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- 1-Purple Hearts
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“Hee
hee, Tee hee hee.” A small Hispanic woman covered her mouth,
her eyes shining brightly.

Clark
held up the pair of lavender silk boxers with large purple hearts.
The fabric fluttered in the would-be gale blasting from the huge fan
in the corner of the laundromat. Without thinking, he clutched the
shorts to his face and inhaled deeply. The male scent of Lex
exploded into his brain.

“Hmmmmmmmm.”
God he smells good.

More laughter brought Clark back to his senses and he
blushed as he pulled the shorts away from his face. Clark tried to
appear calm as he checked the care tag on the inside of the elastic.
Can you wash silk boxers? Why the hell had Lex left his underwear in
his dirty laundry anyway?

“Dry
Clean Only...” Clark mumbled. Fuck!

Stuffing
the shorts in his pocket, he finished loading the washing machine
with everything he had... except the boxers. He knew he was supposed
to separate colors from whites, but Jesus! Having clean clothes was
expensive. The gleaming porcelain monster was hungry and 16
quarters later Clark closed the lid. His jeans and dark socks had
been washed so many times, color no longer leached onto his lighter
things.

Clark
left the laundry basket on top of the machine to identify it when he
returned. Attached to the laundromat was a dry cleaners and he
walked through the connecting glass door. A cute, young blonde was
behind the counter and she smiled as he approached.

“Good
afternoon, how may I help you?” Her blue eyes sparkled as they
roamed up and down Clark’s body. A tag announced her name as
‘Cheryl’.

“Uhhh,
how much is it to dry clean a pair of silk boxers?” Clark
pulled the shorts from his pocket, trying not to look at the blonde
or the huge purple hearts. He was going to kill Lex!

“Niiice.”
Cheryl murmured, tapping her pen.

“Excuse
me?” Clark looked up, wondering if she meant him or the
boxers.

“$7.95
sir.” She said cheerfully.

“What?
For one pair of shorts?” Clark couldn’t believe his
ears. He shook his head. “When can I have them?”

“Day
after tomorrow.” She began to write up the ticket.

“Wait,
the sign says 1 Hour Cleaning.” He didn’t want to
come back in two days. Lex was coming over tonight.

“The
one hour service is an additional charge of $4.25 on an item of this
size.” Again Cheryl smiled at Clark.

“You
mean it will cost me $12?” Clark was incredulous.

“$12.20
plus tax. The total would be...” She punched in the numbers
on an old Texas Instruments calculator. “$12.98.” The
bright smile returned.

Clark
stuffed his hand into his pocket and came out with $17 in bills and
50 cents in change. Damn! He was supposed to be buying the pizza
tonight, and that was the last of his cash until Friday. Lex had
bought the last two Wednesdays and Clark had insisted on paying
tonight. Would Lex eat a plebeian hot dog and chips from the vendor
up the street from his apartment? He could probably spring for kraut
too. Fuck! He needed another part-time job... but then he’d
never see Lex at all. Sure, he had a great scholarship which
included a living allowance, but that barely covered the rent at his
run-down place. And he was determined not to take money from Lex.

“Sir?”

Clark
was drawn out of his deepest thoughts. “Okay, one hour.”
He counted out the money and took the receipt. “I’ll be
next door babysitting my laundry...” He started to leave the
counter.

“Sir,
I need the garment.”

“Oh.”
Clark released the pair of shorts and Cheryl dropped them in a
plastic bag. It reminded Clark of the CSI shows on TV where the
investigators put forensic evidence in small bags and say, “Bag
it.”

Clark
checked his watch as he folded his dry clothes. It had been an hour
and 15 minutes since he’d delivered Lex’s silk shorts for
cleaning. A rather large, well-muscled young man now stood behind
the counter. He had a name tag that said ‘Tad’. His
hair was bright red with white tips that stood in spikes on top of
his head. The sides of his head were shaved close. He sported about
a two days growth of stubble on his cheeks and chin which only made
him look younger. Tad’s physique was well displayed in an
orange muscle shirt with a picture of a long legged naked woman bent
at the waist, peering between her legs, winking. Clark winced.

“Hi,
I’m here to pick up some one hour dry cleaning,” Clark
said trying not to stare at the glorious muscles in front of him.
Fuck... he could look, couldn’t he?

“Got
your ticket?” Tad’s voice was deep and resonant and sent
erotic chills down Clark’s spine.

“Uh,
yeah.” Clark handed the receipt across the counter. Tad
brushed his fingers over Clark’s as he took the ticket.

Tad
smiled slightly, looked the receipt number up on the computer and
disappeared behind some black curtains in the back of the store.
Clark’s knees felt weak and small droplets of sweat broke out
on his upper lip. His cock grew hard, pressing against the front of
his jeans. This wasn’t supposed to happen with anyone but Lex.
Quickly, he dug out his cell phone, hit speed dial and adjusted his
erection.

“Luthor.”

“Hi
Lex,” Clark’s breathing slowed when he heard Lex’s
voice and his knees regained their rigidity. “I’m glad
to hear your voice.”

“Yeah?”
Lex sounded pleased. Clark could picture him swiveling in his
office chair to stare out the glass wall behind his desk.

“Uh,
what time are you coming over?” Clark looked up, but Tad was
still in the back. Clark groaned as he pressed his hand against his
cock.

“Clark,
is anything wrong?” Lex asked. “You sound... upset.”

“No,
I’m fine. I just wanted to hear your voice. Can you come
early... say around 7:00?”

Pause.

“I
don’t see why I can’t pack up now. I’ve finished
with the important stuff. I can be at your place... say in 40
minutes?”

“Sounds
great Lex,” Clark sighed in relief. “I really do love
you Lex.”

Just
then Tad appeared at the counter, eyes drifting to Clark’s
crotch.

“Me
too, Clark.” The phone clicked off.

Clark
pushed the phone back in his pocket and reached for the cleaning
package. Fuck! The shorts were folded in a clear plastic bag for
everyone to see.

“Your
boyfriend’s?” Tad asked, eyes gleaming.

“Uh,
yeah,” Clark said, placing the package on top of his laundry
basket. His erection was suddenly a thing of the past.

“He’s
really lucky, you know.”

Clark
smiled, “No, I’m the lucky one.”

God,
what was that horrendous smell? Lex stepped into Clark’s
apartment wrinkling his nose. He hung his suit coat on a hook next
to the door which substituted for a coat closet in the rat trap Clark
lived in. Lex really hated coming here. He was sure the resident
mice population danced on Clark’s dishes and nested in his
glasses. He always took his drinks out of the cans or bottles. When
Clark offered a glass, he politely declined, referencing less dishes
to wash later.

Knowing
he was not smelling pizza, Lex only hoped it was Clark’s
leftover lunch or better yet, garbage. Yes, garbage would be best.
Unfortunately, the sour aroma grew more pungent when Clark entered
the small living room from the tiny kitchen.

“Hey
Lex,” Clark smiled brightly. “I know this is supposed to
be pizza night, but I thought we might try something different.
Don’t want to be caught in a rut!” He set the plates on
the badly scratched coffee table.

Did
he say rat? Oh... rut.

“Lex,
come sit down.” Clark gestured toward the couch.

“So,
what is for dinner?” Lex asked casually as he slowly
approached the smelly offering.

“Umm,
hot dogs with sauerkraut. I thought we could try some German
cuisine.” Clark looked tense. “Oh, chips and I have a
few of mom’s chocolate chip cookies from yesterday. She
brought some to the Planet... wanted to meet some of my friends.
Friends! They hardly know me working only a few hours a week.. I
managed to hide most of them.”

“German...
cuisine.” Lex pursed his lips. God! There was no way he was
going to eat fermented cabbage. Clark would just have to
order in pizza as usual. “Clark, while I appreciate the
spontaneity of tonight’s choice, I think we should stick with
our usual fare. Why don’t I order and you can wrap up your
sausages for another time.” There. That was diplomatic.

Clark
looked crushed as he picked up the plates and walked back into the
kitchen. Lex heard the rustling of foil wrap and he sighed in
relief. How long would the smell linger? Lex picked up Clark’s
cell phone and called in their usual pizza order. It would arrive in
45 minutes.

Lex
smiled. Time for some serious making-out. He stood to see if Clark
needed any help, and heard quiet muttering coming from the kitchen.
He walked into the tiny alcove to find Clark leaning over the sink,
looking like he’d lost his best friend.

“Clark,
what’s wrong?” Lex mentally kicked himself for hurting
Clark’s feelings about the food. “I’m sorry, but
if you want German food, let me take you to a real German
restaurant.”

“Oh,
Lex!” Clark turned to Lex and buried his face in his hands.
“I know hot dogs and kraut wasn’t anything I
should have tried to serve you.”

Lex
pulled Clark’s face up to look at him. What was going on here?
Obviously much more than some damn hot dogs.

“Lover,
tell me... what’s really wrong.” Lex wrapped his arms
around Clark and stroked his back.

“I
couldn’t afford pizza tonight, Lex.” Clark shook and Lex
held him tighter. “I had an unexpected expense that used up
most of my cash.”

“Hey...
it’s okay.” God, he loved this boy. “That’s
nothing to be embarrassed about. Why didn’t you call and I
could have picked up the pizza on my way over. Or we could have gone
out.” There. Problem solved... trauma over.

Clark
pushed away. “You don’t understand!” Clark was
angry now. “You don’t know how it feels to barely scrape
by on a few hours of part-time work a week. Coming up with a measly
$12.98 for some dry cleaning... Hell, you don’t even have to
carry cash. Everyone in Metropolis knows where to send the
bills.”

Okay,
something was going on that had nothing to do with hotdogs. Clark
had run out of money and his pride was deeply hurt. He could
understand pride... Luthors had plenty of it. But Kent pride went
above and beyond any and all pride. He had to tread carefully.

“Remember
when my father threw me out of the mansion?” He traced Clark’s
jaw with his fingers. “I had nowhere to go, no money either.
Believe me, I felt like the lowest scum on the earth. Luckily I had
a wonderful friend with a loving family who took me in.”

“That
was nothing, Lex.” Clark’s voice hitched.

“It
was to me.” Lex held him at arms’ length. Wait...
something else was lurking in Clark’s eyes. “There’s
something else bothering you too. Tell me.”

Clark
looked down and mumbled something almost inaudible.

Lex
strained, but couldn’t hear. “Clark, look at me. I
can’t hear you.” He knew something serious had come over
the boy.

“Lex...
uhh, I cheated on you today.” Clark said miserably, his hazel
eyes misting up.

Lex
dropped Clark’s arms. No! His world began to spin and rage
rose in his throat. He swallowed. “What did you say?”

“Lex,
I got hard looking at another man,” Clark hung his head. “I
couldn’t help it... he was flirting and...”

“You
were aroused?” Lex said, reeling in his rampant anger. Clark
was confessing his physical reaction to another man? “You got
hard? That’s all? You didn’t fuck him?”

“God
no! I’d never do that!” Clark grabbed Lex’s face
and kissed him deeply. “You idiot! I love you. How could you
ever think that?”

“You
said you cheated on me...” Lex ran his fingers down Clark’s
chest and heard the boy moan. He felt the boy’s hardening cock
against his hip. He loved how responsive his lover was. “Clark
you can’t help your body’s reaction to an attractive guy.
That isn’t cheating.”

“It
felt like it was.” Clark murmured. But, I never want anyone
but you, Lex. Forever.”

“Marry
me.” Damn, what did he just say? He rubbed Clark’s
erection with the heel of his hand. “Marry me and live with
me. You are my whole world Clark.”

The
doorbell rang. Fuck! Lex pressed his lips to Clark’s
forehead.

“Don’t
move.” Lex rushed to the door. He grabbed the pizza boxes and
threw a $50 bill at the astonished delivery boy. He dumped the boxes
on the coffee table and looked around for Clark.

Clark
emerged from the bedroom with a small clear package and handed it to
Lex.

“Do
you know how much it costs to dry clean one pair of lavender silk
boxers with large purple hearts?” Clark was grinning now.

“$12.98?”
Was that a lot? Lex had no clue. He just knew it was a lot of
money to Clark.

“Uh
huh.” Clark nodded, pulling Lex close. “But I will get
my money’s worth out of you... if it takes the rest of my life.
How much sex will $12.98 buy me?”

“More
than you’ll ever need.”

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