It’s June.

Jonathan would say don’t do it. Other kids don’t have the option. Responsibility is its own reward.

Martha would say do it if it’s right.

Lex would say do it big.

Pete would say do it and don’t get caught.

Chloe would say Clark and forget the rest as she dragged a hand up his bicep. He’d flex.

Lana would smile and never say a word.

The cows wouldn’t care.

Lex wins.

In the hall Clark hits three sprinkler heads with heat blasts.

Claxons sound. Water ruins everything. Teenagers file out loudly and sloppily.

School’s out for today.

Summer Escape

Clark exits triumphant and soaked.

Clothes plastered to skin like his smile is attached to his face.

Chloe and Pete jump into her car headed for the Talon with more plans to cool off on a sweltering day.

Clark walks toward them.

Silver purr of German engineering slides to a stop by him.

Window glides down. Voice floats out.

“Heard the alarm, need a rescue?”

The words promise help but the tone threatens danger.

Clark smooths slick hair out of his face, bicep flexes, muscle warms.

Lazy green meets sharp blue.

“Mind wet jeans?”

Door opens. Farmboy enters. Billionaire wins.

Summer Drive

The door closes with a satisfying clunk. Silence in the car alive and panting.

Wet white shirt. Dark jeans. Brilliant smile.

Soft silk shirt, grey. Pants, black. Eyes, shining.

Machinery in motion as top, silver, slides and glides revealing one perfectly smooth scalp and one carelessly tousled head.

Kansas heat as wind becomes a constant caress.

Farmboy muscle.

Playboy cool.

Sly smiles. Outright laughter.

“So what did you do, Clark?”

“I did it big.”

“Nice.”

“I like to think so.”

“Watch it, bad can be addicting.”

“Yeah?”

“Never mind.”

“Where are we going?”

“Do you care?”

“Not much.”

“Okay then.”

Summer Scents

Green and clean as the boys drive through the heartland.

Coffee and hazelnut as Pete and Chloe are hit by artificial cool at the Talon.

Pink and sweet as Lana walks toward them and grins.

“Who did it?” asks Lana.

“You complaining?” answers Pete.

“You avoiding answering?” counters Lana.

More smiles and Chloe looks amused.

“Guys, there’s only one solution” she begins.

Four deep brown eyes turn toward her and Pete takes the opportunity to inch closer to the soft.

Chloe, missing nothing, leans in and tells them, “Clark knows.”

Lana, sensing giddiness, says “That’s one secret he can keep.”

Summer Trip

The road stretches limitless and varied.

Numbers like prayers and signs like fortunes.

No particular destination. No specific direction.

Just on and on and far and fast. Quick and easy. Life on fun.

Lex speeds when Clark smiles. Clark grins as Lex shares.

Connection without thought and friendship without cost.

Colorado.

“Oooops.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m a bad, bad man.”

“Well known, but why bring it up?”

“Well in approximately 45 seconds?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll have transported a high school student across state lines.”

“Lex?”

“Mmmm?”

“You’re not slowing down.”

“No.”

“Good thing I’m eighteen.”

“Very good.”

“You’re a bad, bad man.”

Summer Excuses

“I have chores.”

“The teachers are crazy. I have so much homework.”

“The cows need care.”

“The horses need attention.”

“My Dad will kill me.”

“My Mom will worry.”

“The tractor’s acting up.”

“Because you’re a Luthor.”

“There’s just something strange about it.”

“Chloe will look for me.”

“Pete needs me.”

“There’s something weird going on at the mill.”

“Metal fatigue.”

“Junk mail.”

“I’ve got to go.”

“Lana’s in trouble.”

Something’s going to have to be said.

Lex is silent.

Clark opens his mouth. Catches eyes, maybe reads mind.

Lex quirks, not verbal.

Clark breathes. Feels. Decides.

“Lex? You hungry?”

Summer Choices

Clark makes a phone call and lucks out. Martha answers.

Crisis diverted although explanations will be demanded.

She’ll contain Jonathan.

Night falls.

Chloe, Lana and Pete talk big. Plans gel.

Suddenly there’s a bonfire and kegs and the woods are alive with the sound of freedom.

Lex and Clark stop in the shadow of the Rockies and laugh at themselves and giggle at the menu.

Buffalo and oysters neither want to look in the eye.

Local delicacy or not, they really prefer theirs attached.

Whether to themselves or to the poor sheep, they believe balls are best on whole boys.

Summer Heat

It’s too late to go home.

It’s too great to let it end.

He’s too cute to be real.

He’s too happy to be trusted.

There’s a moonlit pine scented walk back to the car.

There’s a little sway so that hips, arms, legs brush soft and tentative.

Move a little right, spin left.

Move a little close, find one spot, hold and slide.

Eyes meet. Smiles reach. Thoughts shift.

Eyes close. Arms hold. Hearts are.

Lips touch. Skin sings.

Lips find home. Bodies sink. Time stands still.

Mouths stretch. Tongues explore. Boys tangle.

Mouths laugh. World expands. Boys breathe.

Summer Promises

The kiss lasts forever but it’s not enough.

Clark wants more, knows he should stop. He doesn’t have a plan.

Lex pushes until he grins as he hears a moan pulled from on deep.

Clark holds fast, trying to keep balanced.

Lex plays, not trying to win. Knows he already has.

Lips soothe, smooth and crumble defenses.

Clark ends up turned about. Body braced against the hood.

Lex moving between long legs.

Heat happens.

Clark wants something for himself.

His mouth moves down Lex’s neck. Short sharp bite, long defined lick.

Moans and pulses. Lex groans and Clark declares victory.

Summer Stories

There is a boy named Lex and another named Clark.

Jonathan accuses Lex of kidnapping.

Martha laughs. No one takes Clark anywhere he won’t go.

Jonathan knows this.

It doesn’t make it any easier.

The boy named Clark looks at the one named Lex.

His smile says everything either wants to say.

It’s soft sounds, hard touch, whispers and a magical drive to nowhere.

The smile is the beginning and middle and the later.

Lex accepts the smile and the boy and the promise.

A prediction come true.

Metropolis a beacon.

Thoughts like hope.

Love like flight.

Boys like summer.