Clark slides his hands to cover Whitney’s ass, pressing their erections together. The pleasure that zings through him makes him gasp as Clark pulls his mouth away from Whitney’s. “Shit, I’m gonna come, we have to stop.” Whitney nuzzles and kisses Clark’s neck, one hand running down Clark’s chest and stomach until he cups Clark’s crotch, squeezing hard. Clark hisses and bucks into Whitney’s hand, shuddering as he comes hard. Clark buries his face in Whitney’s neck, mumbling, “Shit. I’m sorry, Whitney.”
Whitney rubs his hand over Clark’s back. “Don’t apologize, that was hot.” Clark pulls away, looking down into Whitney’s face, uncertain. “It was?”
“Hell, yes.” Whitney presses up against Clark, kissing him deeply. He pulls back, smiling. “So, you forgive me?”
Clark grins suddenly, “Yes, Whitney, I forgive you.” And seals it with a kiss.
Hope you like it, sweetie. *kisses*
joanne_c!!!!Here's your prezzie. *huggles*
Whitney enters the barn slowly, hesitation in every step. He’s not sure he’ll be welcome, hell he’s almost positive he won’t be, but he can’t let this day end without apologizing to Clark.
Earlier that day...
“Kent? You want me to invite fagboy to our party and introduce him to Katie?” Jack snorts. “Not gonna happen.”
“Fagboy?” Whitney frowns.
“Yeah,” Dean chimes in. “He’s a fag. I mean, just look at him! And with all the time he spends with Luthor. Shit, Luthor’s probably already doing the kid. Why would we want that freak at one of our parties?”
Whitney feels his gut clench and smiles tightly, “You wouldn’t, of course.” He should have known his supposed friends would be homophobic.
Jack narrows his eyes, “You don’t like the kid, do you?”
Whitney shakes his head and lies through his teeth, “Of course not! I was just trying to give the little freak a break.”
Whitney nearly bites his tongue when he sees Clark out of the corner of his eye. Clark who was close enough to hear their conversation. Shit...
Clark’s sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, face in his palms, looking down at an open book on his table. Assuming he’s studying, Whitney decides to make this brief.
“Hey, Clark, I just wanted to stop by...” he trails off when he notices Clark wiping at his eyes. Is he...crying? Whitney frowns, moving closer to the couch. Clark looks up, smiling, but Whitney can see the redness in his eyes and the telltale streaks across his cheeks. He *was* crying.
“Hey, Whitney. What brings you here?”
Whitney moves around the table so he can sit next to Clark. “You, actually. I wanted to apologize for that stuff you heard-“
“Oh hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” Clark stands up abruptly and walks over to the loft door, fiddling with the telescope. Whitney frowns again, sure something isn’t right. His eyes widen as he realizes that maybe Clark *is* gay and that’s why he was so bothered by the comments. He closes his eyes tightly. Which would have made what he said all the more hurtful. Fuck.
“Clark, I’m really sorry. Those guys...they’re homophobic jerks.” He sighs. “I didn’t even realize how bad they were until today.”
Clark shrugs. “It doesn’t matter.”
Whitney frowns, “Yes it does. It obviously upset you and I’d like to think I’m your friend. I care about you.”
Clark snorts. “Really? You have a funny way of showing it.”
Whitney sighs, realizing that in order to get Clark to understand, he’s going to have to come clean. “Clark...I mostly go along with those guys because if I don’t, they might get suspicious. I’m graduating in less than a year, the last thing I need is to have half the football team know that I’m gay.”
Clark spins around, surprise written all over his face. “You are?”
Whitney looks down and nods slowly.
Clark sits back down on the couch. “So you pretend to be someone else so they don’t find out? That’s stupid, Whitney. I mean, if you like guys you should be able to like guys. Not pretend that you like girls just so you don’t get picked on.”
Whitney looks up and smiles at Clark. “Yeah, it should be that way, but it’s not. Is it?” Said pointedly, referring to Lana and Chloe. Clark flushes. “It’s different for me, Whitney. I’m already an outcast.” Glances at Whitney quickly. “All I have to do is look cross-eyed at the quarterback’s girlfriend and I find myself strung up like a sacrifice.”
Whitney winces and turns away, “How many times can I apologize for that, Clark?” Clark sighs and stands back up. “That was a low blow, I’m sorry. You’ve already apologized enough. I forgive you, really.”
Whitney nods and gets up. “I should probably go.” He’s still curious as to why Clark was crying but figures it’s none of his business.
“It’s not Lex.” Clark says it so quietly that Whitney’s unsure if he heard him right. Clark turns around and faces him. Takes a deep breath. “It’s not Lex that I like.” He pauses before continuing. “It’s you.”
Whitney is stunned. “What do you mean, it’s me? How can you like me? Clark, I was the one who strung you up for looking at Lana, I...I-“ Clark cuts him off, “Whitney, it wasn’t Lana that I paid too much attention to, it was you.” Whitney just stares at Clark, unable to come up with a response.
“Whitney?” Clark sounds nervous and unsure and that snaps Whitney out of his shock. Two steps and he’s pulling Clark’s mouth down to his, kissing him roughly, nipping at Clark’s bottom lip. Clark grips his waist and pulls him in closer, mouth opening to Whitney’s tongue, sucking on it avidly. Whitney turns his head to the side, deepening the kiss, twisting is fingers in Clark’s hair.
Clark slides his hands to cover Whitney’s ass, pressing their erections together. The pleasure that zings through him makes him gasp as Clark pulls his mouth away from Whitney’s. “Shit, I’m gonna come, we have to stop.” Whitney nuzzles and kisses Clark’s neck, one hand running down Clark’s chest and stomach until he cups Clark’s crotch, squeezing hard. Clark hisses and bucks into Whitney’s hand, shuddering as he comes hard. Clark buries his face in Whitney’s neck, mumbling, “Shit. I’m sorry, Whitney.”
Whitney rubs his hand over Clark’s back. “Don’t apologize, that was hot.” Clark pulls away, looking down into Whitney’s face, uncertain. “It was?”
“Hell, yes.” Whitney presses up against Clark, kissing him deeply. He pulls back, smiling. “So, you forgive me?”
Clark grins suddenly, “Yes, Whitney, I forgive you.” And seals it with a kiss.
Hope you like it, sweetie. *kisses*
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*apologizes for hijacking Joanne's B-day post*
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*headdesk* Is that why no one is reading it? *sighs* Must repost then.
Glad you enjoyed!
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I shouldn't be surprised. It was you. I could probably get into CLana that you write. Not that you do or should, mind you. *smiles*
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Maybe we should challenge each other! Only, I dunno if I could stand to write ChLana. Or LaNell, hee. That's just gross though I think Lyle has written some. Not sure.
Wanna challenge each other?
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Sure! I could try some Chlana on for size.
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Thank you, so much *hugs and kisses*
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