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scribblinlenoreWell, my meeting lasted way longer than I was expecting, but I did manage to finish the next section of the story. Here it is, along with the previous parts.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Half an hour after the end of the school day, and the whole building has gone silent, the student body, even the faculty, having fled like the place was burning down. It is Friday, after all, and everyone else has something better to do, everyone but Lex, and his recalcitrant charge.
The large, round clock ticks unnervingly loudly in the stillness. Clark sprawls at his desk, not the usual one at the back of the room, but right up front, at Lex's insistence. It's easier to keep an eye on him this way. Not that this is much of a challenge, of course. Making himself keep his eyes on his book is so much harder.
He's rereading Habits of the Roman Empire, in anticipation of the next unit he'll be teaching, but his mind keeps wandering, improvising a story of its own. In it, he is a Roman general, banished from the capital by his duplicitous father, sent out to the hinterlands to try to achieve what glory he can. He leads a raid on a small village in Germania, which falls easily to his superior forces. The villagers, the rebellious ones at least, are killed, the rest taken as slaves, but there is one boy who catches his notice, wide green eyes that follow Lex's every move, a mouth that begs to be kissed, to be used. He gives the boy a choice, be sold to strangers or serve him, and takes him into his tent that night, to show him what such servitude would mean. Afterwards, the boy bends his head in quiet acquiescence, accepting his place by Lex's side, in his bed, and for the first time since his bitter exile began, Lex feels a lightness in his heart, like there's some hope of recovering all that he's lost.
The sound of a throat being a cleared and a tentative "Mr. Luthor?" snap him out of his pleasant reverie.
He scowls, not happy to be interrupted, even by the object of his fantasy. "Yes?"
Clark seems abashed by Lex's brusque tone and stammers, "I, um-- I finished the exercises at the end of the chapter. What should I do now?"
Lex studies him a moment, considering the possibilities. At last, he says, "You can answer some questions for me."
Clark shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "I'll try."
"You can start by telling me what you have against history."
Clark frowns. "I don't know what you mean."
"I did some checking," Lex tells him, and Clark's fidgeting turns even more restless. "You're doing well in your other courses. Turning in your homework. Answering questions when called on in class. Getting high marks on your tests. So why aren't you doing any of that in my class?"
The boy stares miserably at the top of his desk. "I'm sorry, Mr. Luthor."
"I'm not looking for an apology, Clark," Lex says impatiently. "I'm asking for your help. What am I doing wrong? How can I make this more exciting for you?" He hastily adds, "And for the rest of the students?"
Clark's eyes go wide. "It's not that!" He leans forward, very earnestly. "I think you're a great teacher."
Lex smiles tiredly. "Then why aren't you learning anything?"
"I'm learning stuff," Clark insists, his chin lifted stubbornly.
"Oh, really? Care to demonstrate this mysterious knowledge you've acquired?"
"Well..." He takes a deep breath. "I was thinking a lot about what you said before, you know, how Alexander lived such a short time and yet he made such an enormous impact on history, and that had to do with how good he was at coming up with strategies and battle plans and stuff like that. So I got that book you recommended out of the library. You know, The Generalship of Alexander the Great. And I thought what was most interesting about it was not really the battle stuff--although that was good, too--but how politically smart Alexander was. How he could be a statesman when he really needed to be, and that contributed to his success almost as much as being a great general."
Clark is out of breath by the time he finishes, by far the most he's ever had to say in Lex's classroom. He watches Lex with a nervous, hopeful expression, seeking his approval.
"That's a very intelligent analysis of the book," Lex tells him.
Clark's face lights up, and his cheeks turn pink.
Lex's tone turns sterner, "I do, though, have to wonder why I don't see more of this initiative in your school work. You're obviously an intelligent person, Clark. Why are you achieving so much less than you're capable of in my class?"
"Um, well," he gives Lex a shy, hesitant glance, "maybe I just need special attention?"
Lex presses his lips together. "If you needed more help, why didn't you come to me sooner?"
"I was embarrassed?"
Lex sighs. "Never let something like that stand in your way, okay?" Clark nods, and Lex says, "Good. Let's meet after school two afternoons a week until you're caught up. Say Tuesdays and Thursdays?"
Clark breaks into a huge, luminous smile. "Thanks so much, Mr. Luthor. I really appreciate it."
Lex nods. "Now why don't you start by writing me a thousand words on what you learned from the book you read, in more specific detail. I have a copy of it over there on the shelf." He nods in the direction of the bookcase.
"Sure thing, Mr. Luthor." Clark bounces up from his desk and goes to get it, happier than Lex has ever seen one of his students to be assigned a paper to write.
Lex goes back to his own book, but it's getting hot in the classroom, and it's hard to concentrate. They turn off the air conditioning as soon as the school day ends, and the windows don't open. Lex pulls a bottle of water out of his backpack, Tynant, because he may be a pauper, but he refuses to act like one. He twists off the cap and takes a long swallow, resting the bottle against his lips as he continues reading. A half-strangled little noise from Clark makes him glance up.
"Is everything all right?"
The boy is staring at him wide-eyed, face flushed, pulling self-consciously at the hem of his shirt. "I, uh-- I have to go to the bathroom."
He jumps to his feet and hurries from the room, knocking into several desks on his way out. Lex continues to stare in confusion at the empty doorway for several minutes after he's gone.
Here's your last poll in preparation for the final section. The second question is advisory only. I may or may not be able to take your suggestion, depending on what you choose for question one. But I'm interested to know what you'd like, and I'll give it a shot if I can!
Oh, and thanks to everyone for playing along. I've had so much fun!
ETA: Oops! I forgot to set a poll-closing time. Since this is the last one, I'm going to leave it open until I go to bed tonight.
[Poll #487134]
Poll Closed: You want Clark jerking off, and you're going to get it! I'll try to make it sweet. Somehow. *g*
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Half an hour after the end of the school day, and the whole building has gone silent, the student body, even the faculty, having fled like the place was burning down. It is Friday, after all, and everyone else has something better to do, everyone but Lex, and his recalcitrant charge.
The large, round clock ticks unnervingly loudly in the stillness. Clark sprawls at his desk, not the usual one at the back of the room, but right up front, at Lex's insistence. It's easier to keep an eye on him this way. Not that this is much of a challenge, of course. Making himself keep his eyes on his book is so much harder.
He's rereading Habits of the Roman Empire, in anticipation of the next unit he'll be teaching, but his mind keeps wandering, improvising a story of its own. In it, he is a Roman general, banished from the capital by his duplicitous father, sent out to the hinterlands to try to achieve what glory he can. He leads a raid on a small village in Germania, which falls easily to his superior forces. The villagers, the rebellious ones at least, are killed, the rest taken as slaves, but there is one boy who catches his notice, wide green eyes that follow Lex's every move, a mouth that begs to be kissed, to be used. He gives the boy a choice, be sold to strangers or serve him, and takes him into his tent that night, to show him what such servitude would mean. Afterwards, the boy bends his head in quiet acquiescence, accepting his place by Lex's side, in his bed, and for the first time since his bitter exile began, Lex feels a lightness in his heart, like there's some hope of recovering all that he's lost.
The sound of a throat being a cleared and a tentative "Mr. Luthor?" snap him out of his pleasant reverie.
He scowls, not happy to be interrupted, even by the object of his fantasy. "Yes?"
Clark seems abashed by Lex's brusque tone and stammers, "I, um-- I finished the exercises at the end of the chapter. What should I do now?"
Lex studies him a moment, considering the possibilities. At last, he says, "You can answer some questions for me."
Clark shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "I'll try."
"You can start by telling me what you have against history."
Clark frowns. "I don't know what you mean."
"I did some checking," Lex tells him, and Clark's fidgeting turns even more restless. "You're doing well in your other courses. Turning in your homework. Answering questions when called on in class. Getting high marks on your tests. So why aren't you doing any of that in my class?"
The boy stares miserably at the top of his desk. "I'm sorry, Mr. Luthor."
"I'm not looking for an apology, Clark," Lex says impatiently. "I'm asking for your help. What am I doing wrong? How can I make this more exciting for you?" He hastily adds, "And for the rest of the students?"
Clark's eyes go wide. "It's not that!" He leans forward, very earnestly. "I think you're a great teacher."
Lex smiles tiredly. "Then why aren't you learning anything?"
"I'm learning stuff," Clark insists, his chin lifted stubbornly.
"Oh, really? Care to demonstrate this mysterious knowledge you've acquired?"
"Well..." He takes a deep breath. "I was thinking a lot about what you said before, you know, how Alexander lived such a short time and yet he made such an enormous impact on history, and that had to do with how good he was at coming up with strategies and battle plans and stuff like that. So I got that book you recommended out of the library. You know, The Generalship of Alexander the Great. And I thought what was most interesting about it was not really the battle stuff--although that was good, too--but how politically smart Alexander was. How he could be a statesman when he really needed to be, and that contributed to his success almost as much as being a great general."
Clark is out of breath by the time he finishes, by far the most he's ever had to say in Lex's classroom. He watches Lex with a nervous, hopeful expression, seeking his approval.
"That's a very intelligent analysis of the book," Lex tells him.
Clark's face lights up, and his cheeks turn pink.
Lex's tone turns sterner, "I do, though, have to wonder why I don't see more of this initiative in your school work. You're obviously an intelligent person, Clark. Why are you achieving so much less than you're capable of in my class?"
"Um, well," he gives Lex a shy, hesitant glance, "maybe I just need special attention?"
Lex presses his lips together. "If you needed more help, why didn't you come to me sooner?"
"I was embarrassed?"
Lex sighs. "Never let something like that stand in your way, okay?" Clark nods, and Lex says, "Good. Let's meet after school two afternoons a week until you're caught up. Say Tuesdays and Thursdays?"
Clark breaks into a huge, luminous smile. "Thanks so much, Mr. Luthor. I really appreciate it."
Lex nods. "Now why don't you start by writing me a thousand words on what you learned from the book you read, in more specific detail. I have a copy of it over there on the shelf." He nods in the direction of the bookcase.
"Sure thing, Mr. Luthor." Clark bounces up from his desk and goes to get it, happier than Lex has ever seen one of his students to be assigned a paper to write.
Lex goes back to his own book, but it's getting hot in the classroom, and it's hard to concentrate. They turn off the air conditioning as soon as the school day ends, and the windows don't open. Lex pulls a bottle of water out of his backpack, Tynant, because he may be a pauper, but he refuses to act like one. He twists off the cap and takes a long swallow, resting the bottle against his lips as he continues reading. A half-strangled little noise from Clark makes him glance up.
"Is everything all right?"
The boy is staring at him wide-eyed, face flushed, pulling self-consciously at the hem of his shirt. "I, uh-- I have to go to the bathroom."
He jumps to his feet and hurries from the room, knocking into several desks on his way out. Lex continues to stare in confusion at the empty doorway for several minutes after he's gone.
Here's your last poll in preparation for the final section. The second question is advisory only. I may or may not be able to take your suggestion, depending on what you choose for question one. But I'm interested to know what you'd like, and I'll give it a shot if I can!
Oh, and thanks to everyone for playing along. I've had so much fun!
ETA: Oops! I forgot to set a poll-closing time. Since this is the last one, I'm going to leave it open until I go to bed tonight.
[Poll #487134]
Poll Closed: You want Clark jerking off, and you're going to get it! I'll try to make it sweet. Somehow. *g*
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Date: 2005-05-03 10:30 pm (UTC)**diiiieesssss**
Oh yes. Can't wait for the next part. :)
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Date: 2005-05-04 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-04 09:42 pm (UTC)Hah!
Date: 2005-05-03 10:38 pm (UTC)Re: Hah!
Date: 2005-05-04 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 10:41 pm (UTC)And who the hell would blame him?
I know I"m going to love whatever you do to wind this one up! Being a schmoopy old broad, I'm hoping that Lex will end up leaving but then reconnecting after a suitable interval with an older, less jail bait Clark...
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Date: 2005-05-04 09:43 pm (UTC)Thanks for playing along, doll! I had so much fun with this. :)
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Date: 2005-05-03 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 09:43 pm (UTC)Yay! I was finally able to vote in time!
Date: 2005-05-03 10:43 pm (UTC)Re: Yay! I was finally able to vote in time!
Date: 2005-05-04 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 09:44 pm (UTC)Or possibly he's just been blinded by the innocent farmboy smile.
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Date: 2005-05-03 11:29 pm (UTC)Hee! Well played Clark! And I love that Lex hasn't cottoned on yet.
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Date: 2005-05-04 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-03 11:54 pm (UTC)I very much enjoy playing along here! :)
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Date: 2005-05-04 09:47 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed the story!
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Date: 2005-05-04 12:09 am (UTC)Oh, man, Lex, you fell into that one!
Something tells me shystudent!Clark knows exactly how to bait his hook!
And there's no way I'm getting out of this without sounding incredibly phallic, so I'll shut up now. :X
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Date: 2005-05-04 09:49 pm (UTC)Thanks for playing along!
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Date: 2005-05-04 12:12 am (UTC)See this is why I choose "sweet and sour" for the advisory question, because Clark is sooooooooooooooooooooo hot for Lex's body. His bad flirting and mind melt when Lex starting drinking his water. HeeHee.
But Lex should still be a little conflicted about debauching Jail-bait!Clark, just a little and not enough to stop.
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Date: 2005-05-04 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-04 04:58 am (UTC)Don't try too much, I mean it should be educational, after all and learning is hard.
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Date: 2005-05-04 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-04 03:06 am (UTC)Also:
"Um, well," he gives Lex a shy, hesitant glance, "maybe I just need special attention?"
Clark! You sly dog! Hee!
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Date: 2005-05-04 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 04:38 am (UTC)That Clark - he is not merely a shy one, but also pretty sly as I see it. What a clever boy, and he has good taste, too. I love that Clark is plotting on his own while Lex is spinning historical erotic fantasies. Yes, Clark is definitely the more pragmatic one in this relationship.
After reading this I would have gone with the "jerking off" as well, while before I wanted Lex to take the initiative and give a blowjob. But, as so often, I was too late for the poll anyway, and it was a good thing, too.
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Date: 2005-05-04 05:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-04 10:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 01:15 pm (UTC)Ahem.
So far, this is just about perfect. Really reallay good and i can't wait to see what comes next!
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Date: 2005-05-04 01:25 pm (UTC)How is failing student suppose to learn anything if the teacher is going to baby him??!!
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Date: 2005-05-04 01:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 02:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 04:55 pm (UTC)SMART BOY! :P
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Date: 2005-05-08 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-07 07:09 pm (UTC)