A thumping dance rhythm pounded through Clark as he wove through
the mass of bodies reaffirming their life forces on the dance floor.
Dodging elbows and sliding out from under the stray hands that landed
and lingered on his body, Clark squeezed out of the jumble of limbs
and ducked into an arched marble alcove just as two sated men stepped
out of it. The inside of the archway probably saw a thousand sexual
acts a night. It was time he and the marble both had a break from
Breathing in the hot air, thick with the scent of expensive colognes
and underlying sweat, Clark searched the large room.
...Tall, blond, muscular. Leather pants, no shirt…eyes stagnant
and murky like swamp water. No, not him. He might not remember the
terms of their agreement the morning after.
...Burnished skin, glitter flickering high on cheekbones, white-silver
glinting on two fingers and belt buckle as he rolled his hips, grinding
back against the zipper of a pair of tight black pants. His mark
turned, chin raised by a loose fist that bore a flash of metal that
matched his partner’s. The glittered man smiled then nodded
towards Clark, gesturing in his direction. Clark retreated deeper
into the darkness of his cubby.
Clark wanted one, not two. He had to start somewhere, yes, but
he could at least make this comfortable for himself.
Well, relatively comfortable anyway.
Another candidate pushed through the door of the club and Clark
made his way out of the shadows for a closer look.
Good looking, and that would definitely be a bonus. Well-dressed,
but then again, everyone in here shopped on runways instead of in
department stores. This man wore a shimmering shirt that slid over
tight abdominals and slick leather pants that clung like saran wrap
in all the right places.
Clark moved to the edge of the dance floor and stepped up onto
an empty platform, moving his body to the thrumming pulse of lights
and music, ignoring the tight pull of self-consciousness in his
chest. Hands on the thick metal railing in front of him, he narrowed
his eyes and looked through leather and more leather, into the wallet
of the man he’d been watching.
Four hundred dollars in cash. Clark briefly considered, tempted.
It seemed like a lot of money. A lot of money, but he’d
read that the truly wealthy, the kind of man he wanted to find tonight,
didn’t carry cash or plastic. He shook his head absently at
the concept of having so much money you no longer needed to pay
for anything. Okay, so… shit. Back to square one.
Absorbed in his thoughts, Clark spun and hopped off the platform,
heading back for his still-empty hole in the wall, and stepped headlong
into the path of…well, a candidate. God, how
fucked up was it that he was thinking like this?
Clark’s attention was drawn first to the man’s hands
that, lifted in defense, spread wide on Clark’s chest. Heavy
gold rings adorned long, manicured fingers, hands that looked strong
and… capable? Clark’s x-ray vision confirmed the misshapen
knuckles were a result of old breaks.
He automatically scanned the man’s pockets and his billfold
revealed what Clark had been looking for all night. No cash, no
credit cards. The jeweled cuff links that sparkled from snow-white
cuffs and the rich fabric of a dark, well-cut suit were all the
additional proof Clark needed. This man with a boxer’s hands
was undoubtedly wealthy enough for his purposes.
He raised his eyes to meet the stranger’s, who was looking
at him with open appraisal. Older, but handsome, blond haired silvered
at the temples. Arctic blue eyes, cold and distant, and Clark caught
himself suppressing a shudder as he looked into them.
“Pardon me.” The thick Russian accent clung in Clark’s
ears as the man’s touch slid lower and harder, rubbing over
his stomach and ribs in anything but apology.
Clark swallowed hard and tried to breathe, shaking his head and
forcing a smile. “No, it was my fault. Excuse me.”
The accent would be distracting. The hands, he imagined, would
grope like this even in the most intimate of caresses. Whatever
happened between them, it would be taken from Clark with little
or no regard for his pleasure—his feelings.
The man tilted his head and looked down, licking his lips in the
direction of Clark’s zipper. “Let me buy you a drink?”
Not really a question with his hand moving to grasp Clark by the
elbow. The man could guess what Clark was—what he was trying
Frozen stiff on the battlefield in his mind, caught between real
need and near-paralyzing fear, Clark found himself considering his
options for the fiftieth time that night. His mind raced through
the list of jobs he’d considered, through crimes that would
never be solved, all the possible solutions that didn’t involve
compromising his honor.
As low as this choice ranked on the rungs of the morality ladder,
it wouldn’t hurt anyone.
One large, hard hand cupped his cock and Clark stopped breathing.
He smiled and stepped back, freeing himself. “Thanks but…
I don’t drink.”
Panic spurred Clark and he moved fast, slipping into a cluster
of gyrating bodies and glancing over his shoulder to see a strikingly
naked head appear over the Russian man’s shoulder.
Siphoning out the blaring music, Clark heard the words that formed
on pink, smirking lips. “No luck, Sergei?”
Clark grinned and ducked his head, effectively hiding himself from
the Russian’s sight as he craned his neck, searching the crowd.
“I want him, Alexander. Did you see him?”
“I saw him. He looked young.”
“I like them young, Alexander. Young like you.”
Straining to hear each word that seemed to be spoken unknowingly
in his defense, Clark wrapped his hands around the hips that rubbed
insistently back against his in the mindless movements of the group.
The music fell beneath his hearing, echoing far away like he was
in the bottom of a barrel, and Clark closed his eyes, reluctantly
letting hands roam over his body as he waited for the bald man’s
voice to find his ears again.
“I haven’t mixed business and pleasure in years, Sergei.
Besides, what would my father think? Let’s get you another
drink and see if we can’t find another nice young man for
you to frighten.”
Clark lifted his head and opened his eyes, finding a crack in the
jostling bodies and watching as the younger man clamped a hand hard
on Sergei’s shoulder and led him to the bar.
Clark tested it on his tongue, voice loud and uninhibited under
the roar of the music. As if he’d heard, Alexander turned
and smiled fast but genuine. Predatory and sincere. The wink cinched
it though, and Clark knew.
He wanted Alexander.
But Alexander, as sexy and compelling as he was, wouldn’t
be hard up for sex, wouldn’t need to hook up with someone
like Clark. He looked young, too. No way he could possess the kind
of independent wealth Clark needed.
No, Clark needed someone who coveted youth and chastity. Someone
with fangs who wanted to sink his teeth into fresh meat.
Someone like the man Alexander was with. Sergei, he’d called
He’d hoped for someone nice, but Sergei could work. He’d
be able to distance himself from this man easily, take himself out
of the situation and put himself somewhere else while it happened.
From the way Sergei was tossing down shots, Clark figured at least
his first time would be quick. After that, well… he’d
just have to find a way to deal with it. Maybe he was only in town
for a few days—maybe this whole thing could be over by the
end of the week, and he could put it all behind him.
Maybe he’d get to spend time with Alexander, too.
He circled the dance floor, heading for the bar where Alexander
stood, looking right at him while talking to Sergei. Clark tried
to look casual at first, ambling through cliques of men that blossomed
up in his path, but then he stopped, eyes flitting across his goal,
and he saw Alexander relax back, arms propped on the bar behind
him, ankles crossed. The picture of confidence.
And Clark’s wavered.
Even at this distance, Clark could make out the crystal clear gaze
of blue, blue eyes, the sheen of sweat forming slick on Alexander’s
temple, the pink of full, sensual lips. Sergei’s back was
turned; he was swallowing another glass of the clear liquid, arm
raising in the air to toast each gulp. Alexander barely acknowledged
the Russian as Clark began to move again, this time with obvious
purpose, eyes locked on Alexander’s.
He was breathtaking. Bald, yes, but Clark couldn’t imagine
hair concealing that pale skin; couldn’t picture this man
with hair at all, even when he squinted his eyes and tried.
The smooth skin flashed white and blue and purple under the shock
effect of the lights, but it was most stunning in the brown-grey
darkness between the strobes, shining there from under the white
collar and dark tie. Bound up in propriety when Clark felt the waves
of individuality seeping into the air between them as he approached.
Starched and formal in the confines of hand-tailored fabric, Alexander’s
casual facade didn’t fool Clark. Underneath the cool exterior,
Clark could tell a beautiful body was aching to be free, to connect
with air and heat and skin. And Sergei was… a business partner?
No. Someone he was schmoozing, taking out on the town and showing
him a good time for the sake of the company. Alexander’s eyes
narrated the scene for him as he parted another crowd and stepped
A hard worker then, even if he did come from money. Or maybe he’d
earned every penny himself, working for someone else.
It didn’t matter which, not for his purposes.
He was targeting the Russian after all. Alexander was just…
a nice distraction. Something to take his mind off what he was doing,
and make the situation more… real at the same time.
He held Alexander’s appraising…no—admiring—gaze
and chanted self-assurances in his head.
You can do this, Clark. You’re fine...
you can do this. Just keep moving... breathe.
Clark’s mantra faltered and he froze mid-step as a wide,
knowing smile flashed across Alexander’s face. Oh fuck.
What if he wanted to watch? It was more than Clark could handle,
more than he was up for this first time. He couldn’t imagine
looking into those eyes while huge, rough hands groped and grabbed
at his skin. Couldn’t imagine faking pleasure, making sounds
that Alexander would hear and undoubtedly know were just an act.
Clark turned away and started back towards his corner, but a hand
wrapped around his bicep, squeezing hard.
The hand yanked him back and Clark shifted his weight to keep his
balance, his back pressing hard along the muscles of Alexander’s
chest. The voice in his ear was already familiar—one he could
have picked out of a crowd if he’d had to.
“Didn’t you want to ask me something before you run
Clark licked his lips, trying to summon words from somewhere underneath
the white-hot thrumming of his pulse. “I… You—”
“What’s your name, pretty boy?”
breath tickled hot on his earlobe and Clark tilted his head into
the voice, eyes rolling back in his head and closing as he fought
down the urge to turn and take.
um… Clark. But you can call me…” The line Clark
had practiced all night in his head stopped up his throat as a strong
hand rubbed down over his stomach and covered his cock. It wasn’t
that good of a line anyway.
I like it. I know what you’re after, Clark, and I’m
sure you’ll find Sergei more than willing to provide it. Join
my friend and me outside.”
hand slid heavily up over his arm as he backed away, leaving Clark
to turn and stammer after him. “I’m…” Clark
looked between the two men who were watching him so intently, and
steeled himself. Now or never. “Okay.”
gave him an approving nod before turning for the exit. Sergei smiled
and stood, hand landing possessively, low on Clark’s back
as they worked their way through the crowd to the club doors.
tried to ignore the palm scorching its way through his t-shirt and
instead concentrated on the way Alexander moved through the crowd—fluid,
unconcerned, like the crowd parting before him was his due. Sex
personified. If he wasn’t there when it happened
with Sergei, Clark knew whose face he would be picturing behind
closed eyes. He shook his head, mumbling to himself as they exited
the club. “Here goes nothing, Kent. Don’t screw this
eased into the soft leather seat of the limo, directly across from
Sergei and the boy. The chill blast of the air conditioning cleared
his senses of the cloying smoke and heat of the club, and the early
summer’s humid night. He reached for a glass on the bar, suspecting
he’d rather his senses be a bit dulled for the evening’s
next agenda item. “Shall I have the driver drop you both at
the Ritz?” he asked solicitously.
you disappoint me. It’s early yet. Surely your daddy lets
you stay up past midnight?”
He’d wanted nothing more than to scrape this piece of shit
off his shoe all evening, but he couldn’t be that lucky. He
swallowed a glass of scotch and poured another, regretting his earlier
resolve to remain sober tonight. “What exactly did you have
in mind, Sergei?”
a little fun with the boy.” The Russian seemed to have a limitless
tolerance for vodka and was pressing a shot into Clark’s shaking
hands as well. Lex watched as the boy threw back his lovely head,
long throat arching, swallowed, and held out his glass for more.
pressed the driver’s intercom. “Take us around the park.”
eyes were on him again, big, frightened. A babe lost in the wilderness.
softly spoken, holding the boy’s rapt attention, “You
said you didn’t drink.”
confusion and a quick, guilty glance at Sergei as the boy remembered
brushing him off in the club, and Lex knew then exactly why Clark
had come with them. Stupid kid.
way over his head if he thought tonight could be about anything
other than him getting thoroughly fucked. Christ, you didn’t
walk into a place like Epitaph looking like a fucking wet
dream in faded denim, approach the two wealthiest men in the
club—who half the people present, the better half
and the more astute of the working boys, would have happily pointed
out—and think for one second that you weren’t going
to be treated like the piece of admittedly high dollar trade you
um… don’t normally…” Clark appeared as surprised
as Lex was when Sergei tossed back one more shot and went down on
his knees to the floor of the limo, quickly unbuttoning the boy’s
jeans and tugging them down past slim, squirming hips. “Um…”
was a move Lex hadn’t expected from the arrogant Russian,
but he couldn’t fault the motivation. Clark was perhaps the
most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, all the more desirable
for his bumbling bashfulness, even if it were an act. Lex strongly
suspected that it was not. He wore innocence and naivete like a
cape on his broad shoulders, and now he was going to shed it forever.
felt a stab of regret even as his cock hardened at the erotic tableau
before him. Clark’s long, strong body thrummed with tension
as he appeared to fight his response to Sergei’s busy mouth.
Eyes squeezed tightly closed, long tan fingers digging into creaking
leather, his head thrashed slowly in denial.
mewling whimpers mixed with wet, sucking sounds that Lex envied
Sergei for, and fine perspiration broke out on hotly flushed skin.
Honey and rose-petaled perfection. A wet tongue swept out to linger
on slack warning-red lips and Clark must have heard Lex’s
low moan because he was looking right at him then, perfect fuck-me
mouth open and panting, eyes glazed but issuing mute appeal.
held his gaze, willing the boy to be calm. “It’s okay,”
he heard himself whisper, unaccountably, and then Clark was bucking
into Sergei’s mouth, coming with desperate, pained little
noises, fucking beautiful, grasping with his eyes, refusing
to allow Lex to release his shocky, wide-pupiled stare.
was all over in only a minute or two, confirming Clark’s rather
inexplicable inexperience as much as the look of complete astonishment
on his face. Lex wondered if perhaps Clark had played with girls
up to this point and was just exploring his attraction to men. That
would make a little more sense, because how the boy had gotten this
far in life unmolested was really beyond his comprehension.
heaved his large frame onto the seat beside an endorphin-drugged
Clark, whose heavy eyes kept drifting open briefly, as if to verify
Lex’s continued presence in the limo. He was a pornographic
picture of corruption, t-shirt pushed up and jeans pulled down to
reveal an expanse of bronzed Adonis, limp cock laying red and glistening
in a dark thatch of hair. Thoroughly debauched.
delicious,” Sergei confirmed, wiping his thick lips with a
snow white handkerchief, before switching to Russian. “Do
you want to fuck him first, Aleksandr? I’ll
bet he’s as tight as he looks.”
other night he’d be flying high on a morality-numbing cocktail
of coke and ecstasy and hard alcohol. He wouldn’t think twice
about fucking Clark half a dozen different ways. Lex felt slightly
nauseous though his cock swelled hopefully. “That’s
very… gracious of you, but no. I’m sitting
this one out. Don’t let me stop you, though.”
wasn’t listening to him, instead he groped at the rapidly
resurfacing Clark, who scrambled away from the rough hand snaking
between his legs. “Are you, boy? Are you a tight little virgin?
Whose big cock do you want to feel first in your little hole?”
Sergei. Could you be any more vulgar?” Lex didn’t
hide the disgust he felt for the older man any longer, his voice
was thick with it. “I don’t think he’s frightened
enough. And a word of advice to you, Clark,” he watched as
the boy quickly refastened his jeans. “You’d be wise
to get your fee up front with this one.”
looked like he’d been thrown a lifeline, the opening he’d
been waiting for all night, no doubt. “Um, right… Well,
I am a virgin, so I was thinking—”
grinned big at his earnest attempt at negotiation before Clark’s
shaking voice was interrupted by a snarling burst of Russian.
game are you playing at, Aleksandr?” Sergei looked
pointedly at Lex’s bulging trousers. “You want him
and I want you. Now you’re going to show me a good
time like your father told you to do.”
us all about his disappointment with you, Leksi. In St.
Petersburg.” The man’s voice dropped menacingly. “You
know, he fears it might take a really nasty bit of business for
you to finally stop your whoring. I think he might be right.”
let his eyes go cold with warning, jaw clenching involuntarily as
he considered his move. How much his father might have said, and
how much the Russians might have learned about him through readily
available gossip or even published scandal, he didn’t know.
Whether or not his next words were a bluff, he couldn’t be
certain. Not when his father was involved.
repeat myself one more time, because it’s clear you’re
drunk,” Lex said. “ I am not included in your negotiations
with Luthor Corp. My father’s offered you and your partners
a very generous deal which I imagine they would be loath to have
fall apart under your rutting libido.” Lex watched the steely-eyed
man turn more apoplectic with every stabbing word. He charged relentlessly
forward, ignoring Clark’s careful silence and Sergei’s
indignation. “He did not offer me, and in all my days of whoring
I was never so far gone that I would have found you appealing in
the big man’s hands were fisted in Lex’s collar and
he was being shaken like a rag doll, considering too late that perhaps
one ought not to provoke a man reputed to be a former KGB
agent—even one past his physical prime, even on American soil.
you little shit,” he spat, “You’ll show me some
respect, and you’ll show me a good time, or you’ll
have more to worry about than explaining to your daddy why you let
his deal fall through.”
off, Sergei. Get your hands off of me.”
managed to keep the panic he felt rising in his chest from sounding,
but one look at Clark and it all threatened to spill over. The boy
was wild-eyed, tugging on Sergei’s jacket, pleading, “Hey,
you don’t need him. Come on, don’t you want to…
fuck me, now? Like you said?”
situation was so absurd—surreal and ringing of a demented
after-school special, and Lex felt slightly hysterical until the
muscular older man dealt a vicious backhand to a perfectly sculpted
absorbed the blow and turned back to Sergei in fury. Hope sparked
that together they might overpower the man until he found a long,
cold blade pressed under his chin.
froze, breath burning in his chest. He fought the urge to swallow,
knowing the knife would slice at the first movement of his Adam’s
was held at bay by the threat and stayed back while the car was
pulled over at Sergei’s demand. Lex kept his eyes on the knife
but could feel the boy watching him, looking for an opportunity
to act, perhaps. His head was clearing by the moment, and he began
to pray Clark wouldn’t do anything irrevocably stupid.
were deep in the darkness of the park when the blond man ordered
Clark out of the car.
I’m not leaving. I’m not gonna let you do this to him.”
think you should just get out of the car.” Lex said calmly,
feeling more confident now of being able to defuse the situation
without the boy’s interference, and if he couldn’t…well,
he calculated the odds of Sergei actually killing him to be extremely
low. Regardless, the indignity of having the scene deteriorate into
an operatic tragedy in which he featured as the damsel to Clark’s
doomed hero was too depressing to contemplate.
Clark glared at Sergei in open defiance guaranteed to set the tyrant
off, and Sergei, perhaps feeling more confident of Lex’s cooperation,
lunged at him with the knife.
was over before Lex could shout a warning. Clark had a furious Sergei
face down on the floor, one arm twisted painfully behind his back,
while Lex snatched up the knife which had been knocked to the floor.
need to call the police.” Clark sounded completely reasonable,
Lex thought dizzily, almost as if being attacked by crazy knife-wielding
Russians were all a part of his day’s work. His work as a
police, please.” He flashed Clark one of his many smiles,
slight smirk tempered by a touch of self-deprecation. “I can’t
afford for this to make the papers, and besides, you’re as
likely to end up in jail as our friend, here.”
didn’t break from form, quickly following Lex’s lead,
and with little additional discussion, they left the richly dressed
man sputtering and lost in one of the worst sections of the park.
Doubtless Clark thought he was getting off easy.
you need a doctor?”
No, I’m okay. Are you?” Clark was looking him over intently.
fine,” Lex answered, wiping away a trickle of blood from under
his jaw. “I could have sworn I saw you grab the knife blade
with your hand. You’re not cut?”
held up his hands for inspection. “Nope. Missed me, I guess.”
directed the driver to the penthouse then sat back and stared at
Clark, marveling at his calm, until the boy squirmed under the scrutiny.
“You moved fast. Have you had training?”
questions seemed to make Clark more uncomfortable, but he answered,
“Nothing formal. My dad taught me some stuff.” He looked
somewhat hopefully at Lex, “You know, I did try to get work
as a personal bodyguard, but I couldn’t get hired without
nodded. “They’re highly sought-after positions. Very
Clark mumbled dejectedly.
don’t keep bodyguards,” Lex answered the question that
hung in the air, “But I would like to engage you for your
eyes dropped in embarrassment, shame written plainly on his face.
Lex felt exasperation swell quickly to irrational anger. His cock
considered Clark to be sublimely fuckable, and the boy was clearly
for sale, but this reluctant routine was going to wear thin quickly.
what exactly do you think you’re doing?”
raven-haired youth took his meaning instantly. “Trying to
make money, obviously,” he shot back.
do you intend to continue doing so by giving it away for free?”
raced across the perfectly drawn features before Clark answered,
“What do you mean? I haven’t done anything yet.”
marveled at the level of naivete. “What do you think? That
Sergei was doing you a favor?” He practically screamed.
Christ, the boy needed a keeper. Which brought him back
to the discussion at hand. He took a deep breath and asked more
collectedly, “How much do you need?”
raised an eyebrow. Quite a lot of money for a boy to need, but practically
chump change to himself. Finally they were getting somewhere. “What
does that get me?”
do you mean? You get… me.”
noticed distractedly that they’d pulled into the penthouse’s
underground parking. “Yes, I gathered that, Clark. For how
brows pulled together as Clark fidgeted in his seat. A truly terrible
negotiator, Lex mused, but still he seemed to have somehow gained
the position of power because he had Lex hanging breathless on his
demands. At this point, Lex would probably agree to twenty thousand
for a single blowjob from that unbelievable mouth.
do you think is fair?” Clark asked, chewing on his bottom
lip, and Lex felt another smile spread across his face. His shark’s
I don’t know, Clark. I’d have to see what I’m
purchasing, first.” He let his eyes eat the boy alive for
a moment before suggesting they continue their conversation upstairs.
Clark agreed, rapid breath hitching in a way that suggested anything
had to give Sergei credit for one thing: the man had excellent taste.
begin again, shall we?” Long white fingers extended towards
him and Alexander’s patient smile drained some of his apprehension
away. “Lex Luthor. And you are?”
shook the offered hand, a smile twitching on his lips. This guy
had seen him get blown and now they were going to play
civilized? And Luthor. As in fertilizer-plant-owning, Metropolis
aristocracy, slimy, deal-breaking Luthors? He shook off the stale,
echoing curses Pete had made at every Luthor success they’d
read about in the paper over the years.
K-” Clark looked at the floor, suddenly acutely aware that
he was giving out his identity to a total stranger. A stranger who
looked at him expectantly, and with soft, patient eyes. “Clark
Clark Kent, it’s late and no doubt I’ll have a lot of
ass-kissing to do come morning.” Lex—it fit him better
than ‘Alexander’—tucked his hands in his pockets
and lifted his chin. “Let’s get on with it.”
was looking at him expectantly, all cool reserve and commanding
presence. So fucking sexy even just standing there, and there had
to be a catch because there was no way Clark was this lucky.
slowly sucked in a deep breath, steadying himself. Apprehension
twisted in his belly.
was it—he was actually doing it.
scenes flashed across his mind and he saw himself sucking Lex off,
tasting the come coating his throat as he swallowed hard, Lex pulling
him to his feet, then pushing him down on his hands and knees on
silk sheets, hands sliding over his hips to grip and yank as Lex
drove inside. The tangle of arms and legs and sheets and sex in
his head did nothing to soothe his nerves, even as the knot of fear
low in his stomach changed to something… else.
shifted his weight; the short-lived friction of a seam rubbing against
his cock was a torturous tease. He felt his face heating, but guessed
that Lex would probably be pleased that he was already ready for
action. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who enjoyed waiting
on other people to catch up.
jerking up, bringing him right back to the moment. Lex’s head
was cocked to one side, impatience written on those beautiful features.
So what do you want? I can… I’ll do anything you want.
You can do anything you want. To me.” His own voice sounded
thick in his ears, young and shaky despite his resolve to do this.
rocked back on his heels, smirking. “Your idea of ‘anything’
may be a bit… underdeveloped, Clark. Don’t make promises
you’ll be unwilling—or unable—to deliver on.”
warning was tempting, but no, he wouldn’t have any boundaries.
He’d decided that early on, after listening in on the negotiations
between other men and x-raying his way into macabre sex games in
the back rooms of the bar. No rules warranted the highest price,
the most payout for the least amount of ‘work,’ if it
could be called that. And as much as he believed he would enjoy
this, it meant he could get his life back to normal that much sooner.
I know some guys like… like pain or control. Dom—domination.
S&M. And, um…that’s fine. I’m up for anything.”
Clark shrugged, trying to instill an air of casualness into a sentence
he never imagined he’d say.
eyes narrowed and his tone changed from amused to all business.
“So you’re into those things?”
don’t know.” This wasn’t about him anyway. “It
doesn’t matter, really.” He was curious though, wanted
to know what he was getting into. “Do you? Like it, I mean?”
taste varies. And it does matter, Clark. Don’t fool yourself
into thinking that just because this is a business proposition,
your trick shouldn’t care about your preferences.” Lex
closed the space between them with a step forward. “You won’t
satisfy many customers if you don’t participate in what’s
happening.” A finger lifted his chin, Lex’s eyes searching
his. “And I doubt you could pull off a ruse of pleasure. Those
eyes don’t look capable of lying convincingly.”
tried to keep his voice steady. “I… I wouldn’t
lie to you.” It sounded like a lie, even to him.
turned, walking across the room as he spoke. “No, I’m
sure you wouldn’t.” Pouring a drink, Lex’s voice
was smooth and confident. Demanding but not threatening. “Undress.”
fingers went to the hem of his shirt, obeying before his mind could
really catch up and wrap around the idea that another man was going
to be looking at him naked, appraising him like cattle.
up and off, Clark stood up straight, flexing his muscles as subtly
as he could. Lex’s back was turned and Clark bit his lip in
drained the glass he’d poured and turned, eyes sliding up
his body with calculating slowness. “Good. And the pants?”
pants? Fuck. Okay. Fuck. Why was this so hard? Why
couldn’t he just distance himself? It’s not like Lex
hadn’t seen most of him anyway, in the limo. God, and he must
look like a fool.
crossed to him, a small smile curling his lips. “You’re
not shy, are you?”
sucked in air as Lex’s cool fingertips tickled into the waistband
of his pants, rubbing along his stomach.
leaned in close to his ear, warm breath sending chills down his
spine. “I promise this won’t hurt.”
hands worked the button and zipper on his pants and Clark tilted
his head back, eyes closed and pulse pounding in his ears as Lex
mouthed the skin on his neck.
slid into his open pants, cupping his cock and Clark reached out,
hands connecting with Lex’s chest, then rubbing up to wrap
on either side of his face. Before he could stop himself or even
wonder if this was something Lex wanted him to do, his mouth was
sliding on Lex’s, opening under the insistent push of a hot
parted, eyes closed, Clark rocked into the hard grasp of the hand
on his cock. He groaned against the open mouth that moved on his
and barely caught himself as the hand and lips stilled then disappeared.
opened his eyes and saw Lex licking his lips and shaking his head.
“So fucking young.”
down between them at the hardwood floor, he felt his face flushing
you should find another profession, Mr. Kent.”
eyes connected with the mocking blue of Lex’s, and Clark held
them fast, his nudity barely tugging at the edge of his mind. He
was sick of the games, sick of being teased and humiliated. He obviously
didn’t know what he was doing, but he was tired of bumbling
his way through this conversation while Lex laughed at him. He was
ready to have it over with, ready to fuck or be fucked and just…
put it behind him. And after all of this, he began to wonder if
Lex was just fucking with his head and really had no intention of
going through with it.
this isn’t a lifestyle choice. It’s barely even a choice
at all. I’m—I’ve never done anything like this
and it’s obvious that you have, so just… tell
me what your terms are.”
filled the room with the straightening of his spine, with his fading
smile and the mask of seriousness that fell over his face. Clark
held his breath as Lex began to speak.
month. Ten thousand up front, another ten at the end of 30 days.
Six evenings a week—Saturdays at my discretion—you’ll
come here, or wherever I choose. We’ll see if your definition
of ‘anything’ matches mine.”
It was longer than Clark had expected. He’d known the average
price for this kind of work from his spying at the club, but he’d
expected his youth and virginity to be worth more. Lex was young
himself, though, so maybe he didn’t care about that. Maybe
he’d be happier if Clark had some experience.
a month sounded good…short even. The price of month’s
work, even this kind of work, seemed so little to pay for his mother’s
peace of mind. He could do it—could manage some excuse about
working in the city to answer any questions she had.
Here, with Lex.
smiled wide and laughed. “You don’t have a father waiting
on your porch with a shotgun, do you?”
dad’s dead.” Clark’s chest tightened, his heart
thumping hard against his ribcage. “Can we just… get
stared at him for a moment, features unreadable, then stepped into
the next room with a murmured, “Wait right there,” closing
the door behind him.
reached down and fastened his pants, then bent to retrieve his dropped
shirt, checking to make sure the tag was in the back and slipped
it on, grateful for the thin cloak of modesty.
around the penthouse, he sank into the stark surroundings that betrayed
no evidence of a real personality. He couldn’t believe someone
with such a commanding presence lived in this dead space.
entire wall was covered with a built-in bookcase and Clark resisted
the impulse to check out Lex’s taste in literature. He was
a little surprised to realize how much he wanted to know this man,
understand him beyond his sexual preferences. The spines of the
books glinted with gold lettering and he did recognize some of his
favorites, some of the titles Chloe and Pete had scoffed at when
they’d caught him curled up in his loft reading. His fingers
twitched with the urge to pull the handsomely bound edition of To
Kill a Mockingbird off the shelf and flip through it, looking for
his favorite scene, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t here
for fun. This was business.
tuned in to the room that Lex had gone into and heard the silky
voice giving curt orders.
Right… I would assume somewhere near Metropolis, but that’s
not been confirmed.”
voice on the other end of the line didn’t hesitate. “Runaway?”
don’t believe so. Just get me the usual.”
I can lay my hands on?”
Tomorrow afternoon at the latest.” The receiver was hung up
and Clark pulled back out of the room to the silence that surrounded
him. He hadn’t budged from the spot where he’d been
left, but when Lex appeared in the doorway again, he caught himself
stepping backwards toward the entry.
past—his secrets—were going to be examined by…
Jesus, he didn’t even know whom. This was a bad idea,
even with an employer he felt he could trust… fuck.
An employer he knew nothing about, except what he’d read in
the papers, and some of that wasn’t good at all.
didn’t have resources—couldn’t run background
checks. The trust he’d felt at Lex’s confident and careful
handling of their arrangement wavered and fear washed over Clark
like a wave.
was done though, and Clark couldn’t back out now. He needed
to make this work—had to make this work. Another
opportunity like this might be months in the making. Or, hell, why
not be completely honest? An opportunity like Lex Luthor was never
going to come around again. To make all the money he needed with
just one man, a man he couldn’t read well, but one he felt
he could trust. And even if he did act like he couldn’t put
two intelligent sentences together whenever Lex was in the room,
his body responded automatically to the man, and Clark didn’t
need any “professional experience” to know that a natural
connection like that didn’t come along often.
didn’t have a choice; he’d have to risk the investigation
if he wanted to do this.
um… should we get started?”
home, Clark. Be here tomorrow at six—we’ll finalize
was a forceful dismissal, one he was clearly not supposed to resist,
so Clark turned on his heels and left, the mix of surprise, apprehension
and self-satisfaction swirling in his head.
poured himself a neat and liberal scotch from the heavy crystal
decanter and determinedly refused to look at the bar clock glowing
in the periphery of his vision. He’d be far better off if
the boy didn’t come back tonight, so complete had been the
error in his judgment. It hadn’t taken his father’s
fury or even his cutting disdain over the all but blown Nabokov
deal this morning for him to reach that inescapable conclusion.
suspect he would have put out for you, Lex,” his father had
scoffed, “even without your white knight routine.”
had of course put his own spin on the evening’s events and
Lex saw little to gain by defending himself on that point. The man
would be dealt with. So Lex had sat quietly, jaw clenched in anger,
and waited for his father’s lecture to reach a more productive
level. Which it quickly did.
agreed that the deal could be repaired with little more than a token
show of contrition on Lex’s part—Nabokov needed Luthor
Corp in St. Petersburg far more than Luthor Corp needed to be there,
and both parties knew it. Cheap labor was plentiful in Eastern Europe,
after all, but international corporations were hardly lining up
to jump in bed with the Russian mafia, however profitable the venture
was Lex’s dignity that took a rather harder hit than the deal
last night, and not in his dealings with the crude Cossack. No,
it was the ease with which a puppy-eyed teen from the sticks had
manipulated him into the sweetest deal a rank novice in the field
could have hoped for—twenty thousand dollars for a pretty
virgin who might prove unimaginative and unenthusiastic, a bore
beyond the undeniable pleasure of being the first to fuck him.
Clark was pretty, and Lex woke up this morning drugged
with the memory of his kiss, nervous and eager and unbearably innocent.
Lex would pay for that…purity. Money enough to wallow in the
decadence of taking it and exit with a clear conscience after he’d
allowed the thought that’d gnawed at the edge of his consciousness
all day to take form, wondered if Clark would show after having
a day to think about their arrangement. He’d given Lex total
latitude on all matters sexual. The canvas was blank and the palette
full of rich, dark colors just waiting to be dipped into and spread
there. Surely a boy like Clark would have second thoughts about
what ‘anything’ could really constitute.
investigators had delivered a thick file on the Kents before he’d
even left for work this morning. Clark Kent was apparently the most
anomalous, most inexplicably mysterious open book Lex had ever read.
A straight ‘A’ student, son of organic farmers—Lex
smirked, wondering if that would ever cease to amuse—reporter
on his high school paper—Lex would have preferred
him a few years older—and frequent accidental hero.
been surprised to learn Clark’s intervention with Sergei last
night wasn’t the first such incidence. In fact, he had an
apparent knack for being in the right place at the wrong time, saving
lives, putting out fires. But he’d been too late to save his
own father in what was described as a ‘freak’ farming
police report stated Clark had just arrived home from school with
a friend to find his mother screaming for him. In a rush of adrenaline
he hadn’t merely lifted the three-ton combine; he’d
flipped it, rolling it away. Or so the officer had reported. Lex
was somewhat skeptical of that particular detail. Whatever actually
happened, he’d been too late for Clark’s father, and
over the last 12 months the farm’s debts had risen like a
stagnant tide. The paltry life insurance policy on Clark’s
father had been eaten away by debtors within weeks, and their land
had been parceled off to remaining creditors until all that remained
was the house itself and a few acres of surrounding orchards. And
a mortgage with a balance very near twenty thousand dollars.
Clark Kent didn’t deliver on the promises intrinsic to his
sinful mouth and eager eyes, well, Lex had at least contributed
to less worthy charities. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder
if he’d gotten it all wrong. Perhaps he’d had more to
drink last night than he thought, because surely no one’s
mouth held that much promise.
musings were interrupted by the low buzz of the intercom. He walked
to the door of the penthouse and thumbed the button without waiting
for the visitor’s name to be announced. “Send him up,
sir, Mr. Luthor.”
a variation on last night’s jeans and t-shirt, Clark looked
much as Lex had recalled. Young and farm-fresh, with bashful downcast
eyes, clutching a ratty backpack in big, likely calloused hands.
Clark mumbled a “hey” in Lex’s general vicinity.
Clark,” Lex said in an even tone, not moving from his spot.
“You can put your bag down anywhere.”
looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time, or perhaps
as if he weren’t seeing it at all. Lex had to admire his courage
in getting this far, as terrified as he clearly appeared.
a cashier’s check for ten thousand dollars on the table.”
Lex nodded to indicate the long formal dining table behind Clark.
“Your background check was in order, obviously. As we agreed,
you’ll receive the remainder when the terms of our agreement
dropped his bag on the table and touched the check with his fingertips,
leaving it where it lay. He turned and met Lex’s eyes unblinkingly.
didn’t tell me last night that you’re still in high
18,” he declared. “I’ve graduated.”
still living at home? Won’t your mother wonder where you’re
spending your nights?” Lex searched Clark’s apparently
open face for any hint of deception. Playing with a boy like Clark
could leave some with the impression that Lex had vulnerabilities
to exploit. That would be a mistake. “She won’t be phoning
the authorities, I trust?”
shook his head. “No, of course not. I told her I have a night
job. She doesn’t expect me home.”
very well-paying night job. I’m sure she’d be proud.
Then again, you’re a teenager. You probably don’t care
what she thinks.”
stricken expression on the boy’s face confirmed his blow was
accurately aimed. A tremor slid through Clark’s voice as he
answered, “No, she wouldn’t be proud. And yes, I do
care, but… Lex, I don’t think our agreement included
talking about my mom.”
not too late to change your mind, Clark. You’ve yet to do
squeezed his eyes closed and sighed deeply, then spoke with calm
determination. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do,
but… I need this money. There isn’t another way.”
opened his eyes and Lex nodded his understanding, feeling something
like sorrow for the choice the young man had made threading through
the immense satisfaction he felt on his own behalf. He wanted Clark
badly, his throbbing cock weeping a protest at the unexpected offer
to let him off the hook.
considered the tall, awkward farm boy shifting nervously beneath
Breathtaking. Hot as fuck. There simply were not enough superlatives
to do sufficient justice.
want to look at you, Clark. Will you take your shirt off for me?”
courtesy was easily extended when there was no question of Clark
refusing the request, and Lex’s cock twitched even before
a golden expanse of skin was revealed. Clark dropped his shirt on
the table behind him and flattened his tousled bangs in a disturbingly
satisfied himself that there was nothing boyish in the broad muscular
shoulders, smooth chest and small pebbled nipples, lean ribs and
narrow line of silky dark hair that disappeared temptingly beneath
low-slung jeans. Mesmerized by the blush that crept up Clark’s
body, finally disappearing into his hairline, Lex set his drink
on a side table that brought him closer to Clark, straightened and
made the request he knew might be refused.
on your knees.” Lex’s quietly-voiced demand was met
with a slightly shell-shocked look. Not the best of signs.
Clark blinked at him.
to start out as one means to go on, Lex reminded himself when something
that felt suspiciously like guilt washed over him. Guilt.
Over asking his extremely well-paid amateur escort to suck him off.
He could practically hear his father’s laughter ringing in
want to fuck your mouth,” he said, choosing his words with
purpose. “That’s best accomplished with you on your
earlier offer to let Clark off the hook was a mere courtesy; he
knew this was the moment of truth.
the boy didn’t hesitate to cross the short distance between
them, stumbling past his own feet twice before he reached Lex and
dropped heavily to his knees. Dark lashes fell to blazing cheeks
a moment before large hazel eyes were lifted deliberately to meet
his. So damned earnest, and what did he want Lex to see
in their depths, he wondered?
threaded his hand through thick curls, rubbing the silky strands
between thumb and forefinger before fisting, anchoring his hand
in the warmth. His eyes roved over Clark while he released himself
from his trousers with his free hand. Over flawless skin, honey
toned and just as sweet, Lex knew with certainty. Over strawberry
lips, full and ripe, begging to be tasted, and slightly parted in
unconscious sensuality. A natural.
the base of his throbbing erection, Lex pulled Clark forward until
the head of his cock bumped and slid across that mouth, leaving
a slick trail that Clark’s shiny pink tongue hesitantly sampled.
Clark’s brows furrowed at the new taste but after a moment
he tilted his head back, exposing a long, supple throat, he and
opened his mouth wider in blatant invitation. Lex didn’t disappoint.
He held Clark’s wide, worried gaze as he slid into the soft,
felt Clark’s tongue move experimentally against the underside
of his cock, stroking firmly against the long vein while Lex pressed
further into the soft heat. Hazel eyes flared in panic when Lex
nudged the back of Clark’s throat. He released Clark’s
hair, slid his hand around to grasp the nape of his neck, traced
the hollow of one perfect cheek with the other, and pushed resolutely
past the resistance, into the maddeningly tight sheath of Clark’s
pushed until he was buried, until he felt Clark breathing heavily
through his nose against Lex’s smooth belly. He waited there
in that moment with Clark swallowing down his gag reflex, blowing
hard and loud like a racehorse, throat muscles rippling along Lex’s
hard length. Strong hands clutched at his hips, bruising him perhaps,
but he was too far gone to be sure.
in this boy’s body and his eyes; lost in the perfection of
the supplicant before him.
hips began to thrust of their own accord, seeking release. No chance
he’d last long, not with Clark making noises, whimpering sounds
that Lex could tell had as much to do with need as fear, and Lex
closed his eyes against the sight of him sucking hard on his cock,
cheeks hollowing with the effort, swallowing convulsively to bring
Lex off. He threw his head back and listened to Clark moan low in
the back of his throat, felt Clark’s moan in the
base of his spine and his sharp thrusts became fast and sporadic.
Felt his flesh swell and harden in the moments before he came down
Clark’s throat with a hoarse cry.
swallowed twice before choking on the thick liquid, releasing Lex’s
softening cock to cough and wipe at his lips and chin with back
of his hand.
leaned heavily on Clark’s shoulders for a long moment before
brushing the hair back from the boy’s face, wanting to see
his eyes, body sated enough for his brain to click into damage control
was trembling beneath his fingertips, still licking his lips to
rid himself of the remains of Lex’s orgasm. He turned his
face up to Lex, blushing bright with embarrassment, eyes showing
complete amazement. But his coy smile was something else, entirely.
Clark was… pleased with himself, all but gloating
over his success.
reeled slightly at the unexpected thought. One month. That was all
the time he had with Clark, and more than he would need. He pulled
himself upright and adjusted his clothing with practiced efficiency.
have some work to finish up, Clark. When you’re here, I want
you to make yourself at home.” Lex tilted his head to indicate
the entertainment center. “DVDs, stereo, CDs. There’s
a bar in the corner. Sodas.” Lex briefly considered explicitly
granting permission to Clark to drink his liquor, but decided against
it. He wouldn’t stop Clark from doing so, but there were plenty
of laws already being trampled without encouraging them.
blindly retrieved his own untouched glass of scotch as he strode
out of the room without a backward glance.
his eyes to relieve the strain of sitting too long in front of a
glowing screen—with the exception of his meals and Clark’s
arrival he’d been on-line since being dismissed by his father
this morning—Lex mentally played ‘connect the dots’.
He couldn’t see exactly where they were leading him, but the
path was taking him through some unsavory terrain. Sergei’s
meltdown the previous night had solidified his previous unease about
the St. Petersburg venture.
was convinced that they were dealing with one of the more established,
non-violent factions of the notoriously powerful Russian mafia.
The Nabokovs were deeply rooted in that city’s banking industry
and had been doing business with the West for years, even before
the fall of the Soviet empire. But under closer scrutiny, Lex could
see a changing-of-the-guard had been taking place in the organization’s
upper echelons. Whether Sergei was anomalous or an indication of
the group’s new leadership had yet to be determined, and further
investigation would have to wait till morning.
clicked his laptop closed and reached for Clark’s file with
a resigned sigh. He’d accomplish nothing more tonight; his
mind was too firmly focused on the boy down the hall and the insistent
ache in his groin.
pulled the photo free of academic transcripts and financial statements
and drained his glass of the aged scotch, savoring the rich amber
liquid. Why should he have any more qualms about enjoying Clark
than he would feel at pouring another glass of the expensive liquor?
It wasn’t as if purchasing sex was unfamiliar to Lex. He’d
never had to, strictly speaking, but he frequently chose
it as a convenient route to physical release sans inevitably
one-sided emotional entanglements.
this was different. He’d never kept anyone before.
He knew his father occasionally kept women, but for recreational
purposes, Lex was more partial to men and hadn’t met one yet
he trusted to be totally loyal. What was the benefit of keeping
a partner long-term beyond the assurance they were and would remain
clean? Lex frankly found the variety of his bed partners more than
compensated for the annoyance of condoms.
Clark Kent appeared to be the exception to his rule and Lex was
at a loss how to proceed. Contrary to his earlier fear, and despite
Clark’s innocent demeanor, the boy was anything but
unresponsive, and imaginative or not, Lex couldn’t foresee
himself growing tired of him anytime soon.
did such a boy reconcile selling his body with the rest of his life?
By all accounts he’d had a Rockwellian upbringing, his father’s
tragic death notwithstanding. Lex could imagine the difficulty of
being a gay teen in a town the size of Smallville—the name
said it all—but could that account for the apparent ease of
this double identity?
stood and stretched the stiffness from his limbs. He was being foolish,
all but hiding in his office when the object of what was
fast becoming an almost obsessive fascination was waiting to fulfill
his every fantasy. It shouldn’t matter to him what the boy
might end up feeling at the end of their arrangement. Pain or regret
or shame—it didn’t matter. He’d offered
himself up to Lex and the deal was done. That price was Clark’s
to pay, and Lex vowed not to let it weigh on his conscience any
made his way down the corridor and found Clark sitting motionless
in the dark, silent living room. He hadn’t turned on the TV
or stereo, not even the lamp sitting within easy reach. Feet flat
on the floor, all long legs and awkward clenched hands, he seemed
to be shrinking in on himself, lost in his thoughts. Dwelling on
Lex’s earlier power play, perhaps, and worrying over what
was to come, and that couldn’t be good. Lex mentally
kicked himself for leaving the boy alone so long.
to the bar to refill his glass, he asked, “Would you like
a drink, Clark?” Good intentions crumbling like a house of
I grabbed a Coke earlier.”
thought you might want something a little stronger.” Lex clarified.
“To help you relax.”
could hear the smile in Clark’s voice. So maybe he wasn’t
as far gone as Lex had feared. “Scotch okay?”
never had scotch.”
decided to interpret that as a “yes” and pressed the
cool tumbler into Clark’s outstretched hand, his breath catching
at the radiant smile Clark briefly turned on him from under a dark
fall of bangs. He sank into the deep sofa, tucking one leg up to
study the bent head, exquisite in profile. He laid an arm on the
back of the couch and tugged gently at raven locks. Clark blushed
lightly, keeping his eyes averted, fixed on the drink cradled in
followed his gaze and swallowed a groan at the sight of Clark pressing
the glass’s edge against the bulge in his jeans. Had he been
sitting here hard for Lex all this time? A mere kick wouldn’t
do, Lex mentally flogged himself.
I’d like to take you upstairs now.”
quickly drained his glass before setting it aside and rising to
follow him up to Lex’s suite at the head of the stairs. Lex
turned the lights on, dimming them, wanting to see all of Clark
but knowing he’d feel more comfortable without full light.
watched, amused, as Clark nervously surveyed the room, done in tasteful
if somewhat unimaginative beiges and blues, eyes touching on every
objet d’art, fingers trailing over the burnished
chests and bureaus—giving attention to everything but the
room’s most striking occupant—the enormous down-covered
bed that Lex stood beside, toeing off his shoes and unbuttoning
his shirt while Clark moved to the full length window covering one
stood there looking out over the sparkling lights of downtown Metropolis
for so long, Lex had to wonder what he saw in the view; if Clark
felt any of the Luthor-inherent compulsion to conquer and own, to
bend men, government and industry to his will. It seemed doubtful.
Clark was more than likely only delaying the inevitable—a
very un-Luthor-like tactic.
breathed a small sigh of relief when Clark finally crossed to stand
in front of him, gaze darting once to the bed before chasing back
and locking relentlessly on Lex’s. Green and gold mottled
eyes clung to him like a drowning man to a life preserver, and Lex’s
lips twitched at the irony.
lifted his t-shirt over his head again without being told, leaving
them both shirtless and inches apart. Lex could feel heat pouring
off the golden skin and ran both hands across the warm flesh of
Clark’s broad chest, thumbs brushing hard little nipples before
trailing down to deeply muscled flanks, delighting in the shiver
that ran down Clark’s lean body.
teased his fingers into the waist of worn jeans and pulled Clark
in for a kiss, tongue lightly tracing soft, bee-stung lips before
dipping inside the warm, slick cavern of Clark’s mouth. Clark’s
tongue slid hesitantly against his and they both moaned at the contact,
Lex probing deeper, lapping Clark’s teeth, the roof of his
mouth, searching for a trace of himself, wishing he’d tasted
Clark earlier in the evening before Coca-Cola
and scotch had washed him away.
nipped Clark’s upper lip before pulling away; noting Clark’s
chest rising and falling more rapidly, big farm-bred hands clenching
open and closed at his side.
you want to touch me, Clark,” he asked softly.
Surprisingly soft and tactile hands were lifted instantly to Lex’s
shoulders, squeezing lightly before sliding down the paler skin
of his arms, lingering over the play of muscles as Lex unbuttoned
Clark’s jeans. “Your skin is so soft. You’re really
felt his cock harden at the breathy compliment and chided himself.
“You don’t need to flatter me, Clark. That’s not
what I’m paying you for.”
jerked his hands away as if he’d been burned. “You didn’t
forget that I am paying you?” Lex mocked softly.
He didn’t know what game Clark was at but he was determined
to make it clear from the beginning that Clark couldn’t expect
to win. Lex was a master at all games worth playing—sexual
I didn’t forget. I won’t forget.” Clark blinked
rapidly and ducked his head, attempting to hide his distress by
pushing his jeans and boxers down to the floor and kicking them
away before moving trembling hands to the closures of Lex’s
leaned back, letting Clark strip him, and brushed off the uncomfortable
sensation he had of being caught kicking puppies. Clark knelt in
front of him, lifting his feet to slip off his socks after shedding
the pants. Lex watched him take a calming breath before sliding
dark silk boxers over Lex’s hips.
gasped as he exposed Lex’s penis, engorged and completely
smooth, hanging heavy in front of him. He looked up guiltily and
Lex knew he’d guessed right. Clark had only just realized
his baldness extended beyond his scalp; he’d been too understandably
shaken during the earlier blow job to notice, and Lex had still
been fully clothed at the time. He felt a hard smile settle on his
face, daring the boy to comment.
reached out to him then, innocent reverence in his touch. “You
are beautiful, Lex.” Clark said, meeting his astonished
stare defiantly. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
pounded thick and sluggish behind Lex’s eyes and his cock
throbbed with the sudden need to be inside this boy, fucking him,
claiming him. He handed Clark a foil-wrapped condom from
the nightstand, his voice sounding harsh in his own head. “Put
it on me.”
fumbled with the wrapper several seconds before finally ripping
it and the condom apart in his shaking hands. He looked up apologetically
and stated the obvious. “I… it tore.”
grabbed another, tearing the foil wrapper open between his teeth
and removing the latex sheath before handing it to Clark, glad to
have his blood cooled slightly by the reminder of Clark’s
inexperience. He wove his fingers through Clark’s curls before
tracing the strong jaw, cupping his chin and forcing his head up
to meet Lex’s eyes.
It’ll feel good, Clark. I promise.”
teen burned crimson. “I…aren’t I supposed to make
you feel good?” Clark asked as he unrolled the condom
clumsily down Lex’s length.
laughed shakily, beating back the urge to fuck his way down Clark’s
throat again. So tempting with the boy on his knees and blushing
so prettily. “Oh, you will. I’ll make sure of it.”
eyes searched his face, and Lex couldn’t miss the fear in
them, the first real fear he’d seen Clark show. His cock twitched,
responding predictably to the sight of the angelically lovely, physically
powerful young man kneeling vulnerable and frightened at his feet.
Luthors were bred to conquer and fear was a goad to his ego. He
wasn’t even sure whether his next words were designed to soothe
Clark’s fear or stoke it higher.
won’t hurt you any more than I have to.”
looked up at him blankly for a moment before a slow smile lit his
face. “You won’t hurt me, Lex.”
spurred Lex at the trust placed so naively into his care. “I
will hurt you, Clark. It will hurt. But I’ll
be as careful as I can be.” And still find my pleasure
in your body, he didn’t finish. Clark would find out
pulled the younger man to his feet and pushed him face down on the
cool blue sheets, unwilling to wait any longer. Straddled Clark’s
legs and urged narrow hips up to stuff a thick pillow underneath
before wedging a knee between long, heavily muscled thighs, forcing
them wide apart.
knelt between Clark’s legs and slicked his fingers and cock
with lubricant from the bedside table, watching the supple back
ripple as Clark strained to see behind him. Clark moaned low in
his throat at the first press of a thick thumb into his ass, pulled
a pillow closer and buried his face in it, clenching his fists in
the soft down.
wanted to protest, wanted to hear every cry and whimper, but couldn’t
find the words. He slid the digit in and out of the clinging heat
repeatedly, mesmerized by the sight and feel of the lithe body writhing
beneath him, silently begging for more. Clark’s passage tightened
momentarily as Lex slid his second thumb in beside the first, before
easing into the sensation again. Lex rotated his thumbs, slowly
twisting and pulling, stretching Clark. He bent low and pushed his
tongue into the tight space opened to him.
shouted his surprise, back arching violently at the unexpected touch.
Lex moved one hand to the small of his back while the other pushed
a thigh higher up, wordlessly demanding Clark submit, while his
mouth continued to devour him. He laved Clark’s hole, tasting
the almond flavored lubricant and the boy beneath until Clark relaxed
again under his ministrations. Thrust his tongue in and teased the
tight ring of muscle with his teeth until the skin of Clark’s
back was slick with perspiration beneath Lex’s hand and his
inarticulate babbling became a clear mantra:
crawled his way up the glistening body, lapping at the salty hollow
of a fluid spine, and lowered himself, hard cock nestling in the
warm crevice of Clark’s ass. Tongued and nipped at Clark’s
earlobe and teased, “Please what, Clark? Tell me what you
just… do it.” Almost imperceptible shiver fluttered
it?” Laughter rumbled in his chest, and the body under
him shuddered. “You want me to ‘do it’ to you,
Clark?” Clark whimpered and bucked his hips back into Lex,
who groaned and thrust hard in response. “God, you’re
so fucking hot.”
me,” Clark panted, twisting beneath him.
quickly adjusted and slid home with one long, slow thrust, his own
hoarse cry twining with Clark’s, engulfed in molten flesh,
a tight velvet glove sheathing him. And he’d meant to give
Clark a chance to adjust to him, but the lithe body was begging
for him now, long legs spreading a fraction wider, knees
seeking purchase on the soft sheets to thrust backwards.
virgin, made for this—felt custom made for him—and
Lex started to move. Slow, powerful thrusts and sweat slicked skin
sliding back to chest. He pinned Clark’s arms above his head
and nuzzled damp curls at the nape of his neck, every murmur and
mumbled plea driving him harder, faster, more erratically into the
much... too hard. Virgin... kid...
Slow, Lex...Don’t hurt him. But
he couldn’t stop, not even if Clark asked him to, and the
sounds coming from the boy were all about encouragement, anyway.
want to hurt you, Clark… brave fucking boy…oh, God,
you fucking love it, don’t you,” he rasped,
wondering how he could get deeper in the hot, tight body. So perfect,
inferno’s flames licking at his skin, firing off every nerve
ending in a bio-chemical chain reaction that shouldn’t feel
any different than any other time he’d been here, but it did.
Felt fucking unbelievable.
braced one hand into the mattress and pulled Clark onto his knees,
grasping both hips and pounding into him, brutal with his body and
the boy’s. And Clark had to be hurting now. He had
to be feeling this.
drew Lex back, reigned him in a notch; he didn’t want
to hurt Clark, shouldn’t be using him so roughly. Clark was
whimpering at the slowing of the pace, and he shouldn’t be
doing that. Anger flared in Lex. Was Clark on something? Had he
lied about being a virgin? Did it matter?
stilled deep inside him, forehead resting between his shoulder blades,
and drew deep gasping breaths into burning lungs. It did
Lex. Don’t stop,” Clark panted. “So close, please.”
I hurting you, Clark?”
Sexual haze a truth serum revealing only genuine confusion. “Please,
Lex, I didn’t know… never imagined it’d be like
this…so good.” Clark pushed back in unconscious
incitement. “So close, Lex. I need it… need you.”
groaned at the urgency of Clark’s pleas, at the thrumming
body beneath him. He reached under Clark to grasp his rigid cock,
stroking in concert with his own sharp thrusts into Clark’s
ass, feeling his orgasm bearing down on him with surprising speed.
for me, Clark,” a voice he didn’t recognize demanded,
and Clark spasmed with a cry, body shuddering around Lex’s
own pulsing cock as they spilled their orgasms, each trembling aftershock
rocking the other until they were both completely spent.
collapsed together, a sweaty, sticky pile of limbs on rumpled sheets,
gasping for long moments until their hearts slowed, and Lex rolled
off Clark onto his back, damp skin drying in the cool room. Finally,
he stood and walked to the bathroom, disposing of the used condom
and cleaning himself off before wetting a towel for Clark, who was
still sprawled, loose limbed and all but comatose, across the greatest
portion of his bed.
climbed in beside him and dropped the warm cloth on Clark’s
chest before leaning down to trail his tongue across the taut stomach,
smeared with tacky come, promising himself a deeper taste of the
addictive boy after he’d slept off a bit of his current lethargy.
over, he beat his pillow into submission before pulling the covers
up. Clark rolled over with him, not touching, but close enough that
Lex could feel moist breath tickling his spine.
I—do you want me to leave now?”
uncertainty in the whispered question, and Lex found himself stunned
by the response Clark engendered in him. There was an undeniable
impulse to chase away Clark’s fears, to protect him
from… what? From himself? From the bargain they’d struck?
An impossible task, and one that was diametrically opposed to his
own desires. Sending Clark home right now was the smart move, but
it was the last thing he planned on doing.
Get some sleep first.”
Clark replied, his relief evident.
bed bounced under him as Clark eagerly shifted under the covers,
finally coming to rest flush against Lex, one strong arm slipping
around to stroke his chest, pulling him tight against the overgrown
puppy Clark had apparently morphed into while he his back had been
turned. Lex stiffened involuntarily at the unexpected and unaccustomed
post-coital contact. The…cuddling.
this all right, Lex?”
voiced query, but Lex was onto him now, and only snorted his response.
Too tired, and entirely too satisfied with the situation to object,
Lex drifted into sleep with the disquieting suspicion that he was
as far out of his depth as Clark certainly was.
of sun peeked through the curtains and warmed the carpet in bright
ovals as Clark stepped carefully across the room. Dawn was just
yawning wide over Metropolis and Lex Luthor wasn’t stirring
on the pillow bunched under his head. The belt on Clark’s
jeans clacked metallically as he lifted them, and he made a beeline
for the door of the bedroom, closing it carefully behind him to
avoid disturbing Lex.
leaned heavily back against the wall outside the door, hair catching
on the bottom of a light fixture and pulling a little as his head
fell forward, shaking in denial.
longer a virgin, no longer an innocent kid from the sticks.
up, he caught his reflection at the end of the hallway in a large,
a tangled mop, but that was nothing unusual at this hour, chest
youthfully muscled but still, still more underdeveloped
than he wished it was. Stomach taut and flipping gently inside as
he noticed his half-hard cock hanging heavily under a patch of dark
smelled well-fucked too, come and sex and lubricant mixing together
into a sharp, musky cologne that he wished he could splash on every
morning for the rest of his life. Sex was… something he knew
now, something he could have and enjoy. Any intimidation he felt
was quickly being worn away by the fast and furious workings of
his mind. He wanted to know it all, wanted to feel it all. Wanted
to turn and burst through the door, yank Lex out of his sleep and
demand more now.
had warned him—told him that after she had done it, she’d
gone a little mad with it. She’d wanted sex all the time,
wanted more whenever she did have it, imagined having it with almost
everyone just so she would know them that way, too. It
opened an entirely new part of herself, an entirely new world full
of the people she knew, but made her suddenly aware that she had
never really known them at all. Not completely.
now Clark knew Lex like that. Lex knew him like that.
was backwards for them though, starting here but with nothing
behind them to bind them to each other. The incident with Sergei
hardly constituted the basis of a relationship, not to mention the
ten thousand dollar check waiting for him downstairs, and Clark’s
chest pulled tight at the realization that as wonderful as it had
been, it had meant nothing.
head knocked back against the wall and he gritted his teeth at the
loud sound it made—hoped to God it didn’t wake Lex.
He couldn’t face a distant employer this morning, and he was
sure that’s the only version of Lex he would see if they met
at the breakfast table.
it had been incredible. He had been incredible—he’d
made Lex feel so good and Lex had been so… considerate seemed
too Puritan a word for the situation, but he had been. It hadn’t
felt like just a fuck, hadn’t made him feel cheap
or used or like a piece of meat. Maybe it wasn’t an emotional
epiphany, but the sensations, the raw desires and reactions of his
body as Lex touched him still echoed on his skin, sending electricity
shooting through his veins.
idea seemed ludicrous now, but in the thick fog of sweat and sex,
he’d lost himself in the purest connection he’d ever
felt with anyone.
forgotten the farm and his mother and even the ten thousand dollar
check on the table downstairs. He’d floated on the smooth
stroking in his ass, the skin that slipped and rubbed wet against
his, the sucking, biting kisses that weren’t anything but
lust. And this morning, when a stray arm slid warm and heavy across
his chest, it had taken everything he had to open his eyes and see
his employer lying next to him instead of the boyfriend his sleep-lazy
brain had let him imagine. He’d accepted the reality though,
and rolled out from under the arm to make a silent and stealthy
escape from a temptation that sat too bitter-sweet in the pit of
smiled shyly back up into the mirror, then grinned at the ridiculous
sight of himself, debauched, analyzing everything like he should
be wearing an inspector’s badge. Maybe he was going to go
mad with fucking too, just like Chloe. Running a hand through his
hair and smelling the sweat that clung beneath the sex scents, he
shook his head.
never would have believed that he would look forward to meaningless
sex. But tonight was just fourteen short hours away, and Clark wasn’t
sure he’d make it.
his jeans and shirt up over his shoulder, he sped down the stairs,
pausing in the living room to dress before heading into the kitchen.
A glass of water and he’d be on his way. Lex should have something,
too—from the stark surroundings of the penthouse and the lean
body he was beginning to know so well, he gathered that Lex didn’t
indulge often, and there were no sweet, sugar-charged breakfast
foods in the pantry, no cereal of any kind. He did find strawberries
and yogurt though, and ice of course, so he whipped them up and
stuck the mix in the fridge, using a decorative magnet to hold a
short note to the door so Lex would know his breakfast was waiting
I didn’t wake you. There’s breakfast in the
fridge. It’s just strawberries and yogurt,
but I thought you could use an energy boost this morning.
paused—how do you thank someone for fucking you? His cheeks
heated at the thought and he couldn’t help but grin a little,
the memories of the night before flashing through his brain in a
sexy montage. Clark closed his eyes and breathed deeply, then looked
back down at the paper and sighed.
everything. I’ll see you tonight.
stood there, staring at the note for half a minute, mind completely
devoid of anything but the remembered softness of that perfectly
to pull his jacket from the back of the chair he’d hung it
on, his fingers slid along the table, scooping up the check and
folding it in half before his eyes could see the bold handwriting
he knew was scrawled across it. If he thought about it, he’d
leave it and never come back. No, he had to concentrate on the other
part—the part that swelled and rose against the zipper of
his jeans at the thought of a sleepy, willing, naked Lex who would
wake and find him gone and maybe even miss him all day long.
where are the deposit slips?” Clark rifled through the desk
in the hallway, noticing the fat stack of unpaid bills, the really
late ones thumb-tacked to a piece of corkboard by the phone.
He was excited, too excited to worry about the no-yelling-in-the-house
rule his mother enforced with a flash of her eyes.
right here. Stop yelling!” There was the flash, and Clark
answered it with a wide smile.
turned, leaned casually back on the desk, the check dangling down
by his thigh. “Where are the deposit slips?”
the bottom drawer. Why?”
grinned, holding the check out for her to read.
laughed as she blushed furiously, her head shaking in denial and
her hands going up to cover her blush-red cheeks.
meant gosh! Oh my gosh. Where, why… how did you get
this?” She reached out to take the check from him, sitting
down at the table and smoothing it with her fingers against the
wood as if she had to touch every inch of it for it to be real.
smiled down at her, his hands curling over the back of the chair
to keep from grabbing her up and squeezing her in a bear hug. It
was too soon for celebrating, especially since he knew the worst
was yet to come.
pulled the chair out and sat down across from her, drawing in a
deep breath and steeling himself against his only real vulnerability
to date. His mother never ceased to hit every guilty vein in his
body. “It’s an advance. From Lex Luthor. That’s
who I’m working for.”
tired blue eyes narrowed and Clark winced. “Since when does
a Luthor own the Daily Planet?”
mother’s eyes hadn’t sparkled in months, and Clark hated
to take even the slightest ray of hope out of them, but he knew
he had to.
doesn’t. I—” Clark looked down at his lap and
kicked a table leg with his toe. “I lied. I don’t work
for the paper. I applied but the press room didn’t pay enough,
Mr. Luthor does? Ten thousand dollars, Clark? You’re only
eighteen! What does he want with you?”
stung, and not in the way his mom had intended, but because he’d
thought the same thing
more than once since he’d come down off his post-coital high
his—.” Clark paused, trying to find the words. “Mom,
you have to promise not to freak out, okay?”
hate it when you start sentences like that, Clark.” Impatience
pursed her lips. His mom had telltale signs and that was one of
the more frequently used ones—Clark knew he was in for it
if he didn’t spill it right now.
mom’s arms crossed over her chest and Clark reached out to
wrap his hands over them, pulling them out of their defensive posture
so he could hold them tightly in his own on the table.
not in any danger, not really. It’s just with his dad owning
Luthor Corp and—”
his dad’s reputation, he has to be careful. He thinks
someone might kidnap him or something. You know how it is—rich
boys always think people want to get their hands on them.”
cheeks heated at his Freudian slip, and he hoped his mom didn’t
notice the blush. Who wouldn’t want to put their hands on
Lex? He oozed confidence. And the rest wasn’t really a lie,
either. Lex did have to be careful, especially since his
father was sending him out with guys like Sergei.
not in any danger, really Mom.”
looked up into his mom’s disapproving face and smiled, shrugging
off the lies that burned his throat and the memories of skin and
teeth and tongue that scorched his brain.
mom’s mouth quirked up in a little smile. “You said
he’s not. And you know I’m not, right?”
I don’t know that, Clark! What if you have to defend him and
you use your powers to do it? What if someone sees?”
valid points, but he wasn’t actually a bodyguard,
so it was highly unlikely. “They won’t. I promise.”
own fears had nothing to do with knives or bullets or creepy old
businessmen. They centered more around the fact that his pants were
tight, even now, even sitting at the breakfast table with his mother,
just discussing Lex Luthor.
there has to be something else—”
isn’t, Mom. Look… just look at that check. It’s
half of what we need. Half. And he’s going to give
me the other half at the end of the month.”
mom tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and looked at him
skeptically. “So it’s temporary? You’ll be done
before Fall semester?”
one month. That’s it, and then you won’t have to worry
about me or the farm or tuition or anything. You can finally relax
and concentrate on you instead of trying to make ends meet.
And then, I’ll be off to school and you’ll have one
less big hungry mouth to feed, too.”
smiled across the table at him and lifted one of his hands to her
mouth, kissing it quickly before brushing away unshed tears. She
stood, turning her back to him as she started washing the breakfast
dishes. “I’ll miss that big hungry mouth, even if it
is always yelling in the house.”
leaned the back of his head on the cool wood of his office door,
knees shaking slightly, and repeated to himself that Clark Kent
was not trying to kill him. A fact which probably accounted
for his narrow escape, because Lex was sure now that if he put his
mind to it, if he really tried, Clark could send Lex to
the coroner’s office with a pathetically grateful smile on
his cherry popped had apparently opened a kind of Pandora’s
Box of raging teenage hormones in Clark, which wasn’t a complete
surprise to Lex. He recalled his own first time, and the subsequent
groove his mind had worn in that solitary track. Only, Clark was
a lot older than Lex had been, a lot more physically mature. Consequently,
and unlike Lex at the time, Clark now found himself in the perfect
position to… achieve satisfaction. A laudable goal, and one
Lex intended to support him in, but one that could threaten to distract
Lex at the worst possible time, which was not laudable.
grinned in spite of himself, picturing the boy just before he’d
taken Lex’s cock in his mouth, looking up and confiding rather
urgently that he’d “been thinking about this all
day, Lex. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
didn’t need to say so, though. The budding artistry of his
technique implied a good deal of thought had been applied to the
subject, and then of course there was the coup de grace—Clark
coming in his jeans in spontaneous, unassisted reaction to Lex’s
orgasming on his oh-so-surprised face. God, it had been beautiful.
now Lex really needed to get some work done.
sat at his desk, flipped open his laptop and quickly became absorbed
in correspondence with his European banking contacts, catching up
on the work he’d missed over a long stilted lunch he’d
shared with his father and Sergei.
Nabokov deal was back on track and the Russians were pressing for
signed contracts. Only Lex’s discovery later in the afternoon
that two of the group’s recently replaced executives had died
in gruesome unsolved murders was staying Lionel’s hand, but
with reluctance. There was a great deal of money to be made, after
all, and Lionel was nothing if not a risk taker.
Lex was to succeed in extricating Luthor Corp from a relationship
he now knew to be a terrible mistake, while demonstrating to Sergei
the inadvisability of laying hands on him uninvited, he would need
to keep his eye on the end game, and not allow himself to become
distracted by a certain mop-haired satyromaniac.
thoughts strayed back to the man’s cool blue eyes mocking
him over their lunches, enjoying what he no doubt assumed to be
Lex’s penance. Lex had only smirked back, satisfied with his
private knowledge that, yes, Clark was every bit as tight as he
looked, and the crazy bastard would never, ever have the
high-pitched sound of phaser fire carried down the hall as Lex made
his way to the living room. He crossed to the bar in front of Clark,
who showed every sign of being completely engrossed in Star Trek:
First Contact—laughing at the less than stellar special effects,
groaning at the predictable dialogue. “Would you like a drink?”
he asked over the blare of his cutting edge sound system.
immediately lowered the volume, silly grin on his face as he watched
an unfortunate crewman get assimilated. “No, I’m okay.
I wasn’t that crazy about the scotch, anyway.”
an acquired taste.”
snort seemed to ask why anyone would bother to acquire such a taste.
“Should I turn this off? Are you ready to, uh…go to
leaned back against the bar and studied Clark with a small smile.
He was blushing again, but Lex thought it was more to do with his
uttering such a safe euphemism than the possibility—the certainty—of
Lex wanting to fuck him.
couldn’t remember ever being as un-jaded as Clark was. It
was strangely soothing.
leave it.” He moved to join Clark at the end of the sofa opposite
the young man, kicking off his shoes and throwing his feet up. It
gave him as good a view of the superbly put-together boy as of the
action on the big-screen TV. “I don’t think I’ve
seen this since it was in the theatres.”
looked incredulous. “So you just buy movies and then don’t
I’m watching it now, aren’t I? Pass that popcorn.”
handed over the Tupperware bowl with a good natured grin. “Did
you have dinner before I got here? I’ll fix you something
if you’re hungry,” he offered.
is fine.” Better than fine, actually. Clark liked his popcorn
with extra butter and salt, too. “I’m not that hungry.”
I can tell by the way you’re scarfing down that popcorn,”
Clark laughed. “It’s really no trouble, Lex. I know
your work keeps you busy, and I’d like to be helpful while
eyes roamed the lanky form, calling forth another charming flush,
and Lex was treated to a teasing smile in anticipation of his obvious
reply. “You are helpful, Clark. I don’t know
what I’d do without you.”
laughed at his come-on but didn’t turn away. Lex waited to
see if he’d take the initiative, holding the questioning gaze
until the dark haired boy lost his nerve and turned back to the
movie with a slight frown.
Clark, you don’t need to prepare my meals. I normally just
have coffee for breakfast.” It went unspoken that he’d
found the fruit smoothie waiting for him this morning on his way
out the door.
figured as much. No cereal in the house. Maybe you haven’t
heard, Lex, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
Clark chuckled at his own sad joke, all awkwardness forgotten. “Besides,
I have a really fast metabolism. I eat like five meals a day, and
it’s just as easy to fix enough for two.”
a grocery list by the kitchen phone. Put down whatever cereal you
like and the service will stock up. Anything else you want, too.”
Lex stretched his legs the length of the couch since Clark wasn’t
using it. His toes came to rest against a long, muscled thigh and
he could feel the seam of worn jeans through the thin silk of his
turned their attention back to the movie, laughter filling the room
when an especially cheesy moment would cause them to look at each
other with simultaneously raised eyebrows.
some point Lex realized Clark had shifted to take Lex’s feet
in his lap. Long, nimble fingers were pressing firmly into his heels
and arches. He could feel the day’s tension draining out his
wouldn’t have pegged you for a sci-fi geek.”
Lex sent Clark a smoldering look. “You do know who you’re
speaking to, don’t you?”
Luthor, sci-fi geek?”
speaking to ‘one of the world’s most eligible bachelors’.”
Lex provided accompanying finger quotes to illustrate that his statement
was published fact. “It would be highly unlikely that a man
such as myself would have such plebeian tastes.”
got all the movies. Even the really bad ones.”
threw a hard kernel of popcorn at Clark, that being all that was
left in his bowl.
sayin’,” Clark snickered, unrepentant.
also remind you that you’re the one who selected this cinematic
well, I am a sci-fi geek. Have been all my life.”
Lex stretched to put the empty bowl on the coffee table and grab
his drink. “Elaborate.”
really want to know?”
sounded skeptical, but they were going to be spending the
better part of a month in each other’s company. Why shouldn’t
they get to know each other? Besides, Lex was having a good time.
“Yeah, Clark, I really want to know.”
considered his reply with a look of sincere reflection. “Well,
I’m just fascinated by outer space, I guess,” he started
out a little awkwardly, like Lex might be grading him on his presentation.
“I’ve got a telescope at home. It’s in our barn.
It’s probably too bright here in the city to see very much,
but some nights in the country it’s pitch black and it’s
like you can see the whole Milky Way. I only pick up a fraction
of what’s there, though. My scope’s pretty good, but
not great,” he explained. “I’ve had it since I
was a kid.”
watched Clark bending over his feet as he rubbed them, long bangs
shadowing his face, and imagined Clark hunched over his telescope,
shivering on a cold, Kansas winter night. Imagined himself attending
the never-ending stream of pointless social functions that normally
filled his calendar. How many nights had Clark spent looking into
the sky while Lex was oblivious to his very existence?
know, a few years ago I was nearly exiled to Smallville. I wonder
if we would ever have met.”
What do you mean?”
didn’t feel his usual embarrassment at being asked about his
past, only disappointment, in some ill-defined way, that he wouldn’t
measure up to Clark’s natural decency. Crazy that he should
feel that with Clark of all people, but he did.
youth was somewhat misspent, as my father is quick to point out.
He’d had enough of it. Threatened to put me in charge of the
fertilizer plant there. It would have been hell.” Lex laughed
outright at the ridiculous idea. “Still,” he continued
more thoughtfully, “It might have been interesting with you
looked genuinely flattered by his compliment, and they fell silent
again while the Enterprise was evacuated and its Captain
faced off with the Borg. It was Lex’s favorite part of the
do you think of the Borg Queen?”
looked at him slightly askance. “What exactly are you asking
you think she’s hot?”
No! Ew. She’s…creepy. She’s the villain,”
Clark said, as if his point were obvious.
don’t think villains can be sexy?”
seemed to search his memory before conceding, “Well…okay.
Maybe. But she’s so…alien. That wouldn’t
you kidding? Getting it on with aliens is what Star Trek’s
all about. Classic Trek anyway.”
seemed almost titillated by his admission, shifting Lex’s
feet aside to adjust himself. “I never watched much of the
I’ve got them all on tape,” Lex revealed. It wasn’t
like he hadn’t already been outed. “Back of the cabinet.”
grinned at him. “I know it’s kind of blasphemous to
a Trekkie like your—”
a Trek-ker like yourself, but I don’t really like
Captain Kirk. Picard’s my favorite.”
Lex became suddenly aware of what their conversation had degenerated
into, but the realization that Clark must act this way with his
friends only egged him on. “Christ, it was two seasons before
Picard ever went on an away mission. He never gets laid.”
he could. He could get laid,” Clark argued
emphatically. “Look at him. He could get laid any time he
wanted to. I mean, what’s Kirk trying to prove, anyway?”
Jesus.” Lex launched a pillow at Clark, who batted it harmlessly
away, laughing at his effort.
Lex,” Clark was still smiling, but his voice had turned a
little serious. “I think Jean Luc Picard might have been my
first boy crush. Even before I thought I might be gay. I just remember
thinking the bald thing was really sexy on him, but, um…”
Clark held his gaze, cheeks blazing, “I think it looks better
hand ghosted reflexively across the top of his head, a nervous reaction
he’d never been able to shake. “Yeah, well, it’s
a look not even the most insolent of pre-teens can pull off. And
believe me, I was a piece of work.”
I…” Clark clearly regretted bringing the subject up.
okay. I’ve been so long without hair that I wouldn’t
feel like myself if I had it again.” He smiled, letting Clark
know he didn’t mind the change of topic.
it happen? I mean, if it’s not too personal.”
you in Smallville in ’89? The day of the meteor shower?”
Lex knew from his investigation that Clark had been adopted as a
young boy but he hadn’t paid attention to the date.
looked stricken. “I…I just got there that day. You lost
your hair in the meteor shower?”
smiled wryly. “The genesis of my own sci-fi geekdom, I imagine.”
Lex, I’m so sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
shook off Clark’s concern. “Don’t be, Clark. You
might not believe it, but more good things than bad came from that
day, not the least of which is my being the lucky beneficiary of
your latent Picard kink.”
laughter erupted from Clark before he sobered again, searching Lex’s
face. “Well, you know,” he said softly before crawling
up the length of Lex’s outstretched body, wicked grin lighting
his eyes. “It’s really more of a Lex kink now.”
leaned forward and caught Clark’s lower lip between his teeth,
staring into eyes more blue than he remembered as he slowly lay
back again, pulling Clark on top of him. Clark pulled free and kissed
him with every bit of his warm, wet mouth, eager and messy and everything
Lex had been hoping he’d want badly enough to take.
breathless whisper as teeth grazed along his jaw to nip under his
ear, “We need to go upstairs. Now.” Lex
smiled and ran his hands under Clark’s t-shirt, up the silky
flesh of his back. “What’s wrong, Clark? You don’t
want to make out with me in front of the TV?” The idea was
surprisingly appealing to Lex and he ground up into Clark’s
hard cock, eliciting a low moan.
we gotta stop, Lex.” Clark pulled back to look at him earnestly,
rolling hips belying his words. “Please? I messed up my underwear
earlier, remember? If I come in these jeans…”
choked back a laugh. “Alright, Clark. Lead the way.”
later Clark was pulling him off the couch and tugging him up the
legs hummed with anticipation as he rode the elevator up to Lex’s
penthouse. He glanced at his blurred reflection in the brushed metal
of the doors, running a hand through his hair and slapping his thighs
in a beat that didn’t even come close to matching the music
that buzzed softly through the elevator.
wasn’t nervous; he was anxious. Couldn’t fucking wait
and already achingly hard behind the zipper of his jeans.
last few days had convinced him of one thing: Lex liked
laughed and talked almost as much as they’d fucked, and Lex
always seemed genuinely interested, asking questions about Clark’s
life, even sharing some vague memories as they’d connected
over losing a parent.
had been acting less like an employer and more like… a friend.
last night, when Clark had fallen to his knees just inside the door—a
sort of routine of theirs—Lex had taken his hand and urged
him to his feet and down the hall.
had taken Clark out on the deck, telling him he could borrow the
telescope there anytime he wanted—the telescope Clark had
never noticed before through the forever-open curtains of the living
room, though Lex acted as if it had been there all the time. Clark
had smiled and quietly thanked him, heart brimming with excitement.
didn’t know how it was possible, but Lex obviously respected
him, even in this potentially degrading situation.
was the thing; Lex never treated him like a prostitute. He never
looked at Clark with anything but a quiet measuring that always
softened into a kind of approval.
it almost touched on admiration.
was something to hold onto, the smallest of assurances to chant
in his mind as his hormones raged and his desire put a spring in
doors opened with a bing and Clark stepped out, pausing
in front of the penthouse door, one hand frozen in a fist inches
from the wood, stomach fluttering.
door opened fast before his knuckles could finish their task and
Clark burst in, hands going straight for Lex’s skin as he
kicked the door shut behind himself and pushed them both further
into the room.
tongue licked the laughed exclamation from Lex’s mouth, one
hand clamping hard on the back of his neck to keep them locked together,
to keep Lex from pulling away sooner than he wanted. He dove in,
pulling the kiss tight around his mind, as his tongue moved deeper
and Lex’s hands snaked up around his neck, answering the fierce
slowed when their teeth clacked together, Clark pulling back just
a little to keep it passionate but not violent, his one hand gentling
on Lex’s neck, the other rubbing slowly down between them,
knuckles pressing firmly into Lex’s growing erection.
own hungry moan vibrated, muted and lost in the depths of the mouth
that he took without permission, knowing he’d be forgiven.
Lex’s arms tightened on his neck and Clark licked slower,
turning the kiss from claiming and desperate to something easy and
leaned back a little, the tip of his tongue licking Lex’s
lips as they curved into a smile and pale lashes blinked open. “Well,
hello to you, Clark.”
smiled and reached up to move Lex’s arms from around his neck
then fell heavily to his knees. The kiss was a start, but he wanted
something else on his taste buds.
you don’t have to—”
his head, he smiled up at Lex. “No, Lex. Please don’t
tell me not to…” Clark pulled open Lex’s pants
and slid them down the smooth, pale legs that trembled just a little
when he leaned in to bite the inside of one thigh. ”... just
let me… please let me…”
moaned his assent and slipped fingers through his hair, gently pulling
him closer. Clark scooted forward a little and licked his lips,
hands sliding from the backs of Lex’s knees up to squeeze
gently on his ass.
pressed his forehead into Lex’s stomach, nuzzling into the
perfect, virgin-soft skin of his cock. He inhaled deeply, head rubbing
back and forth as he licked out, wetting the hard shaft and eliciting
a groan from above him.
curled in, Clark took him, suction pulling hard and fast, no time
to let Lex get used to it, but the only protest—if it could
be called one—was the tightening of the fingers in his hair
and the groan that sounded more like relief than complaint. The
hand tugged gently, guiding him back off with a wet slurp and Clark
sank forward again, unwilling to relent, tongue cradling Lex’s
cock as it slid back inside his mouth, harder now and painting a
ragged line of salt-burst inside his mouth.
taste exploded on his tongue and Clark breathed in hard through
his nose, pulling on Lex’s legs, urging him deeper with every
stroke. His throat blocked and squeezing tight, he grasped Lex’s
ass hard in his hands and buried his nose in the smooth flesh of
Lex’s belly. He swallowed thickly, throat full with the push
of blunt softness and his harsh intake of breath. His ears rang
with Lex’s keening pleasure-filled cry, and come shot down
his throat, pulsing in warm, strong bursts.
rocked back out of his mouth. Clark looked up to see the bottom
of Lex’s chin—his head was thrown back and his hands
still clung to Clark’s hair, finally loosing their grip as
the buzzing of the intercom sliced through the haze of the moment.
Luthor is here to see you, sir.”
Lex’s chin fell forward, his teeth clenched around the word.
sat back on his heels as Lex reach down for his pants, pulling them
up and fastening them carefully over his glistening cock.
father?” It was a stupid question, but it was better than
the nervous laugh that bubbled up in his throat.
thumbs rubbed hard lines over Clark’s cheekbones and he smiled,
head shaking in a sort of disbelief as Clark wiped his mouth on
the back of his hand and looked at him questioningly, suddenly worried
about his own presence there.
would Lex say, how would he be introduced to Lex’s father?
Clark’s hands were sweating and he wiped them hard on his
thighs, waiting for Lex’s instruction.
up, Clark. Wait for me upstairs. I won’t be long.”
and thank God; Lex didn’t want to introduce him at all. He
wouldn’t have known what to say anyway.
nodded and rose as Lex thumbed the button on the intercom. “Send
went upstairs, pulling the door shut gently behind him as he moved
to sit on the bed, wary of disturbing the perfectly smooth comforter,
but dismissing the idea when he realized it would just be tossed
to the floor later anyway. He traced the lines of one palm with
his finger as he sat listening, waiting for the door to open downstairs.
he couldn’t invade Lex’s privacy like that, not now.
He stood, moving to the desk across the room, picking up a book
on astronomy he was sure he hadn’t seen there before. Lex
must’ve been brushing up so they could use the telescope together.
words cut through the floor beneath his feet and he froze, the book
falling to the desk with a thunk he was sure the entire
city heard. Stupid. So fucking stupid.
narrowed his gaze, concentrating on the floor, x-raying his way
through to see if Lex’s father had noticed.
must not have heard. Lex’s father stepped into the room, grinning
at Lex and Lex was smiling back, impatience clearly written across
Lex’s father could have been a complete stranger for all they
looked alike. But no, wait—there it was. They were identical,
limbs moving in tandem in a smooth gait that took them both across
the room where Lionel stripped off his coat and threw it over the
back of a winged chair that looked like it had never been sat in.
Luthor was… impressive. Not in size, although his height certainly
made his presence known, but in appearance. His hair floated wild
and untamed around his angular face, his long fingers curling over
the back of the chair as he spoke. He filled the room with a visceral
threat that couldn’t be missed.
where is he, Lex? I’ve come to see this boy who’s
caused so much trouble.”
not here, Dad, and as I’ve explained to you once already,
he wasn’t responsible. Sergei was the problem, not Clark.
This boy isn’t a threat to you. He’s nothing
but an amusing distraction.” Lex’s defense was casual,
his tone dismissive and calm. If he hadn’t known better, Clark
would have thought Lex really was indifferent about him.
now, Lex, I’m not blind, and my nose works as well as my eyes.
You’re flushed and the scent of sex tends to linger, in case
you haven’t noticed. Where are you hiding him?”
watched in horror as Lionel began striding through the penthouse,
opening doors and peeking inside like he owned the place, then shaking
his head and clicking his tongue in a mocking admonishment as he
stepped back into the living room where Lex stood waiting for him.
you so taken with him that you won’t let me meet him? Am I
so vulgar, son?” Lionel laughed softly and Clark’s spine
straightened, stiffened with the instinctive rush of caution that
flared in his brain.
you are. But you’re wrong, Dad. He’s not here.”
smiled as Lex scored a point in the verbal sparring match, watching
carefully as the elder Luthor leaned back on the banister of the
stairs, looking for all the world like a lion ready to pounce.
calling him your-” Lionel cleared his throat, “bodyguard,
correct?” Lex nodded and Lionel mimicked the gesture, lips
pursed in apparent thought. “Have you tested his capabilities?”
turned his back and began to pour two snifters of the brandy Clark
guessed was reserved for his father’s visits. “He certainly
was effective against Sergei.”
pushed up from his casual pose and Clark’s legs twitched with
the effort to stay put, to not rush down the stairs and stand protectively
in front of Lex.
he was effective. Tell me, Lex, do you let him fuck you?”
Lionel reached out to take the drink from Lex’s hand, not
waiting for it to be offered. “I never developed a strong
affinity for cock, although I suppose I did find the strength
of another man somewhat comforting in my youth.”
exactly are you here, Dad? Surely you didn’t come all this
way merely to discuss my sexual preferences.” Lex took a drink
of his brandy and Clark held his breath, waiting for Lionel’s
next biting remark.
stalked closer to Lex, reaching up to caress Lex’s cheek with
the back of his hand. Lex flinched and tilted his head, but the
hand didn’t relent or fall. Lionel was staring intently at
his son, a small smile playing on his lips.
wasn’t a father, he was a predator. And Lex, his own son,
was the prey.
hand moved in a blur and Clark’s heart skipped as he watched
it slam into Lex’s cheekbone, the scene screeching to a dead
halt as Clark’s body took over, speeding him down the stairs
he didn’t even see. He caught himself at the bottom of the
stairs, slowing to normal speed and stopping at the sight of Lex,
hand covering the abused flesh of his cheek, head turned sharply
away from his father’s still-raised hand.
straightened slowly, eyes fierce with anger, mouth tightly pinched.
two men stood, one smirking and satisfied, the other emanating hatred
and humiliation like it was a natural, inborn thing.
froze, his body warring with his mind over the daunting situation.
He knew there was nothing he could do but make things worse by making
his presence known. Lex would be embarrassed and Lionel…well,
he had no idea how Lionel might react.
foot found the stair behind him and he reluctantly stepped back,
intending to slip from the room unnoticed. The wood creaked under
his weight and Lex’s eyes flashed on him. Lionel turned to
follow his gaze and Clark’s heart sank as Lex swallowed hard
and looked at the floor, shaking his head slightly.
well, well.” Lionel moved fast and fluidly across the space
between them, stepping without hesitation into Clark’s personal
space, chin lifted in maddeningly close proximity to his face, like
he was scenting him. Lionel’s mint-tinged breath ghosted over
Clark’s lips as he spoke. “The bodyguard’s timing
seems a little off, wouldn’t you say, Lex?”
warily took his eyes off the man whose shirt brushed his arm and
looked to Lex for some kind of direction. Lex’s eyes locked
on his and he smiled just a little, bitterness and resigned disgust
twisting it into a message for Clark.
an apology, but more of an excuse. He’s a bastard,
but he’s my father. Clark turned back to Lionel,
impressed with his own ability to keep from spitting in the man’s
face or throwing him through the wall of windows at the end of the
this is Clark. Clark, my father. Lionel Luthor.”
Clark Kent, I know.” Lionel’s face twisted
into a parody of amusement. A private joke at someone’s expense,
but Clark didn’t know whose. Then long, thin fingers closed
over his throat in an icy grip and Clark sucked in a breath, eyes
flying wide when Lionel yanked him forward, mouth claiming his roughly,
tongue shoving in between his lips and licking along the roof of
his mouth before Clark could gather himself and push against the
surprisingly firm chest that crushed against his body.
hands fisted Lionel’s shirt and shoved, but Lionel was already
pulling away, licking his lips and smiling wide, nodding over his
shoulder at Lex as he stepped back from Clark, leaving him choked
patted his arm, laughing softly. “He’s delicious, Lex.
Perhaps when you’re finished with him, I’ll rekindle
my taste for boys.”
subtle taste of brandy from Lionel’s mouth clung inside his
own and Clark shook with rage, with the need to replace it with
Lex, with anything. He strode to Lex, shoulder slamming
into Lionel’s as he moved past him. Lex lifted his hand, offering
him the snifter of brandy. Clark took it, drinking deeply, throat
burning with the alcohol and the realization that through the entire
scene, Lex had never even moved.
closed his eyes.
hadn’t dropped the glass, hadn’t been surprised by any
of his father’s actions. He’d known exactly what to
carefully not touching Lex, knowing he would be despised for the
supportive gesture, Clark glared back up at Lionel, wishing he had
the balls and freedom to flip the switch in his brain and incinerate
him where he stood.
took the glass from his hand and finished off the brandy, mouth
curving into an alligator smile that Clark shivered at.
you have some business of your own to attend to, Dad? I believe
Constance must be waiting downstairs in the limo. Or is it Sasha
tonight? Either way, I’m sure your date’s meter is running.”
started at the blatant insult then swelled with pride for Lex—he
could hold his own, even against this man. Against his father.
amusing as this has been, we do have business to discuss, Lex. Excuse
your friend and let’s get on with it. The meter is
looked at Lex, hesitating to leave the two men alone together again.
Lex tucked his hands into his pockets and nodded, eyebrows raised
in a strong, reassuring order that Clark wouldn’t have dared
turned and walked back up the stairs, glancing over his shoulder
to see Lionel slinking into the chair he’d hung his coat on
and Lex sitting on the couch. Neither paid attention to him as ascended
the stairs and Clark shook off his trepidation, walking determinately
to the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
stretched out on the bed, his face mashing into a pillow to inhale
Lex’s scent. He remembered the book on the desk and got it,
thumbing through until he found what looked like an interesting
chapter as he lay back down on the bed.
concerned, he stretched his hearing, listening in for a moment on
the conversation below.
that you never forget where your priorities lie. Now, what are we
going to do about the man-hours we’ve invested in this? I
don’t have to tell you that I’m not willing to waste
revenue, Lex—either you follow through with Nabokov or you
come up with another viable option that utilizes our…”
pulled his hearing back to the bedroom, the voices muffling and
disappearing quickly, the silence that filled his ears more of a
relief than a nagging curiosity.
turned onto his belly, feet kicking up into the air as he began
to read. The words on the page ran together as his brain tried to
process the enigma that was Lionel Luthor.
father-son interaction had left him confused, desperate for an explanation.
Had it always been that way between Lex and his father? The horrible
tug-of-war bit and scratched at Clark’s heart as he replayed
the scene over and over in his head, looking for answers.
shifted, rolling onto his back and tucking an arm behind his head,
the book in his hand falling open and forgotten to the bed beside
to have no father than one like Lionel.
blinked hard against the rush of pain that constricted in his chest.
It wasn’t fair. His father had been a good man, worthy
of a long, happy life and this man—this suave prick who abused
his son—treated him like a fucking dog—lived a life
closed his eyes, wet lashes sticking together, and pushed the resentment
from his mind. He and Lex were bound to the lives they led, the
people they called family. No matter how detestable the truth was,
it was reality.
would follow his father, put up with the insults and abuse, and
Clark would spend the night in the arms of a man who was paying
him to do so.
wiped his eyes on his sleeve and pushed up off the bed, walking
into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and mopped
it with a towel. Frowning at the boy in the mirror, Clark shook
his head and walked back to the bedroom, hand pausing on the door
to the hallway.
stretched his hearing again but only caught the subtle click of
Lex’s fingers on the keys of his computer. Lionel was gone,
and Lex was working.
sighed and turned back to the bed, back to the book he had yet to
really begin reading. He curled up on his side, the words pulling
his attention away from the lonely expanse of the city outside the
windows that twinkled at the edge of his sight, just over the tips
of the pages.
rap on the door pulled Lex from a mire of research, and he stretched,
dismayed to note he’d been working for over two hours without
interruption since his father’s departure. Lionel had finally
agreed to drop the Nabokov deal on the condition that a similar
arrangement could be negotiated elsewhere in Eastern Europe, and
Lex had immediately begun compiling the possibilities. Sergei and
his partners would not be put off for long and Lionel had left made
it clear this would be Lex’s project entirely.
Clark was owed an apology for Lionel, and Lex hadn’t intended
waiting so long to give it. He’d only needed time for his
temper to cool over his father’s handling of Clark. Kissing
his jaw, he composed himself before calling out, “Come in.”
door cracked open and Clark’s head appeared in the gap. “Sorry
to interrupt, but I made myself a sandwich and I thought you might
stomach growled on cue and he smiled at the thoughtful gesture.
“And what did you find in the fridge?”
lit Clark’s face as he advanced into the room. “It’s
a BLT. I microwaved the bacon, but it
turned out okay.” He set a tray bearing the sandwich and a
tall glass of milk on Lex’s desk. A volume Lex recognized
from his afternoon read was tucked under Clark’s arm and he
smiled as Clark dropped into the room’s soft leather sofa,
cracking the book open.
took the hint: Clark was tired of being ignored.
be quiet,” he said, as if reading Lex’s mind. “I
hold you to it.” Lex licked mayonnaise off his thumb, watching
Clark get comfortable. He knew Lionel’s behavior needed to
be acknowledged despite Clark’s apparent willingness to let
it slide. “I’m sorry about earlier, Clark. He shouldn’t
rather not talk about it, Lex.” Clark looked miserable. The
toll this arrangement was taking on him was obvious in the way his
eyes shifted away, avoiding Lex’s.
course Clark was miserable. He’d been reminded of his occupation
in the foulest way, being sampled like a fine wine and inspected
like a thoroughbred up on the auction block. Clark’s dismissal
of his apology wasn’t an indifference to the disgusting insult
his father had handed them both. No, Clark probably just wanted
to forget again, to go back to pretending that the only reason he
was here tonight was that they enjoyed each other’s company.
could do that, and easily.
again the book Clark had picked up, he asked, “Will you study
astronomy at Met U.?”
interested in it, but I’m planning to major in journalism.”
choked on his sandwich and reached for a bottle of water from his
mini-fridge, ignoring the milk Clark had poured and earning himself
a disapproving look. “A journalist? I wouldn’t have
thought you were the investigative type.”
grinned evilly. “Yeah, and my first big story’s gonna
be “’Deviant Sex Habits of the Rich and Famous.’
Do you think it’s Pulitzer material?”
smile faded. “Clark, I really don’t find that amusing.”
His incredulous expression said ‘have some faith’, but
Lex only sighed in resignation.
really had no choice.
lapsed into a comfortable silence while Lex finished his work, but
he could feel Clark’s gaze was directed at him more often
than at the book. When he’d finally had enough of listening
to the leather couch strain under shifting weight, and the distractions
of Clark’s ‘covert’ crotch adjustments, Lex snapped
the computer shut.
would you bring in the package on the hall table?”
boy bounded from the room and returned instantly, offering the flat
wrapped box to Lex. He took Clark’s hand instead and urged
him to the floor beside his chair. “It’s something I
picked up for you earlier today. Open it.”
looked at him with a mixture of surprise and wariness, but tore
off the brown paper with Christmas-like zeal, revealing the muted
sheen of a stainless steel box, locked with a simple clasp. Clark
shot him another curious look before opening the lid to reveal a
red velvet interior and Lex’s gift.
the center of the box lay a black leather collar. Clark silently
fingered a round steel medallion affixed to the buckle at the front
of the band, on which ‘LL’ was engraved in bold script.
should have waited—tonight was the worst possible
time to ask this of Clark—but Lex wasn’t good with the
concept of delayed gratification. Tonight, of all nights, he needed
to see Clark this way.
don’t want to wear it.”
no… it’s not that. It’s just… my mom will
see this with the shirts I normally wear.” Clark lifted his
hotly flushed face to Lex. “I’ll figure something out,”
Lex felt slightly giddy at Clark’s easy acquiescence. “I
never expected you to wear this at your mother’s, or any time
we’re not together, for that matter.” He slipped a hand
into Clark’s dark curls, pleased when the boy unconsciously
leaned into his touch. Clark’s attention was still firmly
on the box’s contents, currently investigating the length
of chain that was nestled into a deep channel running down the length
of the box.
the most part, I just want you to wear it when we go out together.
I’ve been a bit distracted by work this week, but I do plan
on showing you off. And…” Lex paused, his fingers tilting
Clark’s chin up to look into his eyes. “...I’d
like you to wear it for me tonight.”
you put it on me, Lex?” Clark set the box on the desk top,
hands shaking with what Lex guessed to be a massive dose of adrenalin.
Excitement spiked with a natural fear of the unknown.
felt it too, but unlike Clark he knew how to savor it, to make it
last. “Take your clothes off, first. All of them.”
obediently stood and stepped back a few feet, pulled tonight’s
t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the sofa. Toed off his sneakers
and hopped from one foot to the other removing his socks, which
he tucked into the shoes and placed neatly beside the desk, before
stepping back again, giving Lex an unobstructed view.
bit his lush lower lip and finally met Lex’s eyes, his own
glinting with mischief, and slowly trailed a hand down his smooth
chest, tracing the narrow line of hair that began at his navel,
to the top of his jeans, pausing there until Lex exhaled the breath
anticipation had made him hold.
Clark was trying to kill him, Lex thought, before the boy
grinned and quickly popped open the buttons on his jeans, rock hard
cock straining out of the opening even before Clark shucked the
jeans with a little hip shimmy that caused his cock to bounce wildly,
and left Lex’s mouth dry.
underwear, Clark?” He managed.
quickly and Clark was back to bashful, peering uncertainly from
under a fall of dark hair. “Well…I thought you’d
I do,” Lex laughed before motioning Clark to come closer.
“Sit down here.”
resumed his former position at Lex’s feet and allowed him
to fasten the collar around his neck, toying with the medallion
again when Lex leaned close to attach the fine link chain to the
ring at the back of Clark’s neck. Lex dropped a soft kiss
on his temple as he pulled back, reclining in his chair to appreciate
chain measured six feet and ended in a leather loop in which he
inserted his hand, before grasping the long length at a point that
created tension without pulling Clark off balance.
stared at Clark so long the boy began to fidget nervously.
I—does it look okay, Lex?”
Clark lifted his arms in a quickly aborted attempt at modesty. “Lex…?”
took mercy on him. Leaning forward, he took Clark’s face in
his hands and kissed him until he felt confidence return. When Clark’s
tongue was matching his own thrust for thrust he pulled back to
look into dazed green eyes.
perfect. So beautiful,” he whispered, watching Clark’s
long lashes flutter shut at the stroking of his thumbs across high
cheekbones. “So sweet.”
of aching need felt suddenly in his gut. “Other men will want
you this way, Clark.”
looked at him then.
you let them have you?”
shook his head slowly. “No, Lex.”
didn’t know what he was doing. Knew that he was surely going
to regret this tomorrow, but couldn’t stop himself from pressing.
“You don’t know, Clark—”
do know,” Clark answered softly, his hands lifting to squeeze
Lex’s wrists reassuringly. “Thirty days, Lex. After
that, no one will ever own me again. I promise.”
closed his eyes on Clark’s sober stare and swallowed hard.
After a moment he opened them again. “Just me, then.”
smiled wryly and nodded. “First and only,” he agreed.
for me upstairs. I’ll be there shortly.”
sat numb, watching the golden boy leave the room. So tall and straight,
corded muscles shifting fluidly under skin burnished by soft lamplight,
the strong bow of his back shadowed by the chain that fell straight
behind him, nestling enticingly in the curves of his ass, the tail
playing between long, athletic legs.
was as if he were seeing Clark for the first time, and felt both
horrified and sickly thrilled to find his predominant character
trait wasn’t innocence at all. It was similar, but something
more… exalted. Something Lex wasn’t sure he’d
ever encountered before. Virtue, perhaps… or nobility.
that Lex now suspected might be untouchable, whatever depravity
Clark was subjected to.
the quality was, it made him feel vulnerable. It made him show weakness.
Clark had seen. Panic filled the quiet spaces of his mind.
What the fuck was he doing with this kid?
made his way through the penthouse, switching off lights, leaving
his dirty dishes in the empty sink, Clark having left the kitchen
spotless, everything in its place. Lex wondered idly if he’d
find his plate and glass washed and put away when he left for work
in the morning. What Clark would leave him for his breakfast?
he needed to re-establish some control here.
could not afford to have his judgment clouded by… by whatever
this was. Striding up the stairs he decided on his course of action.
Clark would have to be shown who he was dealing with. Where he fitted
in Lex’s consciousness.
bedroom door had been left ajar and swung open quietly under his
hand. Clark stood looking out the wall length window and, sensing
Lex’s presence, turned with a radiant smile. Lex’s plan
took further shape.
back around, Clark, and get on your knees.”
smile deepened, an expectant blush rising up his nude body when
went to the armoire, pulling out what he would need and tucking
the items in his pockets. He moved to stand behind Clark, not yet
touching, and gazed out at the panorama of soft glittering lights.
do you see out there, Clark?”
city,” Clark answered hesitantly, unsure of Lex’s meaning.
When Lex said nothing he continued more confidently, “A million
lights. A million people, living their lives.” He waited a
long moment before asking the question Lex was waiting for. “What
do you see, Lex?”
Assets. Commodities. Everything can be bought and sold, Clark, and
people are a means to that end. A thing wouldn’t have value
if others didn’t also want to possess it.”
could see Clark puzzling that out in the tense line of his shoulders.
“You like to own things.”
want to own it all,” Lex answered evenly, running a knuckle
across Clark’s shoulder blade, and raising gooseflesh.
people, only a handful of them understand that the world is still
in play. The battlefields have changed, but empires will yet rise
and fall on the backs of the masses.”
you don’t give ‘the masses’ enough credit, Lex.”
blind, Clark. Most of them.” He pulled a long strip of black
silk from his pocket and wrapped it twice around Clark’s head
before securing a knot at the back.
give up control of their lives to anyone with a vision that included
free cable TV and the promise of a better afterlife.” Lex
laughed as he tied Clark’s arms behind his back with a similar
piece of silk. “That’s a rather simplistic example,
I know, but the premise is sound. Too tight?”
sounded anything but fine. He frankly sounded like he wasn’t
enjoying Lex’s lesson.
moved to kneel in front of Clark. Checking that the blindfold was
in place, he attended Clark’s genitals, binding them tightly
at the base in a strap of soft leather.
shifted uncomfortably under the new sensation. “Lex…?”
to keep you from coming, Clark. I’ll let you know when I
want you to come.”
behind him again, Lex gripped one shoulder to provide Clark balance
and lowered his face and shoulders to the carpet. “Given a
strong leader with the right lines, most people will willingly hand
over their reins. It’s so much easier for them.” He
picked up the length of chain that had pooled between Clark’s
legs, and shook it out to the side.
remained silent as Lex straddled his calves, nudging Clark’s
legs until his thighs were pressed tightly together. Lex pushed
his pants and boxers down just enough to release his painfully hard
cock, his splayed legs preventing further freedom. He flipped the
lid on the bottle of lubricant and warmed some of the slick liquid
quickly in his hand before thrusting two fingers hard and fast into
Clark’s upraised ass, stretching him too fast, but Clark only
moaned his willingness.
on a condom, and slicking his cock lightly, Lex finally slipped
into Clark’s heat. Slid slowly into the clutching flesh, holding
his breath against sounds he couldn’t trust himself to utter.
He grabbed the chain mid-length and wrapped it around his hand until
it was a taut line drawn from Clark’s throat over his bound
fought the urge to slam into Clark again and again, remaining still,
leaning heavily into him, buried deep in the sweet, hot body, his
balls pressed hard between them. Swept his palms, one covered in
cool, lustrous metal, over Clark’s hot skin, over powerful
haunches and deeply muscled flanks, down trembling thighs, before
starting to move. Long, forceful strokes, even thrusts that took
him deeper when he grasped Clark’s hips and pulled him back
into every drive forward.
pull on the leash brought Clark’s head up, back arching in
compensation. The new angle brought Lex’s cock in grazing
contact with Clark’s prostate with every snap of his hips,
until Clark was crying out with the need for release.
felt like a god.
city was spread like a whore beneath his view, waiting patiently
for him to take it. He would some day. He would eclipse his father’s
power in a matter of years. “Most will take what they’re
given, Clark,” he rasped, stilling again when Clark struggled
under him, looking for leverage, groaning in frustration when he
found himself helpless to quicken Lex’s pace. “Will
you ask for more?”
took gulping breaths, his mouth open and slack against the cream
carpeting. Lex wasn’t sure if there was an answer that wouldn’t
destroy whatever he was beginning to feel for Clark. ‘No,
I’m mindless sheep’; ‘Yes, I want more
than we agreed.’ Neither was acceptable.
don’t know what you want me to say, Lex,” Clark sounded
anguished. “But…I trust you.”
Clark,” he breathed, stroking hard into the tight sheath again
and again. “No, no, no...”
came with Clark’s name choking him, draped low over the doubled
body, spilling everything he had into the boy.
spotted like he’d stared too long at the sun, Lex slowly came
back to earth. Clark was silently writhing under his weight, looking
for his own relief. Lex unclipped the leash and tossed it aside
before untying Clark’s hands with a soft warning, “Don’t
ignored Clark’s protest and slipped the blindfold’s
knot, rolling Clark onto his back. Clark’s cock was thick
and angry purple, engorged with blood and he hissed in discomfort
when Lex removed the binding.
only sting for a minute,” he said, spreading Clark’s
legs wide. He settled his body between them, and took the hyper-sensitive
cock lightly between his fingers, working the hood down gently to
reveal the smooth head, glistening with pre-come. He used the flat
of his tongue to lave firmly across the surface, bringing Clark
off the floor with a scream.
he wouldn’t last long, Lex went down on the huge cock, swallowing
it in one smooth motion. Soon after he felt Clark pulsing in the
back of his throat and pulled off the spasming body enough to catch
the full flavor on his tongue. Clark’s taste—warm, dark
and rich. Bitter, yes, but almost… citrus-y.
it to Clark Kent to have come that couldn’t be substituted.
Lex laughed around Clark’s cock, causing additional after-shocks
to race through the now sated boy.
they moved to the bathroom to clean up. Clark dropped his toothbrush
into the cup beside his own, before heading to bed first, feet dragging.
Lex made it out of the bathroom without having to look at himself
in the mirror and climbed in bed beside Clark, who pulled him close
without a word. Chest to chest, legs intertwined, Lex absently combed
Clark’s hair with long fingers, warmed by the moist huff of
almost-slumber on his neck.
The drowsy boy squeezed him tightly.
not one of those people. The ones you think the world’s full
these pants are way too tight.”
look great. You’re just not used to the fit of the leather.”
Lex flipped through the rack of clothing the boutique’s manager
had selected for Clark and tossed him a short-sleeved lavender silk
button down. “I want to see you in this.”
stuff just doesn’t feel like me.” Clark held up another
shirt from the growing pile of clothing at his feet—those
items that passed Lex’s inspection. “You really want
me to wear this?”
eyed the black latex zip up that would hug every curve and slope
on Clark’s torso and arched a brow. “Clark, much as
I enjoy you in nothing but the collar, I’m not prepared to
go out in public that way.”
mumbled something that might have been a defense of his normal attire
and shed a mesh top that was tragically out-dated. As much as Lex
admired Clark in a pair of jeans—and he admired him dressed
thusly on a daily basis—he was ready to see Clark in something
that did justice to his body and his youth.
what’s the occasion? Friday night, I mean?”
occasion. I just thought you’d like to get out of the penthouse
for a night.”
was more than ready to take a break. He’d worked all weekend
putting together a deal his father would find an acceptable alternative
to St. Petersburg. Another couple days to tie up loose ends on his
part and Lionel could sign off on it. A week of due process—hopefully
no longer, but one could never be sure about the efficiency of foreign
agencies—and he’d be free to deliver the bad news to
smile lingered on his face as he watched Clark struggle into the
latex. Clark would look good in so many things. Maybe a trip to
his tailor was called for, as well.
Lex? Speaking of getting out, I was wondering,” Clark’s
eyes met his in the long mirror, “A week from Saturday is
the 4th of July. I know I’m supposed to be here that night,
but I was thinking you might want to come to Smallville instead?”
Puppy dog brows raised hopefully. “It’d be fun, I promise.
My friend Chloe always has a big cook-out and there’s volleyball
and horseback riding. And plenty of fireworks, of course, once it
does sound like fun,” Lex said, checking the label on another
pair of pants. And it actually did, in a bizarro alternate universe
kind of way. Lex Luthor enjoying bucolic delights. “You should
take the day off. I think I can live without you for one night.”
looked up at Clark to gauge if he had come off sounding magnanimous
and not resentful, and caught an unguarded expression in the mirror.
thought you’d like to come. You could meet all my friends.
It wouldn’t be weird, I promise,” Clark pouted.
felt a little stunned. Did Clark just ask him on a date? “I
normally just watch the display from the penthouse,” he responded
I bet you’ve got a great view,” Clark shed his leather
and pulled the pants from frozen hands. “Well, that’s
okay. I haven’t seen the city’s display since I was
a kid. That’s always been my favorite part of the 4th, anyway.”
watched him pull up the second pair, his mind belatedly catching
up to their conversation.
had asked him on a date. And he’d…declined
was having a hard time processing the possibility. Was Clark developing
romantic feelings for him? It seemed improbable, given the nature
of their relationship, but Clark was…Clark. Lex really hadn’t
ever met anyone like him. He hadn’t seen this coming, hadn’t
picked up on Clark’s interest and couldn’t understand
the motivations behind it. Emotions were not an issue. The naive
boy wore them on his sleeve. But the underlying forces that drove
him to feel more than a casual tolerance for Lex in this arrangement?
Well, Lex couldn’t fathom where the boy had found encouragement.
Certainly not from Lex himself. He’d been far too careful
of Clark’s fragile innocence to have led him on in any way.
why was he thinking about how Clark felt right now, anyway?
The salient question was how he himself felt. And frankly, he had
time he spent with Clark was the most enjoyable part of his days,
and not just the sex, which was pretty goddamn good. Which admittedly
made it even more unusual that it was the hours before they went
to bed that Lex looked forward to. Since Lionel’s visit five
days ago, Clark had made Lex’s office sofa home, reading quietly
while Lex worked. It was a kind of easy companionship that Lex had
never experienced. At times he could almost forget that
Clark was being paid for his time.
he was being paid. He had to be as aware of that as Lex
was. Lex shook his head at his own self-indulgence. Of course, Clark
was only being polite. That’s who Clark was.
really. I don’t mind if you want to spend the day with your
will be with a friend.” Clark offered one of those sunny smiles
that lit the window-less room, dimples and all, and Lex found him
self grinning back. He could almost believe it were true. “Hey,
maybe we could do something special to celebrate.”
like…I don’t know,” Clark purred, stalking towards
him. “Order a pizza or something?”
me guess,” Lex replied drolly, “You’re hungry
pressed his mouth to Lex’s, laughing against his smiling lips.
“You know me so well.”
pulled back, shaking his head again. He’d like to
know Clark well, but they weren’t there yet.
bent down and started gathering the discarded clothing, tossing
it into two separate piles. “Well, why don’t we settle
up here and go have dinner? I could eat something as well.”
how’d you get them to stay open so late, anyway?”
tossed a condescending smirk over his shoulder. “They wouldn’t
dare refuse me. I spend a great deal of money here.” This
boutique really did have some of the hottest designers represented.
“What about this, Clark?” he asked, holding up a pale
green cashmere sweater. “It looked great on you, but it’s
too heavy for summer… Might as well pick it up, though. You’ll
need some dress clothes at University this fall.” He decided
the issue and threw it in the ‘keeper’ pile.
He turned to find the cause of Clark’s obvious dismay and
found him staring down at the growing mound of clothes. “You’re
not planning to buy me all that, are you? It’s too much.”
leather pants alone cost more than everything in my closet right
now!” Clark was becoming seriously agitated. “It’s
just one night of clubbing, right?”
relax. The expense means nothing to me. We have almost three weeks
left. Clubbing this weekend, who knows what else after that.”
He stepped forward and pressed Clark back against the wall, his
hands cupping the strong jaw. “Let me do this for you, okay?
It’s something I want.”
warred in Clark’s expressive eyes. He’d been opposed
to allowing Lex to buy him any clothing, saying it wasn’t
part of their agreement, worried about Lex’s extra expense,
but Lex had insisted, using the nightclub excursion as an excuse,
when in reality he only wanted to treat the boy who was always so
willing to please him. He hoped that fact would sway Clark from
his ethical dilemma.
I guess… I guess if it makes you happy…”
does, Clark,” he assured and leaned in to taste Clark’s
had popped a pill before calling for the limo, shaking his head
at Clark’s offer of a bottle of water to swallow it with.
“No, I like it undiluted,” Lex had said with a Cheshire
grin that told him Lex hadn’t been swallowing aspirin for
another of his headaches.
now that he was about to step out from under the veil of the penthouse
and into a part of Lex’s real life, Clark climbed into the
limo and leaned carefully back into the leather seat, choosing his
words how he thought Lex must choose all of his. With purpose, clarity
was it, Lex?” He needed to know. Just in case.
Is the small town boy curious enough to try it himself?” Lex
leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees, sexy little smile
charming its way straight into Clark’s pants before he could
command his body to resist. At his incredulous look, Lex leaned
back, slumping in the seat, hands tucking into his pockets.
looked away, squinting, as if he were trying to see through the
tinted glass to the right of Lex’s body. “I’m
not that sheltered, Lex. And not that stupid either. Just
tell me what it was.”
slithered—there was no other word for the drowsy,
liquid way he moved low to the floor of the limo—over to his
seat and climbed on top of Clark’s lap, thighs spread in a
V over Clark’s own. One long, slow lick wetted Clark’s
face from collar to eye and Lex leaned back laughing, ass pressing
against Clark’s legs. “Guess.”
hands tugged his shirt out of his leather pants to slip up, awakening
Clark’s skin with icy fingertips that traced ragged, fast
lines, then closed to pinch his nipples.
back straightened and his mouth fell open with the mind-bending
sensation of a squirming, untamed Lex on his lap, hands busy and
breath coming in hard pulls already.
wits apparently hadn’t been dulled by the drugs; he claimed
Clark’s open mouth, tongue diving deep and fast, pointed into
a sharp, strong tool that touched so far inside his mouth that he
thought maybe if he swallowed, Lex would just disappear.
the first pause for gulping breaths from both of them, Lex teased,
“Well? What do you think?”
didn’t really want to bring Lex down from the altitude he
was soaring at, but he wanted Lex to know that he wasn’t ignorant.
The novelty of his youth and innocence had probably been worn thin
by the hours they’d passed with senseless, uninhibited fucking,
with Lex teaching him things he never even knew he’d wanted
to learn. He’d lost too much innocence lately to let Lex believe
that was all his money had bought.
been in Metropolis enough to know what designer drugs floated around
the clubs. He’d saved too many junkies and seen too many men
with wide, bloodshot eyes and unsteady legs to miss the signs. Lex
wasn’t an addict—probably wasn’t even disposed
to becoming one—but his behavior was just a little too uninhibited
Jesus, Lex.” Clark shook his head, trying to ignore the hands
that gently groped over his body, the strong thighs squeezing his
own. “I can’t believe you do drugs. Don’t
you know what ecstasy does to your brain?”
heel of Lex’s hand pressed hard into Clark’s cock, rubbing
slow, irresistible circles that had him hard in seconds, despite
his disapproval of Lex’s motivation.
know what it does to my cock.” Lex licked his lips, then flopped
onto the leather next to him, knees falling open and hand reaching
down to unzip his own fly. “I’m tense, Clark.”
just like that, they were back in their roles. Clark didn’t
mind so much though, since the pill was already dissolving into
Lex’s bloodstream and taking effect. He’d have to ride
out the next few hours, keeping a close watch on Lex, who looked
over at him expectantly.
the time Clark was on his knees, pants unfastened to display his
own hard length for Lex, Lex’s head was lying back on the
seat, his eyes closed and hand reaching unsteadily out to grasp
in Clark’s hair as it always did. Clark reached up and guided
the hand to the back of his head, then wet his lips and sank down
on the half-hard cock that lay neglected and waiting for him.
flexed the muscles of his neck and held still as Lex snapped to
life under his ministrations, hips bucking fast and desperate up
into his mouth as he sucked and swallowed. Lex’s other hand
tangled in his hair too and he stopped all efforts to please Lex.
This was how Lex liked to fuck when he was thinking about business.
Hard and fast—get the pleasure out of the way so it wouldn’t
distract him as he worked, or sulked in the most private, defensive
way Clark had ever seen anyone feel sorry for themselves.
bumping against his throat, he closed his eyes and gave up the control
Lex was looking for. The hands on his head squeezed hard, thumbs
digging into his temples. Lex groaned over his head, teeth clenched
and eyes fierce like he was punishing Clark, or himself. Clark swallowed
hard and Lex came violently, hips bucking wildly, ass lifting high
off the leather seat, his cry edged with an agony that twisted the
pleasure into something else. Maybe tonight, pain was part of the
pleasure for Lex.
it always was.
shoved Lex aside, then grabbed his sleeve, steadying him when he
faltered just a little. He yelled across the bar before the man
could start pouring Lex’s drink. “Hey, wait! He’ll
have water—bottled, whatever’s most expensive—and
so will I.”
ordered scotch, Clark.”
Lex, and no arguments.” Clark leaned down, yelling his frustration
in Lex’s ear. “You know you shouldn’t drink alcohol
on top of that stuff.”
barkeep returned with their water and Lex glared up at him, twisting
the top off of his and taking a long drink. Bottles in hand, they
leaned back against the bar at Epitaph and watched the
myriad limbs moving in time with the thumping bass of a song that
should never have been covered by anyone.
was weird being here again, with Lex. As Lex’s…not date.
Clark recognized some of the faces in the crowd, mostly looking
him over like their next meal, which he’d kind of gotten used
to before, but now there were other looks. Envious looks that he
thought were because of Lex. And knowing looks, too. The
collar felt really tight around his throat, and he stole a glance
at his companion.
of blue light flashed across Lex’s face, his eyes staring
eerily into the bright light, the clear pale blue highlighted in
a way that made him look like Clark’s idea of sinister. He
smirked at the ridiculous idea and sighed at Lex’s next sluggish
blink, the drug-induced delay of Lex’s reactions pulling fingernails
down the chalkboard of Clark’s already raw nerves.
looked away, couldn’t stand to witness the altered state that
made Lex seem… pliable. The loose exterior, the eyes that
looked without restraint, the hand that swept over his head, the
fingers that pecked the bass rhythm on the lid of his water bottle—it
wasn’t real. Lex’s entire demeanor lied, and Clark despised
that something in Lex needed the drugs to find this kind of freedom.
he watched the crowd, carefully avoiding the eyes that played too
much for his comfort, Clark felt someone watching him—and
it wasn’t Lex.
to be casual, he scanned the room and met a hazel stare and a wide
smile. Not wanting to seem bashful or embarrassed, Clark held the
gaze and smiled back, reflexively stepping closer to Lex until his
elbow was bumping into Lex’s arm, establishing his loyalty.
After a long moment he turned to look at Lex.
Lex was watching the man too, a hungry focus obvious in his eyes.
“He’s beautiful isn’t he? Look, he’s taking
his shirt off for you, Clark.” Lex was close, his lips barely
touching Clark’s ear, yelling louder than he had to, voice
just a little… off.
looked up as the man across the room peeled off his shimmery shirt
and tossed it into the dark recesses by the wall. Tan, golden skin
threw tiny gleaming spots of light from sweat and what Clark guessed
must be some kind of glitter. Even through the pounding thump of
bass, Clark heard Lex suck in a breath, then realized with a start
that no, it must have been him that had gasped. Lex was snaking
an arm around Clark’s waist—cool, collected, taking
a drink to hide a sexy smirk.
flexing and pulling under the smooth, brilliant dazzle of skin,
the man began inching his way towards them, never slowing or stopping
the perfect movement of his legs and arms to the beat of the music.
His wavy mop of blond hair shone bright in the flashes of the moving
lights, tiny damp tendrils sweat-sticking to the sides of his face,
inviting any and all to reach out and feel the softness of the loose
curls. A stray lock fell forward as the man slid between two other
men, grinding up against one of them while the other moved eager
hands up his back.
hand went to his own hair, an unconscious move to tuck away the
lock that had fallen forward on the man’s face. He could feel
it tickling his face as the man threw his head back, exposing
a long, sumptuous throat. Clark wanted to touch his hair, to run
his fingers slowly through the silky length of it, to bury his face
in it and smell it. He closed his eyes and licked his lips…
coconut and clean filled his fantasy senses as he took a deep breath.
smooth, sweat-slick skin of Lex’s scalp wouldn’t tangle
in his mouth as he licked it, wouldn’t ever be dirty or knotted
or get in their way as they fucked.
looking wasn’t touching; it wasn’t betraying.
glance from Lex gave Clark the permission he wouldn’t ask
for, and they both turned back to watch the firm, talented body
envied the man, strong cheekbones stunning and chin square and confident,
dancing because he wanted to, because maybe he had to—no
inhibitions and no doubts to get in the way of just moving
that body. Clark wanted that—wanted to be that way—wanted
to have everyone’s eyes on him but so many things were holding
him back, keeping him rooted at the bar, body tense with the need
to just move, but locked by Lex’s side.
side, where he wanted to be, he reminded himself, but now
he wanted this too, wanted to know what it felt like to be so free
and unchained and admired. It wasn’t even that he wanted everyone
staring, mouths open as he passed. He wanted Lex to look
at him the way he was looking at that man.
want him.” Loud and vibrating hard in his ear, Lex’s
voice snapped him guiltily from the thoughts.
it wasn’t an admonishment. It was… something very different.
shook his head, denying the possibility he didn’t even want
to consider. “No… I—” Clark swallowed hard,
steadying his voice. “He’s just so…”
It hissed out before Clark could stop it, before he could tear his
eyes away and turn his back, resist the desire that Lex was fueling
with his words.
took a long drink of water, then pushed the empty bottle across
the bar and nodded to the bartender for another. He wiped his lips
on the back of his hand and turned back to Lex, hoping damage wasn’t
let’s just go—” But Lex was already gone, the
air beside him swirling with the scent of cologne.
glanced up reluctantly, knowing what he was going to see.
body moving against the man’s, hands spreading and sliding
up that glistening chest as they moved together. Clark couldn’t
make himself look away when Lex’s chin tilted up to meet the
full, blush lips that lowered to meet his. It wasn’t a kiss
though—not quite. Lex turned his face at the last second,
yelling into the man’s ear instead.
in his shock, Clark wasn’t fast enough, couldn’t focus
through the music and confusion that slowed his reaction. He didn’t
hear what was said, but his stomach sank when the man reached down,
pulling Lex’s swaying hips flush with his, grinding against
him and smiling over Lex’s shoulder at Clark, a taunting look
on his face.
sighed with relief as the man turned and walked away, disappearing
into the jumble of dancers at the center of the club.
came back to him then, grinning like the cat that ate the mouse,
limbs just a little looser than they had been—a little less
control in his step. One hand closed over his shoulder and Clark
leaned down, offering his ear.
was it. ‘Follow me’ and nothing else—a command
from Lex, who only commanded him when it came to sex, when it came
down to control and power and submission.
but curious, Clark followed, trailing along through the ragged path
that Lex sliced all the way to the back of the club, to a corner
where a large door opened before Lex even knocked.
walked past the door attendant, who sat back down on a stool, looking
completely bored and just a little decadent. Lex led him down a
short hallway dotted with more doors, until they stopped in front
of one and this time Lex opened it himself, stepping aside and waving
Clark into the dark room.
here? Now? There were so many things that could be waiting in the
dark shadows of the room. Chains, handcuffs that he’d have
to pretend worked…whips that couldn’t touch his invulnerable
skin….a blindfold he’d not dare to look through. Anything,
was the last thing he expected, the last thing he thought Lex would
ask of him on their first night out together.
glow emphasized the lack of light in the room. It was warm, no hint
of a breeze, but he could taste the scent of leather in the air.
Clark’s fingers went to his throat, connecting with the metal
medallion that moved each time he swallowed. He ran his fingers
along the circle of leather, then let them drop. He stood still,
cock swelling at the thought of the chain that had never seemed
to warm against his skin as Lex had fucked him.
eating away at him, Clark relented and slowly looked around as Lex
watched him, waiting for a reaction. A small sound drew his attention
to the back of the room, and Clark bit his lips to keep from making
man, the one that Clark had so wanted to be, was lying on his stomach
on what looked like a metallic surgeon’s table, still as stone
and facing away from him and Lex. He was naked and beautiful, the
low light holding him there, painting shadows along the muscles
of his legs and buttocks, back and shoulders.
blood pounded in his ears and he turned his back, facing Lex, centering
himself on the thing he knew, the person he was with.
Clark bit back the name, uncertain about using it in this part of
the club. “What is he—”
A finger pressed hard on his lips and dragged down off his chin,
pulling his bottom lip a little. “Let me do the talking in
sent him a warning look, silencing him before he could protest any
further. Clark reached out to grab a sleeve as Lex stepped away
from him, but he missed by an inch and he was left to wait—to
see what Lex was up to. He shook his head in silent protest as Lex
approached the table, hands gripping around the metal edges, sliding
down alongside the length of the man’s body, but not touching
okay. You can come closer.” Lex sounded soothing, patient,
but if felt wrong; it felt too much like temptation.
I don’t want to. Can we just…” Clark’s lips
froze, open with the word hanging on his tongue as Lex leaned over
the man’s back and sucked on his shoulder. The body reacted,
muscles stretching and flexing with what Clark knew was relief.
A moan echoed in the room, just above the faded sound of the music
from the club, burning in his ears. ”...go. Let’s go.
straightened, not acknowledging Clark at all, but instead pulling
his shirttail from his pants, movements slow and sluggish. Clark
closed his eyes, denying the fact that the rustling of fabric told
him. Shaking his head, he opened his eyes again and found Lex, his
shirt hanging open, cuffs unbuttoned, sweat-slick skin reflecting
the soft light. Lex’s shirt floated in slow-motion to the
floor as he turned to look at Clark.
him.” Pale blue eyes glinting, Lex nodded toward the man on
the table, tongue flashing out to lick his lips.
heart swelled in his throat and he swallowed hard, hands clenching
at his sides. A part of him wanted to. He could do it, he could
just walk over and do it—lick that hard, toned body, taste
the salty burst of dance-sweat on his tongue, share this with Lex.
He stepped closer and Lex’s face lit up with a devious smile,
one Clark did his best to return.
wanted to play and had provided a tempting enough toy, but Clark
wasn’t in the mood for games with more than two players. In
fact, he couldn’t imagine ever sharing Lex at all. His pulse
quickened at the thought of that man taking pleasure that was meant
to be his.
caught Lex’s hand in a steely grip, knew it was too tight
even as he squeezed and Lex’s mouth flew open to say something
clever and sexy. He closed his mouth on it before Lex could speak,
tongue delving deep to indulge in the taste of the man that lay
silent beside them, waiting.
pulled away, lips curving in like he was savoring the kiss, recovering
from it. He shook his head, laughing low and angry, and reached
out to run the back of his hand over the man’s bare ass and
down his thigh. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”
shrugged in case Lex was watching for a reaction. He turned his
back on both of them, sparing himself from the harsh reality of
Lex’s hands on another man right there in front of
then he couldn’t not focus on the barely audible
slide of skin against skin, the slow whisper of Lex’s fingertips
flowing like water over the man’s body. Lex was touching
him, feeling that skin that had to be warm—hot—from
exertion and moving under the touches, wired with anticipation.
you want to lie there for me instead, Clark? Obedient and silent.
Nerves raw and open, waiting for my touch?” Lex’s voice
purred into his ear and a cool hand slid up the back of his shirt,
pulling it up, then coming around to rub hard on his cock as Lex’s
chest pressed against his bare back.
hand rubbed harder over his crotch, the lips on his ear biting and
tugging the lobe between Lex’s words. Clark’s tension
melted under the stroking on his confined erection, and he let his
head tilt into the mouth that spilled temptation like a fount.
at him, Clark.” Lex’s other arm wrapped around his chest,
urging him to turn so they faced the table again.
hesitantly looked, eyes filling with naked skin that still glistened,
even in the dim light. It was too much beauty, too tempting with
Lex’s permission and seduction breathing against his neck.
He blinked, looking off to the side, and Lex’s voice faded
to a low, sexy whisper.
okay, Clark. Look at him.” Lex pulled his zipper down and
fingers slid inside the waistband of his boxers, wrapping tightly
around his cock. “He’s all yours, and he’s up
for anything... just like you.”
mouth opened, slack with the heat that stroked along his crotch,
with the sight of the body stretching long and lean and rocking,
moving gently against the metal table.
man shifted his hips, the toes of one foot curling under for leverage
as he moved, rubbing himself on the table. His back flexed as he
pushed his hips down against the metal that Clark could almost feel,
cold and hard against his skin.
long would you last like that for me? Vulnerable and hard, dreading
every second that I deny you pleasure. Would you grind into the
table like that?”
Lex.” His voice was broken and Clark squeezed his eyes closed
tight, blushing his shame at having to resist the urge to watch.
you’d be good. You’d wait for me, wouldn’t you?”
Lex’s hand slipped lower, fingers fondling his balls, the
heel of his hand pressing hard against the base of Clark’s
erection. “It’s okay to want him, Clark—to wonder
what another man’s cock would taste like, feel like between
low whisper in his ear slitted his eyes open with a slow, hesitant
curiosity. He looked down at the hand buried in his pants, then
let his head fall back on Lex’s shoulder as another hand slid
up his chest to gently squeeze and tug his nipples. From under his
lashes, he watched the man on the table rub slow, long lines against
Lex licked into his ear, warm breath pulling the heat up his spine
as he spoke. “He might fuck you softer… deeper than
I do. He might lick you longer, rim you for hours instead of stopping
to fuck you.”
The hand on his cock squeezed hard and he moaned, blushing hot when
the man on the table echoed the sound.
felt Lex smile against his ear. His eyes rolled up into his head
with the breath of Lex’s voice on his neck, “You could
taste him, lick him open and slide inside. Feel him warm and tight
around your cock. I know you want it, Clark.”
shook his head, rocking his hips into Lex’s hand, desperate
for the sensations he was being teased with.
nibbled his neck, then Lex sucked hard, the perfect O of tingling
nerves under the mouth burning as Lex pulled off and whispered,
“He wants you to fuck him.”
don’t want him.” It was an obvious lie and the hand
on his cock was yanked away, leaving a cool emptiness behind as
his cock hung thick and heavy out of his open pants.
thought Lex would be mad, but instead, he stepped in front of Clark,
sinking to his knees, lips moving, opening inches away from his
cock. “There’s no reason to lie to me. I know
you want him.” The warm breath on his cock made him harder,
made him jump with the first lick of Lex’s tongue.
hard and way too late to deny his arousal, Clark sighed and closed
his eyes, one hand resting hesitantly on Lex’s cheek.
your eyes, Clark.”
he couldn’t, he didn’t want to. He wanted them alone
like this, alone with Lex that close, sucking him hard
and letting him sink into the soft heat that would bring him off
fast and hard and fill him with the power and confidence the man
on the table had. No, he didn’t want to open his eyes.
long, thick stroke of Lex’s tongue along his shaft and Clark
groaned as Lex pulled back. “Open your eyes. Look at him.”
please,” His hips rocked forward, seeking the warm wet of
at him.” Lex’s mouth closed finally, tight and sucking
so hard Clark couldn’t breathe. Then it slipped off again
and left him aching, cock bobbing in thin air. “Look at him
or I’ll stop.”
Le—Fine, I’ll—uhh…” Lex’s mouth
closed over his cock again as he opened his eyes and looked at the
man on the table. The guy was gripping the edges of the metal, knuckles
white. He turned his head and looked at them, eyes slowly dropping
from Clark’s face to his cock, to Lex sucking his cock.
hands closed on the backs of his thighs, pulling his pants down,
fingers tickling through the light hair on them. The man on the
table licked his lips and eased his body over, rolling onto his
side, eyes never leaving Clark’s body. The heat in those eyes,
the low moan that Clark knew was for him—for just the sight
of him—sent chills down his spine.
leaned away again, hands tightening on the backs of Clark’s
legs, red, wet lips smiling up at him as he groaned in protest.
Lex turned and looked over his shoulder at the man. “Touch
eyes flew wide at the command and his fingers twitched for a split
second—he was used to that order being for him.
you—shirt.” Clark looked into the mischievous smile
and crossed his arms down over his chest, pulling his shirt off
and trying to concentrate on Lex’s red, blurring lips instead
of the hand that moved in a slow, steady rhythm in the corner of
him. He’s jacking off for you, Clark. He wants you
as much as you want him.”
sheath of moist heat closed around his cock again and he wrapped
his hands on either side of Lex’s head, mind blurring as he
drank in the sight of his cock fucking slowly in and out of Lex’s
eyes flashed open and up at his and he knew the command that lay
behind them. He looked up grudgingly obeying Lex, paying the price
Lex demanded for the pleasure he was giving.
man’s eyes locked on his, holding him there as Lex’s
tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, slipping under his foreskin
with a ticklish, sexy caress. The man on the table lifted his hand
to his mouth, licking a stripe down his palm then closed his hand
back over his cock, jacking himself faster, harder, in cadence with
moaned, letting his heavy lids fall closed for a second before Lex
swallowed and they snapped open, completely filled with the sight
of the naked man thrusting up into his fist, mouth hanging open
as he watched Lex suck him off.
God.” Clark rolled his hips, wanting to resist the
sight of golden muscles flexing and bury himself in the memory of
so much white skin, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t force
himself to think of anything else now. So close, so fucking good
and hot, incredibly hot to just let go and feel, let himself watch
as the guy’s cock pumped harder, faster into the tight circle
of his fist.
tight squeeze of Lex’s mouth disappeared and Clark’s
head swam with the ache it left behind.
stood, mouth closing fast and hard on his, tongue thrusting in violently
before releasing his lips and shoving him towards the table. “Take
him,” pale brows rose in a mocking challenge. “Fuck
What are you—No!” Clark shook his head, stumbling back
away from Lex and the table and the man whose muscles rippled as
he propped himself up on one elbow, turning to watch them.
said. Fuck. Him.” Lex’s hands closed hard on his neck,
eyes fierce and mouth pinched. Clark jerked from the grasp, his
body screaming with the urge to run.
reached down and snatched up his shirt, yanking it on over his head
before tucking his half-hard cock away and fastening his pants.
“Fuck you, Lex.”
stood there, eyes blazing and a small smile curving on his lips.
“So we’ve finally defined ‘anything,’ have
What the fuck’s wrong with—yeah, Lex—anything.
With you, not him.” Clark turned on his heel, striding
to the door, pausing to throw one last retort over his shoulder.
“He’s not the one paying me.” He hoped it bit
hard enough to bleed.
guy on the table fell back, his head banging on the metal, sighing
his impatience. Lex didn’t even seem to remember he was there,
moving towards Clark with a speed that made him almost jump with
grabbed his jaw, pulling him down into a hard, punishing kiss. He
shoved roughly against Clark’s face as he released him. “No,
he’s not. I am.”
chest constricted, his heart pounding hard against the tightness
there. He held Lex’s stare for a few seconds, looking for
the man he thought he’d gotten to know, to feel more than
was no sign of him behind the crystal blue gaze. Clark nodded, eyes
filling with tears. He turned away, flung the door open and walked
as fast as he could down the hall, the heavy metal door slamming
shut behind him.
knew the minute he woke up that Clark wasn’t going to show
still had hope when he’d fallen into bed in the early hours,
used up and aching from too much stimulation and too much everything—while
he was still flying on the drugs. And what the hell had he been
thinking to take that shit around Clark in the first place?
even comforted himself with the sure knowledge that the poor substitute
sucking him off in the men’s room would soon enough be Clark
again, come crawling back and begging forgiveness for walking out
dare he. Fucking Smallville nobody. Bought and paid
for, wearing Lex’s mark, snubbing him among what passed for
his peers. Fuck Clark Kent. That’s what he’d thought
when he rolled out of bed, mouth full of cotton, and tacky remains
of a half-hearted orgasm in his shorts. Who needed him?
he’d waited at the penthouse until well after one o’clock.
He’d been half an hour late for the appointment with his tailor
because of it. Had suffered Marcus’ pitying solicitousness
when he’d remarked too sharply that Mr. Kent wouldn’t
make his fitting after all.
hour of fencing drills at Heiki’s studio hadn’t improved
his mood, but that was probably due to his skipping lunch, his stomach
refusing to acknowledge the existence of anything resembling hunger.
He’d put too much impetus behind every thrust, compromising
his defenses, and had been scored off of again and again. The strong
woman had made him pay for his mistakes, too, throwing him off balance
in their final match and sending him hard to the floor.
father would have added insult to injury, so he could at least be
thankful he hadn’t been foolish enough to call him for a match,
as he’d first considered with the lingering buzz still dulling
his better instincts.
he understood that he’d crossed the line with Clark
last night. Handled gently, Clark would do almost anything he asked.
Only Lex hadn’t been careful with Clark. He’d insulted
and abused him, and for no good reason, when he knew Clark wasn’t
built that way.
walked the block to his car without seeing the quaint neighborhood’s
expensive store fronts, native sandstone facades on centuries-old
irony was, he hadn’t even wanted to see Clark fuck that man.
It would have ended badly even if Clark had taken him up on his
offer. Especially if he had. But Lex had had to know for
had passed his test, while he’d failed Clark’s.
stopped short in the middle of the busy sidewalk, understanding
that calling Clark, attempting to make amends—it was something
he was going to do. He hadn’t grown tired of the boy yet.
Besides, he never burned bridges when he could avoid it.
further deliberation he flipped open his mobile phone and called
directory assistance for the number. His service dialed the number
automatically, but he memorized it in case he was cut off.
female voice answered “Kent Orchard.” An honest
voice and Lex felt an almost immobilizing surge of shame well up
in his throat. Momentarily speechless, he nearly disconnected the
call, but his attention was caught by the sound of Clark speaking
in the background, across the distance, “—smells great,
just a moment…honey—it’s for you.”
dinner? I’m starving…Hello?”
Only it wasn’t a question, it was a stall. Clark wasn’t
expecting him to call, but then, he was rather surprised himself.
there someone else you’re blowing off today?”
on a sec…Mom, I’ll take this upstairs, okay?”
voices fuzzed in the distance, muffled by Clark’s hand and
a moment later, Clark was picking up the other line and yelling
“Got it!” into Lex’s ear. Clark waited for the
tell-tale click before mumbling an uncertain, “Hey, Lex.”
he replied noncommittally. He really sucked at apologies.
what do you want?”
want you, Clark. Here.” Lex jerked his sleeve up, checking
his watch superfluously. “Six and a half hours ago.”
could almost see Clark’s indignant expression, as he answered
tersely, “Well, I guess you can’t always get what you
wondered if Clark had the same Stones tune playing in his head now,
and if the sub-textual taunt was deliberate. Because that was really
much more concerning than the surface jibe, even considering Clark’s
snotty tone of voice.
idea that Clark might possibly suspect him of needing him,
or understand Lex’s fear of that possibility, or worse, Lex’s
fear of Clark’s understanding of the fear… well, it
was all suddenly starkly terrifying. He considered disconnecting
the call on the little fucker, but didn’t feel confident that
he wouldn’t ultimately be forced to apologize for that, too.
was completely screwed.
I’m sorry. Last night…I was out of line.” Lex
held his breath waiting for Clark’s response.
sigh sounded in his ear. “I just…I don’t want
that, Lex. I don’t want to be with anyone but you.”
Clark’s voice pitched higher as he gained momentum, plowing
recklessly into uncharted territory. “I know I promised ‘anything’
but…just us, okay? And no more drugs, not when I’m around.
Otherwise, I don’t think I can do this.”
was planning on sending you your money back.”
needed me to help out around here this morning, and I couldn’t
get to the bank.”
enough.” Lex was careful to keep his voice soft and patient,
“I don’t care about the money. I’d like to have
you for the remainder of our agreement if you’re still available.”
I’m available?” Clark was teasing him under his tone
of thoughtful consideration. “Well, I don’t know, Lex.
Bruce Wayne put an ad in the paper for a similar position and I’m
interviewing with him tomorrow. Could you provide me a reference?”
smartass,” Lex grinned into the phone for a long moment, not
caring if he looked silly to the early evening strollers—men
and women with their packages, a few couples out on Saturday night
dinner dates. One woman gave him a warm smile and tucked into her
boyfriend’s embrace as they passed him.
couldn’t believe it could be this easy, knew he didn’t
deserve it to be.
stepped out of the flow of foot traffic, looking idly at the trays
of watches displayed in a jeweler’s window—a shop he’d
always meant to stop in. “I want to see you tonight,”
he said, voice low and husky. “Can you still make it?”
Clark’s soft voice sounded almost wistful. Lex wished he could
see the blush he knew was riding on the high cheekbones. “I’ll
head out right now.”
just one thing, Clark,” Lex said seriously, knowing Clark
was waiting for the shoe to drop, “I hate to say anything,
but…you’re eating me out of house and home. What are
the chances your mother might feed you before you hit the road?”
laughed out loud this time. “Very funny, Lex. But yeah, I
am pretty hungry. So—I guess I might be kind of late.”
Frustration carried over the line.
see you when you get here.”
Bye, Lex, and—I’m really glad you called.”
disconnected the call, dropping the slim phone into his pocket.
It would be hours before Clark could get from Smallville to Metropolis
even if he eschewed his normal habit of riding the bus, and asked
his mother to borrow the car. He ducked into a jeweler’s cool,
dim shop, visions of a laughing, forgiving Clark doing strangely
pleasant things to the pit of his stomach.
careful hands pulled him from the warmth of groggy sleep, the touches
a delicious ache that emphasized the soreness of his limbs. Clark.
reluctantly opened his eyes and rolled to face Clark, wincing at
the sharp pain in his side.
what’s wrong?” Clark pulled the covers off him, revealing
darkly bruised ribs. “Jeez, Lex! What happened? Did that guy
do something to you last night?”
young man’s voice was full of anger and concern for his well-being
and Lex smiled through the haze of painkillers he’d taken
before crawling in bed to wait for him. “You have too many
clothes on, Clark.”
got an exasperated sigh for his observation. “Lex, tell me—what
struggled to sit up, reaching for the hem of Clark’s shirt.
Recognizing that his resistance was futile, Clark stood and stripped,
standing beside the bed until Lex answered him before crawling in
nothing. Just a fall I took while training today.” Lex lay
back down and waited for Clark to settle carefully beside him. “You
won’t break me, Clark,” he hinted before he was engulfed
in a tentative embrace.
did you take something? You said you wouldn’t…”
A large, warm hand palmed his scalp, stroking him like something
fragile. “...and you’re acting kind of strange. Stranger,
worry, it was doctor prescribed.” Lex giggled, cleared his
throat abruptly, then giggled again. Well, Toby had passed
the boards, and on his first try, too.
then.” Clark didn’t sound 100% convinced, but it didn’t
matter. Not so long as he kept touching Lex. Heated hands skating
across his skin, lightly massaging the length of his spine—vertebra
by vertebra—discreet kisses pressed to his brow and temple
after his breath evened enough for Clark to imagine him asleep again.
then he felt himself drifting off, nestled warm and secure in Clark’s
wet slide of lips pulling on his cock tugged Clark up from the dream-dazed
sleepiness that scratched in his eyes and weighed on his limbs.
He stretched relaxed, languid muscles and flexed his toes as the
mouth sucked slowly and steadily on his already straining erection,
then disappeared, replaced by the warmth of a flushed cheek lying
low on his belly.
lips opened against him, tongue licking a slow, broad line of cool
wetness up Clark’s length as he lifted his head, tired eyes
slitting open to watch.
closed them again and held on to the sleepy haze, willing his mind
back to the now fleeting dream images of him and Lex doing oh-so-many
sexy things. A low, hungry moan vibrated around his cock, and Clark
sank deeper into a slow-motion dream of Lex on his knees, sucking
harder and harder until his cock was fucking deep into Lex’s
squeezed his eyes tightly shut as teeth slid, barely scraping along
his foreskin. Lex’s tongue slipped up underneath the hood,
slowly circling the head of his cock.
God, yes…” Clark bit his lip and groaned loudly,
shaking his head back and forth on the pillow in protest at the
broken silence. His head spun with the wet, soft heat of Lex’s
tongue. The tip of Lex’s nose dug into his belly as Clark
took a deep breath and pleaded for more. Lex loved him to beg and
Clark reveled in his power to make Lex lose control, “Suck,
oh God… suck harder. Please… yes… just like that…”
arching and curling with the waves of pleasure that burned down
his legs, Clark groaned as Lex sucked harder, inching down until
it pressed into Lex’s throat. Lex pulled off, meeting Clark’s
pained, protesting gaze as he sucked his own thumb. Clark’s
head rolled back, moaning his approval when Lex moved to press the
thumb into him. A moment later the wet, tight heat of Lex’s
mouth was sucking him again while the thumb fucked him gently, pushing
and pulling inside him until he wanted more, until he couldn’t
stand the ache each pull out left behind.
breath tickled on Clark’s stomach and he pushed up into Lex’s
throat, unable and unwilling to wait any longer. “Lex, please.
Oh… oh God, yes… fuck… fuck me, please.”
moan vibrated on his cock, lassoing and tightening every muscle
in his groin. Clark released the sheets in his hands and balled
them into fists of forced control before opening them wide on either
side of Lex’s head. The hard pull on his cock took him over
the edge and he plunged into the release, pouring himself down Lex’s
throat, groaning and holding every muscle taut until the final aftershock
thumb slipped out of him and Clark sighed heavily, sounding for
all the world like a forlorn lover but he didn’t care, didn’t
care about anything but seeing Lex, kissing him and tasting himself
on those lips and returning the favor a hundred-fold.
scooted up his body, mouth closing on his as they found grooves
to tuck their hands into, curling together in an easy, lazy embrace
as they kissed.
slept almost like this, entwined, Clark waking every few hours to
touch the warm, bare skin that always arched into his fingers. Even
asleep, Lex’s body was used to him now, answering his pleas
for constant contact with the gently rocking of his hips against
Clark’s ass as he slept.
wondered if Lex knew how many times he’d gotten hard in the
night, how many times Clark had reached behind them both, his hand
spreading on Lex’s ass to pull them tighter together, to encourage
the soft, shallow rubbing that had left Clark whispering moans against
the silence of the dark hours of morning.
awake and remembering the sweet, slow strokes of Lex’s hard
cock against his ass, Clark squirmed closer, whining a protest as
Lex rolled gently away from him, sitting up on the edge of the bed
and reaching for the nightstand, opening the drawer.
handed him a small box, his face revealing nothing.
fumbled with the lid until it slid off the box, and dropped it to
the bed as he reached into the box. A watch gleamed in the soft,
curtained light of the room, and what could only be a diamond glinting
back at him from just below twelve o’clock.
was gorgeous, something he would never have picked for himself,
but somehow it suited his taste perfectly. Simple and straightforward.
Lex had clearly had him in mind when he’d chosen it.
five little letters at the bottom of the face made him force the
smile that he knew Lex expected. He kept his voice steady and soft
as he spoke. “What… what’s this for?”
smiled and stood, his cock hanging heavily between his legs in a
temptation Clark wouldn’t be able to resist much longer. But
Lex turned, walking towards the bathroom, smirking over his shoulder
at Clark as he walked away. “A reminder. So you won’t
be late again.”
fell back on the bed and considered the gift, elated by what he
knew was further proof of Lex’s affection. It was something
he would treasure forever, a sentimental reminder of his time with
Lex that the clothes and the collar never could be. Some piece of
Lex that he’d always have, even if they never spoke again
after their thirty days were over. But it also meant something else.
It meant that these thirty days might just be the beginning of something
slipped it on his wrist, reveling in the feeling of the cool metal
and heavy weight that felt more like a symbol of ownership than
the collar Lex had given him.
felt like something he could count on.
scooted off the bed and walked into the bathroom, pausing at the
door to take in the sight of Lex, naked and looking at himself in
the mirror, mouth full of white foam as he brushed his teeth.
gently fluttering his hesitation, Clark stepped up behind the expanse
of pure, pale skin, his arms circling around Lex’s waist.
you. I love it, but you didn’t have to. I mean, you don’t
have to give me things. You’re already—”
words died on his tongue and he ducked his head, lips resting on
Lex’s shoulder, eyes closed against the strangely comfortable
reflection of the two of them so close and casual.
listened as Lex rinsed his toothbrush and tapped it on the counter,
then raised his head as Lex’s damp hand covered his own.
know it’s your day off but…” Lex slipped from
his embrace, walking to the shower and reaching in to turn the water
on. “... I was thinking we might go have breakfast.”
went to the linen closet, pulling out two towels and draping them
on the warming rack, his movements a cover for his surprise. This
was the first morning he’d stayed long enough to wake up with
Lex, never sure if his continued presence would be welcomed. Now
he was being offered even more time. He could really get used to
this. “Sure, if you want to. I mean…I’d like that.”
spread slowly through the bathroom as Lex stepped in under the spray,
skin shining wet and reddening quickly under the heat. Rivulets
of water trailed down his face and Clark smiled as Lex shook them
off, eyebrows rising and mouth curving into a smile. “Well?
Aren’t you coming in?”
stacked another packet of creamer on his miniature pyramid. “So
then, I just entered it in the science fair and they picked mine
as runner-up. Two semester scholarship to Met U., books and room
and board included. The winner got a full scholarship, but I figure
this will get me started. After this year, I’ll get a student
loan or something.”
science fair? That’s how you decided where you were going
yeah. I mean, there really wasn’t a choice. I don’t
play sports—well, I play, but not on teams. Besides, Met U.
is fine with me. I never planned on going away to school. Mom and—Dad—always
depended on me.”
lowered his head, fingers busily deconstructing the pyramid of creamer
and starting work on the Eiffel tower. He hadn’t meant to
talk so much—Lex had more important things to think about
than his problems.
be proud of you, Clark.”
looked up then, slowly shaking his head, wishing Lex was right.
“No… no, he wouldn’t. He was… he always
tried to teach me right from wrong. This—” Clark waved
his hand in the air between them, “this would have killed
sounds like he was salt of the earth. That kind of man would be
proud of you for taking care of everything. For putting yourself
last. Self-sacrifice is very… honorable.” Lex’s
gaze seemed to insist he spoke the truth, but Clark shook his head
again, clearing his throat, a pained smile forcing his lips apart.
not all sacrifice though, is it?”
smiled back at him, eyes soft and intense. Clark held them, gently
warmed by the sympathy and support behind them. Lex broke the eye
contact, reaching over and collecting the creamers from Clark, scooting
them out of reach on his side of the table.
father must seem like a monster to you.” Lex’s voice
was tinged with regret, with a subtle bitterness that Clark frowned
wasn’t sure what to say to that, but Lex was looking at him,
waiting for a response. “Well he wasn’t exactly ‘salt
of the earth’ the other day, I’ll say that. I can’t
imagine what it must’ve been like growing up in your house.”
grinned behind his coffee cup. It wasn’t that Lex was trying
to sound conceited—he just did. “Right. You don’t
look a thing like him, you know.”
nodded and shook his head. “I look like my mother—well,”
he ran a hand over his head, “I looked more like her when
I had hair.”
color was it?”
laughed at the question and Clark grinned, glad it hadn’t
rubbed Lex the wrong way. “Red, if you can believe that.”
what was it like?” Clark shook his head. He knew Lex wasn’t
fishing for pity and he didn’t want to give it, but he was
curious. “I mean, in your houses?”
filled his cup again and took a sip, lips curling in like he was
savoring the taste, even though Clark thought it was pretty lousy
I guess. Nanny, private schools, furniture you couldn’t sit
on. All the really interesting objects locked behind glass cases.
I did have one hell of a comic collection though.”
yeah?” Clark leaned back in his chair, smiling. This was the
time he loved the most, the time when Lex was his friend, his companion.
And technically, he was off the clock, so Lex wasn’t paying
my mom bought me one and it grew from there. I think they’re
still around somewhere—probably in storage.”
was she like?”
did a double-take, his soft smile fading fast, then his lip quirked
up, spreading into a smile again. “She was… incredible.
Quiet, but expressive. She used to invent excuses to take me out
of school. She wore these dresses that made her look ethereal.”
Lex’s eyes flickered to the window as he paused and Clark
waited, holding his breath, drinking in the moment.
red lipstick caught his eye and Clark looked up, then pointed at
Lex. “That’s his.”
waitress sat Lex’s plate in front of him and grinned down
at Clark, smacking her gum. “Then you must be the gravy biscuit
with the side of hash browns and blueberry pancakes.”
turned his plate, taking his fork and knife in the wrong hands,
holding them in the ready position as he waited for Clark to take
the first bite. Clark blushed at the courtesy and quickly shoveled
a forkful of hash browns into his mouth.
went to work on his food too, their silence filled with the low
notes of classical music.
was glad for their booth in the corner—the small diner was
packed. Churchgoers, Clark supposed. A few of them gave him and
Lex a second glance, but he wasn’t sure if they were noticing
Lex’s bare head or the fact that their feet were touching
under the table. Either way, Lex didn’t seem to notice their
washed down the last of his pancakes with a long drink of coffee
and smiled into the bottom of the cup, thinking of Lana and Chloe,
probably hauling bagels and coffee at this very moment.
are you smiling about?” Lex wiped his mouth on his napkin
and pushed his plate back.
smirked at the question. “Just thinking about some friends
who are working their butts off right now.”
started when Lex leaned forward and took his hand, pulling it across
the table, over their plates.
winked at him as he turned Clark’s wrist back at an uncomfortable
angle, checking the time on Clark’s new watch. He scooted
his chair back and stood up. “I have to go—video conference
in an hour.”
pulled his wrist back across the table and looked at the watch Lex
had given him just a couple of hours ago. The hands were covering
the diamond—noon. He looked up at Lex, disappointed that their
time was over. “It’s Sunday, Lex.”
in New Zealand.” Lex flipped open his phone and dialed, then
requested that the car be brought around.
he was set in motion, Lex never stopped, never stilled. Clark sat,
watching him with fascination as he pulled his suit jacket on and
tossed a fifty onto the table.
raised eyebrows made him jerk out of his self-indulgent observation
and he stood, scooting his chair back under the table before following
Lex out of the diner.
tall buildings blocked the long rays of the early afternoon sun,
but it reflected off mirrored windows and blazed in their eyes as
they stopped to wait for the car.
frowned as the limo pulled up and Lex opened the door, waving him
impatiently inside. “I think I’m going to catch the
bus, Lex. I’ll walk to the stop—you know, stretch my
legs.” He patted his stomach and smiled. “Thanks for
smiled back, slipping on his sunglasses and nodding. “I’ll
see you tomorrow then?”
gaze dropped to his new watch again, glinting in the bright light,
and he smiled at Lex’s idea of a little reminder. “Six
sharp—I won’t be late.”
yanked open the drawer to his desk. It was somewhere in
the loft, he knew that. He hadn’t taken it in the house—that
was for sure.
it fell out of his pocket when he’d been sleeping on the couch
that afternoon. He knelt down and peered under the couch. Just cobwebs
sat back on his heels, frustrated and worried. Even if Lex hadn’t
asked him to wear it since their night at the club, it wasn’t
the kind of thing you wanted to misplace. He closed his eyes and
sighed in exasperation.
know what you’re looking for.”
jumped, pushing up fast from the wood planks and shaking his head
at his mother’s sober face. “I’m not looking for
anything,” he lied, heart pounding with dread.
stepped closer, eyes as serious and cold as he’d ever seen
them, chilled by fear, not anger. “Clark, I don’t want
you doing this anymore.”
stomach lurched in horror as she brought her hand up to show him
the collar, lips pursed and head shaking in profound disapproval.
He reached for it, but she made no move to hand it to him and he
lowered his arm, fingers moving nervously to play with the seam
on the leg of his jeans. “Mom, it’s not what you think.”
mom looked down at her hands, fingers clutching the collar there
like there was no way she was going to give it up. Clark shifted
his weight from foot to foot as she traced the engraved medallion
with her finger. “It has his initials on it, Clark. Why would
he give you something like that if it isn’t what I think?”
Lex likes me to wear it when he goes out. He thinks it makes me
blend in better when we’re out somewhere. It—you know,
makes me look less like a bodyguard.”
more like his property? Clark you can’t be serious.
You actually think he gave you this—this dog collar...”
Her voice shook and she held the leather band out in the air, displaying
it for emphasis. “...You think he gave you this so you’d
blend in? Where is he taking you that this would
help you blend in?”
really.” The incredulous look he got demanded more. “Clubs.
Night clubs. Look, mom, I know what I’m doing.”
think I know what you’re doing, too, Clark. And it terrifies
me. Tell me you’re not… tell me he’s not paying
you to…” Tears striped her face and Clark moved to take
her in his arms, unable to look at the expression that cut so deep
he considered telling her everything, just so he could tell her
how good he and Lex were together. How most of the time, it wasn’t
even about the money anymore.
please. Please don’t cry.” Clark squeezed his eyes shut,
his voice wavering as he spoke.
her cheeks with the back of her hand, his mom pushed away from his
chest to look up at him with the same pleading eyes he’d seen
when his father died.
listen to me. We don’t need the money this badly. I love that
you’re trying to help. Just… not this way, please honey…
not like this. Promise you’ll stop this… you’ll
stop letting him use you.”
promise…” Clark paused, swallowing hard around the lie.
“... I promise Lex isn’t using me like that. I just
protect him, that’s all. He would never… he’s
not like that.”
mother’s hand was still on his arm and he reached up to cover
it with his hand, to squeeze gently, then ease the leather band
from her fingers. She shook her head in protest, but Clark slipped
it into his back pocket and wrapped his arms around her again, pulling
scared, Clark. I’ve never been so scared in my life. Your
father—” Her choked sob muffled against his chest as
he tightened his embrace.
I know, Mom. I was scared, too.” Clark kissed the top of her
head and breathed in her shampoo scent. “It’s all going
to be okay now. Don’t worry about Lex—he’s a good
man. He wants to help us.”
head shook, hair rubbing under his chin, and Clark let her step
out of his arms.
he wanted to help, he wouldn’t be asking you to do things
you’re uncomfortable with.”
I’m… I’m not uncomfortable with it.” Clark’s
cheeks heated and he looked down at the floor, tucking his hands
in his pockets. “And he said I don’t have to
wear it. It’s my choice.”
raised his eyes slowly, peeking out from under his bangs, and saw
his mom’s face go from sorrow to shock.
only trying to help us, mom. You know, he’s paying me way
more than I deserve.”
nodded, eyebrows raised, and sighed. “That’s precisely
why I question his motivation.”
have to trust me, Mom. And try to trust him. He’s not…
he only has good intentions, even if he doesn’t always go
about things the way we would.”
watched as she turned her back, chin tilting up as she looked out
the window at the setting sun.
better go. You’re going to be late.”
pulled his jacket from the railing, then walked over to kiss her
on the cheek. As he moved to the stairs, she stopped him.
Her back still turned to him, she spoke softly. “I want to
meet him. Would he be willing to do that?”
heart jumped to his throat and he nodded fast, smiling to cover
his uncertainty. “Of course he would. I’ve told him
about you and… Dad. I’ll ask him tonight.”
whispered words chased him as he raced down the steps, throwing
on his jacket as he went, “Be careful, sweetie.”
morning sunlight spilled onto the bed, invited there by Lex who
wanted to see all that his lazy thrusts forced from the boy beneath
in light that was a shadow to his unworldly luminescence, with drowsy
changeling eyes, he was a golden, gilded angel.
even with sleep and sex-tangled curls, warm and fragrant, flush-stained
skin dewed with salty perspiration, and a soft pouty mouth that
parted on each hitching, breathy gasp. He was base, carnal temptation.
he was, given to Lex freely. Lex knew it. Clark was his.
beautiful,” he whispered into Clark’s mouth.
cock flexed inside the tight, yielding channel of Clark’s
body, the plea urging him deeper. Nose to nose, guileless eyes flared
slightly with every long stroke. He bent frequently to dip his tongue
between eager red lips—into the slick, hot cavern of Clark’s
mouth, quickly pulling away, flicking his tongue across Clark’s
wet lips in a tease that guaranteed needy whimpers.
me what you want, Clark.” His voice strained, rasping with
the effort to make this one last forever. “Anything you want…”
Lex,” he moaned, taut, powerful body arching under Lex. You…this…more...”
coherent for Lex’s craving, and he quickened his pace, every
forceful thrust pressing Clark’s leaking cock hard between
their bellies. He bent his head to taste Clark’s throat, scenting
along the strong jaw, morning stubble grazing sensitized skin. He
worried the thin flesh below Clark’s ear between his teeth
before sucking on the tender lobe.
let you fuck me,” he whispered the secret into Clark’s
ear, the answering buck threatening to unseat him. “Is that
what you want? Tell me…”
god, Lex…please...” Clark’s head twisted,
his lips seeking Lex out. “Kiss me…”
tongues tangled together, no longer sweet and languid, but wild
and hungry. Lex would have kiss-bruised lips today, but he couldn’t
make himself care. He bit hard on Clark’s lower lip, wanting
him to carry a similar reminder, but knew he was only dreaming.
Clark’s skin was strangely immune to marking, to Lex’s
finally pulled away, gasping for breath, Clark’s limpid eyes
locked on his own.
of electronics worked its way inside Lex’s consciousness,
vaguely irritating him when he realized his answering machine was
recording a message.
the fuck calls at six a.m.?
it’s Victoria. Are you there, love?//
rhythm faltered and Clark murmured a protest, pulling his legs up
higher around Lex’s ribs to urge him on.
hope you haven’t forgotten. You’re to send a car to
the airport for me tonight. I’ll be in at seven. You’ll
buy a girl dinner before she shows you how much she’s missed
you, won’t you, Lex?//
dark head turned on the pillow to stare at the machine, his mind
having finally registered the call. Lex didn’t hear the rest
of Vicky’s plans for their evening, frozen as he was by the
hint of a trembling chin and the feel of Clark’s rapidly flagging
What could he say? Clark shook his head slightly, disbelievingly,
still staring towards the disembodied voice, complaining now about
the tourists thronging London and the chaos of Heathrow.
a resigned sigh, Lex pulled his still-hard cock from Clark and fell
back beside him. “She’s just a business associate.”
sat up, wrapping the sheet around his narrow hips as he swung his
legs out of bed. Lex could see the hurt in the bow of his back.
A quaver shot through his voice as he asked, “Do you fuck
harsh bark of laughter and Clark stood up, striding for the bathroom,
calling over his shoulder, “Like me, Lex?”
don’t be like this. It’s…complicated.” Lex
pulled himself up and off the bed, legs leaden with his own uncertainty.
“You know I never promised you anythi—” The bathroom
door shut sharply in his face as he caught up to Clark, and he leaned
a hand against the door frame, rubbing his eyes with the other as
he collected himself.
did Clark expect from him, a declaration of love? They’d
known each other all of three weeks. Christ, Clark was still on
he’d had to admit to himself his feelings for Clark were growing
increasingly intense. He had already decided they would extend the
relationship beyond their month-long arrangement. Lex reasoned Clark
wouldn’t agree to being kept; he knew the boy had too much
pride to continue this as a monetary arrangement beyond an acute
financial need. And he was willing to accommodate Clark’s
small town sensibilities. Lex would woo him. Date him.
Anything to keep getting his daily fix.
he would not be manipulated into romantic declarations
of feelings he was still so uncertain of.
doorknob turned beneath his hand and he entered to find Clark already
showering, his long, lithe form indistinct behind steamed glass.
Hazel eyes showed wary surprise when he opened the door and stepped
into the hot spray. Hurt and betrayal etched every line of Clark’s
body as he stared uncertainly at Lex, water streaming down his face
from the tips of the heavy hair plastering the crown of his head.
moment later, Lex found himself thrown back against the wall, stray
droplets flying off both their bodies with the force of Clark’s
possession, his mouth moving on Lex’s hungrily, muffling his
startled cry. Clark’s insistent tongue forcing entry, plundering
him. Claiming him.
lungs ached to draw a full breath. Big hands moved roughly on him,
squeezing and gripping, and Christ it was good.
But his mind was screaming in protest—he couldn’t allow
Clark so much control. Not now.
hands slipped on the wet skin of Clark’s chest, nails scratching
along unaffected skin, finally succeeding in getting his attention.
Clark pulled back, naked need on his face, licking his lips and
begging, “Please don’t stop me, Lex. I want you...”
it was all right there, Clark’s meaning crystal clear. He
wanted it all—everything Lex had to offer.
want you too, Clark,” he answered, his own expression schooled
from years of study into something unreadable, though Clark tried.
His momentary confusion allowed Lex to switch positions, turning
Clark and pressing him against the cool tile. He slipped his arms
around and ran his hands up Clark’s abdominals, skating across
ticklish ribs to squeeze and pull hard little nipples.
made a small, frustrated sound, but lifted his arms and rested them
on the shower wall, giving Lex unfettered access to his body.
can’t help wanting you,” he said, sliding a hand down
Clark’s back, between the firm cheeks of his ass. He bit the
skin of one perfect shoulder as he thrust two fingers deep into
the tight sheath, still slick from his earlier preparations.
shuddered, groaning when he twisted both a rosy nipple and the fingers
inside Clark’s ass. “Vicky is business.”
His mouth slid along the planes of Clark’s back, smooth, wet
skin and hard muscles twitching under his quick, hard bites. “You’re
nothing but pleasure.”
strangled growl at the mention of the woman’s name rang sweet
in Lex’s ears. He thrust his fingers into Clark a few more
times and then quickly positioned his cock—
you fuck her, Lex?”
drove into Clark with one powerful thrust.
the slender hips with both hands, he withdrew to slam in again and
again, Clark’s body accepting his assault with clinging, scorching
like this,” he answered with hoarse voice, Clark’s questions
lost under his low moans as Lex set this new rhythm, pounding and
shoving ruthlessly in as the shower’s hot spray ran in thick,
flowing rivulets down their straining bodies.
wanted it slow and sweet this morning, but the phone call had eliminated
any possibility. Clark wouldn’t accept anything but what he
was getting now, anyway. Brutal fuck that might dull the pain of
his disappointment as it ravaged both of their bodies.
burn coiling at the base of his spine, Lex reached around to roughly
jack Clark’s cock in time with his thrusts, mouthing the long
throat when Clark’s head fell back to his shoulder.
was never long enough with Clark, always over too soon. His cock
was swelling inside Clark, tightening balls heralding his climax.
He squeezed Clark’s cock harder, twisting on each down-stroke.
A hard brush of his thumb over the smooth head brought Clark off
with a choked cry, his body shaking around Lex’s own pulsing
cock as hot come ran down his still tugging hand.
sagged into Clark, the wall supporting both their limp, panting
bodies for several minutes before pulling out.
about tonight?” Clark asked quietly, forehead still pressed
to the tile. “It’s Thursday.”
of Clark’s days.
tonight and tomorrow night off.” Lex said softly, running
a knuckle down Clark’s tensing back. “She’s only
going to be in town for a couple of days, Clark.” He pressed
a kiss to the flat of a shoulder blade, closing his eyes when Clark
flinched slightly at his touch. “Then we’ll celebrate
the 4th, just you and me.”
lunch today?” Clark’s voice was thick with bitter disappointment.
with Clark’s mother. Lex couldn’t believe he’d
agreed to it, except that Clark’s raw panic when he’d
arrived at the penthouse two days ago, after his mother finding
the collar—well, it had awakened something protective in Lex’s
psyche. He knew without Clark saying it—knew Clark couldn’t
say it, couldn’t ask Lex to lie to his mother—what his
role was to be.
mother’s approval was deeply important to Clark, as it rightly
should be, and Lex’s job was to put her mind at rest about
her son’s involvement with the dissolute Luthor playboy.
with Clark’s mother.
up to you.”
Kent was already seated when they arrived at the tastefully upscale
Italian restaurant. Lex had chosen it for its discreet wait staff
and management, not knowing what to expect from the encounter. He
could understand it if she were hysterical after finding her son’s
dog collar, with his initials signaling the ‘owner’.
had assured him on the ride over that she wouldn’t make a
scene—that she’d have it together—and small miracle,
she actually appeared to be relatively calm. She was a slight woman,
with an unmistakable presence that made her seem larger than she
was. Neat auburn bob tucked behind her ears, and well dressed, she
didn’t give the impression of being a farmer’s wife.
There was tension in the lines of her face, and a full mouth that
reminded him of Clark’s, though he knew there was no relation,
pursed in concern for her boy. She gave Lex a tight little smile
before assessing Clark.
resisted the urge to assess Clark for himself, not needing a reminder
of the pouting resentment to make this more difficult. Their morning
had been spent apart, Lex working in his office while Clark read
on the balcony, a deliberate snub after his recent habit of keeping
Lex company on the office’s leather couch.
as they approached her table, Martha held out her hand as Clark
introduced them, standing rigid beside him. “Mom, this is
Lex Luthor. Lex, my mom, Martha Kent.”
pleased to meet you, Mrs. Kent.” Lex smiled as genuinely as
he could, given the circumstances, hoping she would find it acceptable.
said nothing in response, eyes sliding back to Clark, and Lex knew
without looking it was worse than he had imagined. Not surprising.
It seemed to him Clark had never learned how to lie.
appeared at his elbow and took their drink orders, leaving tasseled
menus in his wake. “The baked lasagna is very good,”
he said, when no one made a move to open them. This was perhaps
the most awkward situation of his life.
Kent—” he began hesitantly before being cut off.
want to know what’s going on between you and my son.”
Clark exclaimed, just as the waiter returned with their drinks.
baked lasagnas, Caesar salads to start,” Lex ordered, willing
the man away from their table.
I told you, nothing’s going on…please don’t do
this.” Clark reached across the table to take his mother’s
hand, but her faded blue eyes were boring into Lex’s.
to be told that it was all in her imagination—just a silly
misunderstanding due to Lex’s peculiar partiality to dressing
his young bodyguards in bondage gear. This was where Lex was supposed
to lie—a practice not unfamiliar to him. Except he found he
couldn’t. Couldn’t lie under the watchful eyes of two
such decent people.
maybe it was just because he didn’t want Clark to witness
him in this deceit.
why don’t you check the restaurant’s perimeter,”
he suggested, and God, he sounded as ridiculous as he felt.
started to object until he realized he had no choice and only shot
Lex a warning glare before departing to his imaginary duties. Lex
turned back to Martha Kent and saw her eyes narrow in displeasure
over their transparent ruse. Lying to this woman would be the worst
mistake he could make. For Clark’s sake, he would have to
find a version of the truth that was somewhat palatable to her.
Kent, I want to put your mind at ease. I assure you I hold Clark
in the highest regard.”
me for being so blunt, Mr. Luthor, but I demand to know the nature
of your relationship with my son. He’s in your employment
in some capacity, and I need to know… He’s still very
young, very trusting. He might not understand if you were abusing
your position…” She trailed off, eyes glittering.
would never take advantage of Clark, never hurt him,” Lex
assured her, and never mind that he had hurt Clark badly only this
morning. It hadn’t been intentional.
you sleeping with him?”
Lex looked her in the eye. “I am.” It was too direct
a question for tactful evasion.
slender hand rose to cover her gasp of dismay, and a single tear
fell when she closed her eyes. Lex pressed his handkerchief into
the hand still resting atop the table.
Clark told you about the night we met?” he softly asked, continuing
when she shook her head, “A man was threatening me, and pulled
a knife. Clark had no idea who I was. With no thought of risk or
reward, he intervened on my behalf.”
would never accept money for saving a life,” she said automatically,
both hands twisting his unused handkerchief.
protects me, Mrs. Kent.” Even when we are alone,
he might have added.
do you protect him, Lex?” her voice clear and strong, composure
returning the moment their salads arrived at the table.
waited until they were alone again. “I would never compromise
not his safety I worry about.”
further assurances could he give? “Your son trusts me.”
It’s whether you’re worthy of that trust that concerns
me.” She looked pointedly at Clark, visible through the restaurant’s
front windows, standing with shoulders hunched in obvious misery
on the sidewalk. His head was cocked as if he could hear their conversation
and knew he wouldn’t be welcomed back to the table yet. “Look
at him. Did you do that to him?”
might be able to blame Clark’s mood on his mother’s
frank questioning of his lover, but he didn’t even try. In
for a penny. “It’s true he’s angry with me. We
fought this morning, and I’ve yet to make it up to him. It’s
a private matter.”
studied him a long moment, gauging his veracity, perhaps. Lex felt
his jaw tic, but managed not to squirm under her regard.
hope you do make it up to him, Lex.” He thought she was sincere
in her wish. “But you’re mistaken if you think that
Rolex watches and expensive clothes guarantee my son’s affections.”
Her gaze had turned intense. “Clark’s not like most
people. Don’t underestimate him.”
appreciate your advice, Mrs. Kent.”
suddenly appeared at his side, settling in his chair without preamble.
He gave Lex a look that said murder, and Lex dreaded his reaction
when he learned how much had been revealed to his mother.
honey, would you like a piece of bread?” Martha passed the
basket to her mutinous offspring, and between she and Lex, a polite
conversation was carried on over their meal. He found much to admire
in Martha Kent. If not for the oppressive silence at his elbow,
he could honestly have said he enjoyed the lunch.
felt the pressure of the moment, knowing that Clark would catch
a ride back to Smallville with his mother, and that he wouldn’t
see him for a couple days. He didn’t want to leave things
so badly, but neither would Clark appreciate him being obvious in
front of Martha.
only option left to him was to be especially solicitous of Clark,
making sure he had all he wanted, that he was happy with the meal
he’d been ordered. He tried to catch the boy’s eyes
over his questions, but Clark was resolute.
finished his lunch, laying his napkin on the table, and in frustration
he sat back and rested his arm across the back of Clark’s
chair. He could feel Martha watching them with hawkish interest,
but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to let Clark leave
today on such a sour note.
palm curved around Clark’s side, thumb rubbing circles over
the cotton covering Clark’s back. His possessive touch finally
got him what he wanted—Clark’s bruised gaze locked on
his. “I’m sorry about the change in our plans, Clark.
I’ll make it up to you,” he promised.
wasn’t what Clark wanted to hear, though. He turned away silently,
signaling the end of the meal by laying his own napkin on the table.
Lex opened his mouth to say more and snapped it shut again. He studied
the fine, classical profile, Clark’s chin tucked down, jaw
clenched against words that wouldn’t be appropriate in front
of his mother, and Lex realized it would have to wait.
stared at their dirty dishes, absorbed in his thoughts for a moment
before raising his gaze to Martha Kent’s. She was staring
at him with a mix of emotions he wasn’t sure of, but he thought
he recognized sympathy and understanding among them. He thought
he might have recognized affection, too.
you care for dessert, Mrs. Kent?”
“No, thank you, Lex. And, please…” she smiled softly,
“Call me Martha.”
sat on the couch, thumbing impatiently through the architecture
magazine that had come in Lex’s mail that afternoon. He shook
his head at an egg-shaped house and tossed the magazine to the coffee
he was back, although it didn’t feel like it. Two days away
and the whole place felt changed, mutated into a foreign, cheap
brothel where Lex entertained his business associates instead of
a comfortable escape from the real world.
sniffed at the perfume-laced pillow on the couch next to him and
flung it across the room to bounce off the bookshelves. Signs of
her were everywhere.
now this was just a job again. It had its perks, sure. But the boss
didn’t call to check on his employees, even if Clark had carried
the cordless around in his back pocket for practically the whole
two days, waiting.
smiled at the idea of this being work.
trudged home with a foot-high stack of papers every night from his
summer job; if he knew what Clark was doing, Clark could brag that
he didn’t have to bring his work home with him.
if he wanted to, in fact.
he’d missed Chloe’s barbeque and the town parade, opting
instead for the flavorless cuisine of a five-star restaurant and
a cock in his mouth because Smallville apparently wasn’t good
enough for Luthors.
been so naive.
truly believed that he and Lex were getting closer, that they had
been connecting on a level he’d never really gotten to with
anyone else. He’d thought the timing was good, the casual,
private setting of the dressing room giving him the courage to ask
Lex on a sort of date.
could he have thought that Lex would say yes and spend the day in
Smallville playing boyfriend?
was a stupid, childish hope. Lex had neatly brushed off the invitation
and Clark had swallowed the pride that twisted in his throat, covering
his embarrassment by changing the subject as fast as he could. Of
course Lex wouldn’t want to forego Metropolis for Smallville,
haute cuisine for back yard barbeque, a small-budget display for
the grandeur of fireworks over the city.
just when the sting of Lex’s refusal had cleared away, making
him forget the maybe-unconscious rejection and sink back into the
comfort of Lex’s casual admiration, just when he let himself
believe again that maybe, someday, he could share something deeper
than a business relationship with Lex, Lex’s girlfriend had
called, dashing that dream, too.
not stopped kicking himself for his naivete ever since.
phone call had snapped him out of his fantasy world fast. To make
matters worse, Lex had told his mom the truth—well, most of
it—in the five fucking minutes he’d left them
alone in the restaurant, and he’d had a harrowing ride home
with his mother. She’d been quiet at first, then started with
carefully worded questions that had made his skin crawl.
the worst, the worst part of it was that he’d had
to feign Lex’s sincerity for him, because of course, Lex hadn’t
been there in the car to continue the farce he’d started in
the restaurant. He’d played the part well though, Clark had
to give him that. Lex hadn’t faltered once, adamantly stating
his “regard” for Clark like it was fact and not just
the clever, charming lie Lex had cooked up to placate his mother.
was business with Lex, no matter how much Clark wanted it not to
here he was, waiting on the sofa for another empty fuck wrapped
loosely in the pretense of something more, for whatever purpose
shook his head and rolled his eyes; he was so fucking stupid. Lex
was paying him for his companionship—and he’d
promised Lex on their first night together that he wouldn’t
forget that fact.
had though, he’d hoped it into oblivion, read so much into
signs that Lex surely hadn’t intended to give. Clothes and
watches and—fuck, of course—collars weren’t
meant to be treasured gifts from a boyfriend. They were bribes.
Incentives to keep him happy so he wouldn’t slack
off in his duties—keeping Lex happy.
pushed off the couch, stalking to the kitchen and getting a bottle
of water from the fridge, gulping it down to drown the lump that
had balled impossibly huge in his throat.
the dining room, he stood at the windows of the balcony, anger clenching
his teeth tight together, his fingers flying over one wet cheek.
The sun was throwing its last long orange rays through the skyscrapers.
The night sky threatened to fall, whether or not he was ready for
sat the bottle on the kitchen bar and walked slowly down the hallway.
He wasn’t going to miss the fireworks—they were his
only consolation prize.
gently on the office door, he hoped vaguely that he’d catch
Lex in the middle of a phone call—or some other crisis that
couldn’t be set aside—so he’d be free to watch
the fireworks alone.
in.” Lex’s voice was even, smooth as ever, but tinged
with a mischievousness that set Clark’s nerves on edge. Lex’s
games were always overwhelming and right now, Clark didn’t
want to play.
turned the knob and pushed his head into the room, shoulders and
body following as he greeted Lex with the best smile he could summon.
Lex pushed up from his place at the desk, key-locking his screen
and flipping the lid shut on his laptop.
for the show, Clark?” Lex was beaming, eyes glimmering with
some secret that Clark didn’t bother trying to figure out.
took a deep breath and smiled. “It’s getting dark. I
thought you might not have noticed.”
could do this, he could just pretend everything was… fine.
He moved closer, touching Lex’s chest, his hands automatically
sliding up to the pale throat as he leaned in to suck gently there.
closed, he licked lightly along Lex’s jaw, his mouth closing
and tugging on Lex’s earlobe. Lex’s scent filled his
mouth as he tasted the smooth skin, his chest aching with the bittersweet
pain of knowing this kind of appreciation was one-sided.
Lex’s head tilted against his mouth and Clark whimpered softly.
loved making Lex feel good and even if it wouldn’t last, he
could savor what time they did have together.
glanced down, watching as Lex tucked his hands into his pockets.
He was confused at first, then realized that Lex wasn’t touching—he
was waiting—so they wouldn’t miss the fireworks.
of him despised the gesture—but Lex didn’t deserve his
anger. He’d been fair to Clark—had never asked for anything
more than what he’d paid for.
if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that Lex had gone
out of his way to be patient—meeting his mother, calling when
Clark had been too stubborn to pick up the phone, going slow that
first night, so concerned about hurting him.
bent slightly to peer up into his down-turned face, looking genuinely
concerned for him. “Hey, are you okay?”
tightened in his chest and he nodded.
needed to do his job, to give Lex the attention he had bought and
stop feeling sorry for himself. For Lex, he would swallow his hurt
pride, and focus on making Lex happy.
pressed his forehead against Lex’s, faces so close together
that his whole world narrowed to the soft, confident blue of Lex’s
eyes. Not trusting his voice, he whispered, “Should we watch
from the balcony?”
breath came in short, warm puffs against his lips as he spoke. “The
bedroom has a better view.”
forced a grin and closed his eyes, arms sliding down the narrow
space between their bodies and wrapping around Lex’s waist
as he pulled him close for a slow, lingering kiss. It took him over,
clouding the regret he ached with. Their mouths melting together,
tongues twining until Clark’s mind spun with the soft, warm
feeling of being owned, being cherished this way, if no other.
Lex’s chest heaved into his and long, thin fingers dug into
his arms, Clark released his mouth, letting Lex go, and stepped
back, looking down at the floor between them. Clark closed his eyes,
acutely aware of the irony of Lex’s cool hand sliding gently
over his flushed cheek.
voice was low and soft on his ear. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Clark shoved down the urge to speak, to question. He’d hoped
for something more for tonight, more than Lex eager to fuck him
while he wished for something more, some passion between them that
legs wouldn’t budge, his brain screaming a protest against
the idea of fucking when he knew they should be making love, but
then Lex took his hand and led him slowly through the darkened penthouse
hall and up the stairs to the bedroom.
Lex lifted his shirt up and off over his head and Clark stripped
his off too, pressing his body along Lex’s, sinking into the
familiar sensations he couldn’t deny wanting… needing,
did need this though—did want it. He wouldn’t have to
fake anything. This, this meshing of skin and fluid and
voices could make him feel like it was almost real, like Lex was
almost really his.
fingers slipped under his waistband and Clark sucked his stomach
in, closing his eyes, waiting for the pleasure he hated being able
to lose himself in.
cool fingers slid around Clark’s wrist and he opened his eyes,
surprised when Lex began tugging him around to the other side of
the bed. Clark watched with bated breath as Lex sat down on the
plush carpet, back leaning against the side of the bed, knees bending
up, feet apart. The hand on his wrist yanked gently and Clark knelt
down between Lex’s knees, fingers automatically going to the
closure on Lex’s pants.
the window behind him, he heard the first thundering boom
of fireworks, and Lex’s hands closed tightly on his shoulders.
nodded slowly, then fumbled with the button on Lex’s pants
again, the weight of disillusionment dampening his usual enthusiasm.
missing them. Look.” Clark looked up and Lex pointed out the
window, eyebrows raised. Clark looked over his shoulder just as
a thousand pink lights blossomed across the night sky.
hands pushed against his shoulders, turning him around, and Clark
moved, amazed that he had misunderstood Lex’s wish. He shook
his head as another burst erupted, yellow and thin and long, a dazzling
star-shape that he could still see, even after the lights had all
sat there, one arm hooked over Lex’s thigh, frozen in the
heavy silence that filled the room between each explosion of light.
slipped up under his and pulled him back, the warm skin of his back
cooling against Lex’s chest. Hands closed in a firm embrace
low over his chest and Clark let his head fall back to rest on Lex’s
small, white flowers bloomed side by side over the city and Clark
smiled. “That’s my favorite kind. See how the lights
trickle down? I love that.”
Something in Lex’s low voice soothed his anger and made him
turn his head, and Lex’s lips were right there, breath ghosting
over his cheek. “I’m sorry. About Victoria—about
leaned up and kissed him softly, then turned back to the fireworks
as another boom exploded, lighting up the city.
rubbed his chest slowly, almost absently Clark thought, and whispered
into his ear, “The next one is for you.”
series of thunderclaps that Clark could feel in his chest gave way
to a breathtaking display. Six electric blue stars whistled up,
trailing white smoke as they rose, then the stars exploded into
thousands of thin, short streaks that reached so high into the night
that Clark wondered if they would ever come down. Before the blue
could fade, two red bursts blazed at opposing angles low across
the sky, bisected by the biggest bloom of pure white Clark had ever
seen. The red lines disappeared and the white lights dissolved to
a pale purple, the lingering dots of light wavering as they dripped
down into darkness.
once, he was glad that Lex never settled for small gestures.
closed his watering eyes, swallowing hard, listening to the sounds
of smaller, shorter booms echoing in the silence that felt warm
and comfortable now. He closed his hand over the one that trailed
lightly back and forth over his chest, lifting it to his mouth to
kiss it before laying it back on his chest.
lights painting the dark city sky blurred through the tears in his
eyes. He swallowed hard, feeling the slow rise and fall of Lex’s
chest behind him, and smiled, sinking into the soul-lifting realization
that he’d been wrong.
stumbled into the penthouse and dropped numbly into an armchair,
mindless of blood smearing the expensive upholstery through the
rips in his jacket’s sleeve. Half an instant later he was
moving to the bar, pouring himself four-fingers of excellent scotch
he wouldn’t taste, but he needed…something.
fucking needed Clark.
him to make some sense of what had just happened to them—what…an
hour ago? Lex didn’t know. He couldn’t even remember
the drive home.
been to dinner at a little hole in the wall restaurant near the
Met U. campus. It had been a celebration of sorts. Lex snorted.
Pride leadeth, and all that… But Lex had wanted to
go out. He’d worked tirelessly this last week putting the
final touches on his replacement deal and it had all come together
late in the day. Luthor Corp’s new factory would be located
been impatient to deliver the news to Sergei, or maybe revenge had
lost some of its luster since he was sure of Clark’s feelings
for him and of his own for Clark. Either way, he’d decided
he didn’t need to see the look on the Russian’s face,
and satisfied himself with a personal call, instead. To say the
man hadn’t taken the news well would be an understatement.
that had pleased Lex, and he thought the news pleased Clark, as
well. Although Clark’s threshold for pleasure had reached
new heights since Lex had surprised him with the fireworks, so it
was hard to tell for certain.
sat in the restaurant’s deep booth till closing, long after
they’d finished their meal, sipping coffee and brandy. Lex
had just felt content and lazy and Clark was in no hurry. Their
nights had been like that lately, the two of them talking for hours,
learning about each other in earnest, sharing stories and dreams
they maybe hadn’t shared with anyone before.
might have been idyllic, except that Clark was holding something
back. Lex had seen glimmers of it like something moving in the corner
of his eye, enough to know there was something there.
now he knew what it was. Or rather, the glimmer was revealed to
be something enormous but still undefined, no longer skirting the
boundaries, but rather like a shrouded elephant dropped into his
simply could not be ignored, but Clark’s absence
suggested he was going to try.
what exactly had he seen?
sat back down on the large couch, arms resting on his knees, drink
hanging neglected off the tips of his fingers.
left the restaurant; their fingers laced loosely together, and turned
the corner onto a residential street where the Porsche was parked.
Streetlights were positioned on each corner but the middle of the
block had been deep in shadow. It happened so fast after that—Clark
was opening the passenger door while Lex moved to the driver’s
side when he’d been pushed hard into the side of the car.
muscular body was flush against his back, but it was the cool metal
cylinder at his temple that held him immobile. Hot breath and spit
fell on his scalp as the assailant cursed low into his ear in guttural
little shit. I’m going to fucking kill you.”
wasn’t his life that flashed before Lex’s eyes, but
every police report, every news article, every grainy black and
white photo he’d seen detailing the deaths of men just like
him. Russians who’d been inconvenient to Nabokov’s new
regime. He had no doubt he was going to die.
had looked up at him—watching in horror from over the roof
of the car—with profound sorrow in his soul that Clark should
die like this, because of his association with a Luthor. He owed
Martha Kent an apology he’d never be able to deliver.
then Clark had started talking, moving slowly around the back of
the car with his hands held out in front of him. Telling Sergei
he didn’t want to do this, it wasn’t too late to stop,
he just needed to put the gun down.
laugh had been a sibilant hiss, his madness starkly evident, and
Lex cursed his father for not seeing it before he’d gotten
them involved with this man. Clark hadn’t advanced halfway
to them when Sergei pointed the gun at him and fired directly into
next thing Lex knew he was thrown to the ground, landing sharply
on his elbow, clothing ripped open on the rough asphalt and Clark
was kneeling over him asking him if he was okay.
hadn’t blacked out. He knew that because he could hear Sergei
running down the street. Clark had the gun and reached up to lay
it on the car’s trunk, demanding again to know if Lex was
realized he was probably in shock, and for several tripping heartbeats
all he could do was stare at Clark, impossibly alive and well. His
hands finally moved to touch, to be sure, and he was suddenly frantic
to know—grasping and groping at Clark’s head and chest,
arms and abdomen, searching for the warm, sticky blood that had
to be somewhere.
Clark, he shot you… Are you okay?” His fingers had found
the bullet holes then. Three of them in the center of Clark’s
light sweater, and he’d scrambled to jerk the cloth up, only
to find, perfect, dry skin beneath. “But he shot you!”
he’d screamed, feeling nauseous and faint.
had held him tightly, whispering that they were both okay, rubbing
his back until they heard the approaching sirens, then he helped
Lex stand on wobbly legs. Lex started to ask him again, desperate
to know what happened before the police arrived, but Clark had only
shaken his head.
have to go, Lex,” he said backing away. “See if I can
catch Sergei before he gets away.”
then he was gone, running away from Lex despite protests that he
needed to wait for the police. Let them handle it. They didn’t
have to tell the police about Clark’s getting shot, he’d
wanted Clark to know, but he couldn’t very well scream it
down the street.
he’d dealt with the police as best he could, sending them
on Sergei’s trail, promising a full statement in the morning
and being suspiciously vague about his evening’s companion.
He was sure they thought he’d been entertaining a prostitute
who hadn’t wanted the hassle of a police questioning. He’d
laughed in true hysteria over that on his drive home, he remembered.
If they only knew.
heard the front door open and close quietly a moment before Clark
appeared in the room, dark head hung, hands shoved deep in his jeans
pockets. He wouldn’t meet Lex’s stare across the room,
attention fixed on the floor in front of him.
I see. Did you catch Sergei?” Lex asked, just for the hell
cheeks bloomed scarlet. “No, he got away.”
nodded slowly, in complete understanding. “You changed your
yeah. That other one—it must have gotten snagged up on something.”
it was penetrated by bullets, you mean?” Lex laughed humorlessly.
“Clark, I saw you get shot. Don’t try to tell me it
if Clark only would admit the truth, he might not even ask how he
came to be wearing a t-shirt Lex had seen him in at least once before.
He couldn’t have gotten to Smallville and back in under an
hour, so where did it come from? Lex forced the maddening thought
out of his head.
mystery at a time.
did you tell the police, Lex?” Clark looked up fearfully from
under his dark curls. “About why I didn’t stick around,
It hit Lex all at once, how big the elephant really was.
he sighed, “Come here.”
moved to sit beside Lex on the couch, melting into him when he pulled
the younger man into his arms. He shifted back until Clark was half
on top of him. “It’s okay. I didn’t tell them
anything.” He threaded his fingers through Clark’s silky
locks when long arms wrapped around his torso. “They don’t
even expect you to make a statement.”
felt Clark take a deep shuddering breath, barely heard the whispered,
pressed his lips to Clark’s hair, breathing in the scent of
the night air, a silent gesture of gratefulness for Clark here,
safe and whole, whatever the miraculous truth behind it.
he wanted that truth as well. “You can trust me. You have
to know that.”
waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. “Clark, I
need an explanation. You should be dead right now. We both should
be, but we’re not. That first night in the limo—you
grabbed the knife with your hand. I saw it. And your skin—you
never bruise. You never bleed. You’ve never even felt pain
when I’ve fucked you, and you should have. Clark, any one
else would have. Tell me,” he urged.
deep in the couch on either side of him, Clark pushed back and looked
pleadingly at Lex. “I didn’t get shot, I swear. It was
dark, and everything happened really fast. I think you must have
passed out for a minute.” Flecked hazel eyes darted away for
a second and he continued, “It’s crazy, Lex. If I’d
gotten shot, then I would be dead.”
opened his mouth to object again, to push harder, but he bit his
tongue, studied Clark with his jaw clenched shut and knew—knew—that
it would be pointless. Clark really never had learned how to lie
but that wasn’t stopping him.
Clark. If you say so.”
poured off Clark in waves, and he closed the inches to press a chaste
kiss to Lex’s mouth. Full lips lifted in a poignant smile
and he whispered, “I was so scared for you, Lex. If anything
had happened to you—”
over now.” Lex disentangled himself from the lanky form, stood
and looked down at Clark. “It’s been a long day, what
say we turn in?”
Lex.” He took Lex’s hand in a big warm paw and led him
up to the bedroom.
quickly and silently brushed their teeth and stripped down, Clark
taking his cue from Lex and leaving his boxers on before climbing
in bed. He took his usual position behind Lex, arm curled around
to stroke his chest, and laid soft, wet kisses across Lex’s
okay?” he tentatively asked.
fine. Just worn out.” But he was anything but fine. He’d
thought he’d earned Clark’s friendship, his trust. Thought
he’d finally found…so many things in Clark. But he’d
only found a mystery, one that was closed to him, and his chest
tightened with the blackness that poured over every moment of happiness
he’d felt with Clark. It coated the memories, tainting them,
twisting them until he didn’t even recognize himself in them
and he pushed them from his head, willing the stranger’s body
behind him to disappear as quickly as his feelings had.
got an early call in the morning. I’ll be gone before you
I’ll see you tomorrow night, then,” Clark said, before
shyly prompting, “You know what tomorrow is…”
kept his voice steady so it wouldn’t betray the irony that
thickened on his tongue with the words. “It’s one month.”
Clark sounded wistful, and pulled him more snugly into his embrace.
understood. He’d started to imagine it as an anniversary of
I’m here! Lex?” Clark smiled and shook his head. Lex
must be buried in work tonight to not meet him at the door. Short,
sharp regret stabbed in his chest. Their last night as employer
and employee, and Lex was working late.
shrugged it off, telling himself that the Sergei incident was probably
making all kinds of trouble for the company. Trouble that, of course,
Lex would have to deal with. Sometimes he wondered if Lionel ever
actually did any of the work.
into the kitchen to get a bottle of water, he waited patiently for
Lex to emerge from the depths of corporate sludge. He didn’t
begrudge the time, knowing that tonight was really only the beginning.
He and Lex would have plenty of time later.
fact, he was looking forward to wrapping it up. He knew even on
their best days, the fact that he was obligated to be there with
Lex had always been in the back of their minds. The end of his employment
meant the two of them were free to give themselves without condition
or obligation. He smiled around his bottle of water, wondering what
it would be like to show Lex off in Smallville. Chloe would be so
jealous and Lana would blush, ever the naive little girl. Pete might
make some cracks about Lex’s bald head, but at least he’d
be civil enough to do it when Lex wasn’t around.
he walked back through the living room to the windows of the balcony,
a piece of paper and a small box on the table caught his eye, making
known it would be there, written in sharp, sure strokes, the closure
to this arrangement. He’d hoped Lex would slip it into his
backpack while he was sleeping, or at least put it in an envelope
so they could both pretend it was something else, but there it was.
The naked reminder that really, the last 30 days had been just been
hesitantly reached for it, slipping it out from under the tiny square
box that sat on top of it. Was the box part of his payment? A bonus?
He hoped not. Even knowing it was Lex’s way of showing that
he cared, sometimes the expensive gifts made Clark uncomfortable.
In fact, from anyone else, a bonus tonight would have seemed like
picked up the box, fingers fumbling to open it and mouth falling
open when he finally flipped the miniscule latch and the lid popped
a simple golden band with a diamond, showcased by diamonds, surrounded
by diamonds. He turned it a little and it gleamed brilliantly in
the ray of sun that pushed over his shoulder into the room, throwing
prisms of color across his face and hands.
wasn’t a bonus. Not his bonus, anyway.
was an engagement ring. A ring for a woman. A ring for Victoria.
vision swam as he snapped the lid shut and set the box back down
on the table, folded his check and tucked it into his pocket.
a beauty, isn’t it?”
head snapped up and nodded slowly, completely confused and beginning
to rage at the realization that Lex must be planning to…
going to ask her tomorrow at dinner. Or maybe here. Which do you
hung there in the air, a grey cloud that Clark’s numb brain
couldn’t begin to see through.
she’s…” He wanted to say ‘gone,’ back
to England like Lex said, too far away to propose to, too far away
to be anything but an annoying reminder. Lex must’ve called
her back. Oh God, he couldn’t have, wouldn’t
have… but Lex was grinning from ear to ear, actually waiting
for Clark’s opinion on when he should fucking propose.
flashed to anger so fast that Clark barely heard his own tight voice
spitting undisguised fury. “I thought she was just business.”
you? Oh, I’m sorry, Clark, did you want a ring too?”
Lex’s eyes sparkled and he laughed. But it wasn’t funny,
it was fucking horrible, and Lex’s amusement stung, the agonizing
quasi-truth behind the tease making Clark’s knees falter.
He grasped the back of a chair and held on tight. Teeth clenched
against his tears, he couldn’t summon words. He just shook
his head slightly.
hands slid up his chest, wrapping around his neck to pull him down
for a rough kiss.
mouth opened under Lex’s urging, but he didn’t move,
his hands hanging paralyzed at his sides, his lips tingling with
the knowledge that this wasn’t the beginning of something
was the end of everything.
had he been so wrong? No, he hadn’t been. He fucking
hadn’t been wrong—Lex had feelings for him
too, he was sure.
mouth released his and he watched in detached fascination as Lex
licked his lips, smiling up at him. “Come upstairs with me?”
And just like that, Lex—his employer—turned and walked
wanted to scream at him, to grab him and stop him and yell, “How
could you do this? How could you just turn it off?”
he couldn’t say a word, couldn’t stop the shaking of
his head, couldn’t keep his legs from shaking as he followed
slowly behind Lex. He was pulled along by invisible strings lashed
tight on his brain and heart. Both ached with the effort to disbelieve,
but when Lex reached out, pulling hard at Clark’s clothes,
stripping him fast like he hadn’t even noticed Clark’s
hesitation, he knew.
was gone. For whatever reason, he’d left Clark completely.
grasped for Lex with the realization, body craving the contact that
Lex was denying his soul. His hands flew to the buttons of Lex’s
shirt, yanking it open with a force that had Lex staggering backward,
the true Clark Kent is finally revealed.”
knew he was wrong. If Lex was really marrying Victoria, it was his
own fault. Lex had asked what every friend asked of him, the one
thing he hadn’t ever given anyone. The one thing that kept
him so far from everyone.
was tempted, so tempted to just blurt it all out, to get it over
with, to try and make it real and ridiculous and insignificant.
To get past the secrecy and make Lex see that someday,
somehow it wouldn’t even matter to Lex.
what if it did? What if Lex rejected him or thought he was crazy
or still lying?
if his secret became Lex’s ‘business’ and he became
an object, a means to an end that Lex’s ambition couldn’t
hands slowly let loose the fabric of Lex’s shirt, spreading
open on the chest it covered, his head falling to rest just above
it, tucked under Lex’s chin. “I can’t.”
hand curved on his biceps, pushing him back a little. “Hey,
it’s okay. We knew this was coming, right?”
nodded quickly, eyes fixed on the pile of clothing at his feet.
What could he say? He had known it, and Lex had never promised
anything beyond tonight. He’d never even offered. Clark had
just assumed that Lex would give him time, that they would have
time to come around to the truth, and by then, his evasion of it
would be easily forgiven because Lex would realize that he couldn’t
have told him before then. Instead, Lex was giving up on him, and
Clark’s heart sank, knowing that he deserved this, deserved
to be punished for his weakness, for his silent, unspoken betrayal.
wanted to fall to his knees, bury his face in Lex’s stomach,
wrap his hands around his waist and beg, plead for forgiveness and
time. All they needed was time.
Lex leaned in close, lips to his ear. “I want to be inside
you, Clark.” The strong hands on his arms turned him, slowly
pushing him down onto the bed on his hands and knees.
him he heard the slide of a zipper and the rustling of fabric. The
nightstand drawer opened and closed and Lex’s hands slid cool
and slick up the inside of his thighs. Panic strangled his heart,
and Clark knelt up, one hand reaching back to stop Lex’s.
He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t fight or protest. He’d
do anything Lex wanted, anything he could to leave Lex
with something he would want to hold onto and remember.
leaned in, his chest brushing Clark’s back, his voice low
and patient. Always patient. “What is it, Clark?”
selflessness faltered, his chest tight with the need that sent the
words spilling out before he could bite his tongue. “I want
to see you. Please, Lex… I need to… see you.”
His voice wavered but he didn’t care, couldn’t bring
himself to even wonder that he didn’t mind if Lex knew how
with the gentle stroking on his back, he was sure that Lex did know.
loved Lex. Loved him more than life and freedom and… that
was it. The thing that made it all impossible. No matter
how willing he was to risk a life as a science experiment for the
chance to be with Lex, his freedom was not his own to risk.
was bound to his mother through something closer than blood, a dedication
that could never be belittled by calling it obligation. He loved
her, and now she depended on him wholly. They were locked together
in something no one could ever touch, secrets and love that were
rooted so deeply no one could ever unearth them entirely. He loved
her with a devotion he knew someday he’d look back on with
just this one single regret.
had no choice but to protect his secret and sacrifice love, sacrifice
Lex, to make sure his mother would never be alone, even if it meant
he would always be. Even if it meant Lex would marry Victoria and
never know the happiness he was sure he and Lex could find together.
body sagged, elbows bending as he wept silently.
was so detached, hurting, dying inside and he jumped a
little when Lex leaned down and kissed his shoulder then turned
him slowly onto his back.
closed his eyes, lashes wetting with tears he just let come as he
felt Lex’s hands gently touching his thighs, pushing them
sighed as Lex kissed down over his neck and chest and one finger
slid smoothly inside him, slowly stroking in and out. Lex hardly
ever started this way, taking so much time, starting so slowly.
It only hurt Clark more.
opened his eyes and looked into Lex’s. They were drowsy with
passion but edged with a sadness that tore through Clark and tears
slid from the corners of his eyes, trailing hot down over his temples
and tickling into his hair.
leaned down and kissed one of the wet lines and Clark’s body
reacted, overthrowing the ache that tinged every touch with regret.
lifting to answer the gentle caressing inside him, he reached down
and pulled Lex’s finger out of his body, wincing at the loss
of contact. He wanted Lex, all of Lex, inside him.
eyes came back to them, to this, and he whispered, “Is it…
are you okay?”
held Lex’s gaze, nodding and lifting up to catch the pink
lips that pouted just a little with concern—or regret. Clark’s
eyes fell closed and the kiss deepened as Lex moved above him, bed
tilting. Clark’s hands followed the hips that moved forward,
smooth legs straddling his waist.
whimpered his impatience into Lex’s mouth—he didn’t
want a tease tonight, not now. It felt like he was dying
with need, every single nerve ending reaching out for Lex, begging
the smooth, soft skin of Lex’s cock to just be there, sliding
inside him, filling him, completing him. He was panting as Lex broke
the kiss, and he looked up with no restraint over his emotions.
Lex was the only thing that could fill the void of tomorrow that
scorched every thought, every sensation.
locked on his and he wouldn’t—couldn’t look away,
curious and desperate though he was. Lex’s hand disappeared
behind his hip and Clark held his breath, expecting it to wrap warm
and tight around his cock. It did, stroking wet and twisting gently
from base to tip.
stretched his neck, trying to see, trying to catch up to the fact
that he didn’t need to be slick unless…
legs brushed on his sides, knees touching the backs of his arms
just a little as Lex knelt up and reached down between them. Slick
fingertips traced over his belly and wrapped gently around his cock
again, pulling it up away from his stomach. Lex’s red, kiss-bruised
lips lifted in the slightest smile and Clark’s breath caught
as Lex guided his cock up against himself.
oh God, yes. But fear coursed through Clark’s
veins, pounding hot in the fingertips that dug unconsciously into
Lex’s hips, denting milky flesh. “Lex, I’m…
Clark. Remember?” Lex leaned down, soft lips pressing in a
slow, comfortable kiss that Clark melted into, his body relaxing
nervous muscles just a little as the kiss lingered. Lex broke the
contact with a gentle suck to his throat and looked down at him.
whisper was so soft, but Clark’s ears burned as the words
reached them. “If you haven’t changed your mind about
‘anything,’ then I want to be your first.”
eyes spilled tears down the sides of his face as Lex, knees sinking
into the bed, held Clark’s cock pressed firmly, gently against
him in anticipation of his answer.
and hunger flooded Clark’s mind and he stared up at the man
he knew he was losing. It was all his fault, and he knew it. He
wasn’t strong or brave or a hero. He didn’t deserve
this, didn’t deserve Lex and worse, he knew that
Lex knew that too.
sought the security he knew he could count on in Lex’s eyes,
but for the first time, emotion crashed in waves behind the darkened
blue, belying his patient expression—unwavering, even as Clark’s
shaking fingertips reached up to touch the mouth he mourned already.
faltering, knotting and sticking on the back of his tongue, Clark
nodded his answer, hair catching and pulling on the pillow, hands
flying up to cover his face, willing his grief to abate so he could
hands covered his, pulling them away, thumbs swiping softly at the
corners of his eyes as Clark took a deep, unsteady breath.
hissed sharply as he slowly lowered himself onto Clark.
body trembled, stomach fluttering and feet sliding on the cool sheets,
nervous energy and the pure wash of electricity over his body making
him move, react, flex as his mind arched out to Lex’s, screaming
words he didn’t have the courage for now, words he didn’t
have the right to say, to mean.
was Lex, pushing him away, a goodbye that bled with a finality that
tore into his heart.
never been so close to someone—never felt the sensational
rush of entering someone else’s body. Lex’s knees slipped
a little wider on the bed, his rough, low groan the sexiest thing
Clark had ever heard.
hands slid down Lex’s thighs, instinctively squeezing, kneading
the flesh there. Lex’s body inched down his cock, opening
for him, and Clark’s mouth opened to say something, anything,
but he didn’t… couldn’t. There was nothing that
fit, nothing that encapsulated this. Nothing that could
make up for the fact that he would never get the chance to give
body clenched inside, the smooth, warm channel stretching and molding
around his cock. He bit hard into his own lip, forcing his own need
down, but Lex knew, and Clark watched in awe as Lex nodded and slipped
weren’t enough, couldn’t contain or release the pain
that twisted his face. His body jerked with a sob as Lex sank down
all the way, sheathing Clark in warmth and security. In relief.
inside him, as close as they’d ever been, Clark closed his
eyes and let himself drift on the haze—the indescribable beauty
of being joined with Lex—that pulsed in his mind. He let his
hips rock up gently, so slowly, cock pressing deeper, making Lex
moan. Lex’s skin connected with his chest and Clark opened
his eyes to see Lex’s eyes close, his head shaking slightly.
cock flexed inside Lex and Lex sighed, slowly lifting his hips,
tugging up and off a little, then sinking back down, the tight hug
on his cock stroking Clark slowly like they had all the time in
the world, like he belonged there, always.
blinked away the tears still welling in his eyes. They wouldn’t
come again after tonight, he knew. His lip shook and he bit it,
willing himself to feel Lex’s body and not the pain. This
was a gift, a treasure, and he’d cling to this memory later,
he was sure.
hands circled Lex’s waist, holding him still and Clark stroked
into him, cock gliding in and out, breath coming in hard panting
gulps with Lex’s hands spread wide on his chest. Mindless,
guilty pleasure raced across his skin, down his spine, up through
his cock, and Clark couldn’t stop it, couldn’t will
himself to push it down and not just take it.
Lex was staring into his eyes as he moved his hips, his mouth hanging
open and eyes drifting closed.
name, nothing more. Like it was all Lex could manage, and Clark
knew it was. He choked on a sob that forced its way through the
lump in his throat, his arms suddenly aching with the need to wrap
around Lex and they did, in a tight, unabashed embrace. An embrace
Clark’s mind vowed to never release as Lex groaned roughly
against his ear, teeth sinking into his shoulder, and moved harder,
erratically, his cock spilling between them, slick heat spreading
on his stomach. Lex’s body squeezed tight around him, clenching
and unclenching with his orgasm.
hands gripped tightly on Lex’s sides, pulling him back into
a rhythm that Lex’s body shook against. The moans and quick
breaths that whispered electric into his ear gave him permission
and he didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop pumping, even
when Lex hissed and threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open.
shook his head, denying the end of something so cherished as he
came with a cry that ripped through the silence, covering it in
a cloak of the only real life that would ever spill from his veins.
The blood of his love, sacrificed at Lex’s altar.
pounding inside Lex’s body with every aftershock, and he couldn’t,
wouldn’t open his eyes and see Lex, disappointed or angry
or just absent above him.
fingers slid over one of his eyelids, then the other, and he relented,
staring into Lex’s eyes as he began to move his hips, to lift
off of him. “No, wait. Just… stay.” Please.
hips stilled, his chest pressing back down, slick and sweaty, his
chin digging into Clark’s shoulder.
slid one hand up to cup the back of the fragile head and felt breath,
coming hard and hot on his neck and eyelashes fluttering closed
against his ear.
held each other there, still and quiet, the silence wrapping around
them. And for that last perfect moment, Clark knew that Lex wasn’t
just his first.
was his last, too.
tried to hold onto the moment as long as he could, but Lex inevitably
slipped away, moving quietly to the bathroom to clean up, leaving
Clark alone. When Lex returned, eyes looking everywhere but into
Clark’s, he lay down and turned his back to Clark’s
chest. Lex didn’t say a word and Clark knew it was for the
best. The rustling of the sheets was the only sound in the room
as they settled together on the bed.
covered Lex’s hip with one hand, scooting close so his chest
pressed warm against the cool of Lex’s skin. Instead of the
soft, smooth brush of Lex’s legs rubbing sleepily against
his, Lex’s legs stayed still and his breathing was carefully
controlled, coming in a regular, forced rhythm that stung in Clark’s
chest. Lex was gone, so far away that they might as well have been
waited patiently; closing his eyes, feeling Lex tense as his lips
touched the back of Lex’s head. They stayed like that, the
physical closeness a false pretense that almost fooled Clark’s
mind as he began to drift off, as Lex’s muscles relaxed back
against him when he fell asleep.
shrank back from the lie of their bodies in such an intimate pose
and left Lex there, kissing a final, bittersweet goodbye just behind
Lex’s ear before slipping out from under the covers and tiptoeing
out of the bedroom, clothes in hand. He paused in the hallway and
looked into the gold-framed mirror, ran a hand through his messed
hair and sighed, falling hard back against the wall, wincing at
the loud sound.
shook his head at the boy in the mirror, the one who’d grown
up too fast. The one who was leaving behind the very thing he’d
stood right here naively longing for thirty days ago.
turned from the mirror and went downstairs, dressing in the living
retrieved his backpack from the entryway, unzipping it slowly as
if any tiny sound could bring Lex down the stairs to ruin the only
pieces of this that he could salvage. He walked around the living
room, carefully looking for any trace of himself, scanning under
furniture and reading the spines of books and DVDs to make sure
nothing else was left for Lex to throw away, carelessly or maliciously.
down the hall to the office, Clark paused, thinking maybe it would
be locked. But no, when he tried the doorknob, it turned, Lex’s
trust in him evident in the absence of security, even here. He pushed
the door open and walked inside, turning around slowly before stepping
to the couch to pick up another memory.
hand stopped mid-reach, fingers clenching into a fist over the astronomy
book he’d come to think of as his own. He stood, staring down
at it on the leather sofa that he’d spent so many hours on,
waiting for Lex to finish his work.
turned his back, leaving the book where it lay, glancing quickly
around the room for any stray items and walked out into the hallway,
pulling the office door shut quietly behind him. The penthouse was
dark, morning still just a promise on the dark horizon that slept,
unconcerned by the lights of the city outside the windows.
stopped at the table, reaching into his pocket for Lex’s check.
He laid it on the table beside the ring box that taunted him, his
fingers touching the soft velvet that reminded him too much of Lex’s
skin. Anger flared somewhere behind his own guilty conscience, and
he picked the check up again, folding it in half and stuffing it
back into his pocket.
couldn’t give up Lex and fail his mother, too, or what had
the last month mattered at all? Besides, he was sure Lex would want
him to have the desperately needed money, even now.
to the kitchen, he set his backpack down on the island to grab a
bottle of water. His eye caught the pad of paper where he’d
written a dozen notes to Lex over the last month, starting with
that first night. He should say something—leave Lex with something…
fingers curled around the pen beside it and he began to write, his
mind totally focused on completing the task before he lost his nerve.
were right; I didn’t mean it when I said I would
do anything, even though I wish I could have. I
will never regret you.
“love, Clark” because it wasn’t enough, wasn’t
even close to what he wanted to say.
slipped the watch off his wrist and sat it on top of the folded
letter, weighing it closed on the table next to the small box that
held Clark’s lost future.
the door shut behind him, Clark turned and pushed the button for
the elevator, a wild flutter of fear jumping into his throat as
he waited impatiently. He turned, pushing his sight through the
walls and into the bedroom, calming his nerves when he saw Lex sleeping,
not moving to catch him, and his fear turned to regret.
Lex,” he whispered, willing Lex to hear him, but he slept
on, completely oblivious to the ping of the elevator doors opening.
stepped inside, head falling as the door slid shut.
of distaste marred Lex’s features as he threw the day’s
Inquisitor onto his desk at Luthor Corp headquarters. He turned
his back on the offending tabloid and surveyed the landscape outside
his office windows. A corner office, true, but not as lavish as
Lionel’s down the hall. His eyes sought out empty spaces in
the skyline where he might begin to build his own destiny, separate
from his father.
just made an acquisition that would be the corner-stone of the infant
Lex Corp—a property he’d had his eye on for some time,
even before it became strategically important for far more personal
Labs. Formerly of Hardwick Enterprises.
was none too pleased, and that suited him as well. Their engagement
had been rash and ill-conceived. An emotional response to an entirely
hadn’t worn the ring on her finger for more than twenty minutes
before Lex was plotting ways to extricate himself from his mistake.
Truth be told, he’d known when he was picking out the ring
that it couldn’t last. She was, frankly, a harping shrew,
and the last person he wanted sharing his bed after the beguiling,
but regrettably deceitful boy.
was the anti-Clark. She was too-soft curves where he was so pleasingly
hard. When the strength of Clark’s body eased under Lex’s
touch, malleable flesh yielded to him not by design, but by instinct.
And the opposite was true, too—Victoria was hard and cold
where Clark was soft and warm.
couldn’t make Lex see something wholly good and or pure in
her self-satisfied smile, or make him imagine something good and
pure in himself, reflected in her calculating eyes.
found her a lively enough companion over the years though—since
their misspent youths, actually—and had told himself that
his impatience to see her leave over the weekend of July 4th was
merely a result of his infatuation with Clark. An infatuation that,
once dead, would cease to color his perceptions of her.
told himself that, but he’d never really believed it.
always known the truth but still wasn’t quite prepared to
examine it too closely. Victoria had been a tool for his revenge
and his penance, both at once.
engagement had been meant to punish Clark for thinking he could
have free access to Lex’s heart and his life while lying to
his face. Masochistic tendencies instilled by his bastard father,
and yes, he was punishing himself too, for the moment of doubt,
the moment when he considered welcoming Clark into his soul despite
was despicable weakness and it had frightened and sickened him to
know that before Clark, such a thing wouldn’t have been possible.
He’d let Clark get too close, and Victoria was meant to push
him away irrevocably. A woman he could never care for, never be
made weak by.
God he’d come to his senses.
he’d seen that he couldn’t extricate himself from their
engagement without forever alienating the Hardwicks, Lex had seen
no reason not to capitalize on the situation and procure the coveted
pharmaceutical research company from the less than astute woman.
His hostile take-over had been the final nail in the coffin of their
most-unlikely ‘happily ever after’.
bent to pull a bottled water from the mini-fridge concealed behind
cherry paneling, tossing the newspaper into the trash as he sat
Inquisitor’s article hadn’t been too unflattering,
generously hinting at a rift between the couple even prior to Lex’s
betrayal, and painting Victoria in a less than flattering light—a
spoiled heiress who’d snared one of Metropolis’ favored
sons after blazing a sordid trail through the British set. One could
never underestimate the value of an unscrupulous reporter on the
Lex had thought he detected a few subtle jabs in the text of the
article—the scent of Roger Nixon in revolt. It was good then,
that he’d decided against having the man investigate Clark
six weeks since he’d seen Clark had been the longest of his
life, first with the fiasco of his engagement, Sergei’s arrest
and deportation, the secret formation of Lex Corp, and burning the
candle at both ends to keep his father satisfied he wasn’t
neglecting his duties at Luthor Corp.
picked up the phone countless time to call, but there’d been
nothing to say. A relationship built on lies and deceit was destined
to fail. Clark had been given an opportunity to earn his trust and
had chosen not to.
the weeks since he’d left, Lex had felt a driving temptation
to chase down Clark’s secrets—run them to the ground
and rip them apart, savagely lay them open.
wasn’t precisely sure what had stayed his hand. If not Nixon,
there were others more trustworthy. It was something else.
part, it was the sure knowledge that he still wanted Clark, was
determined to get him back in his bed, by any means necessary.
It was his uncharacteristic uncertainty that attempting to flush
Clark out of hiding might have precisely the opposite effect, and
that once he’d tipped his hand he’d not have another
wasn’t that he had any scruples about claiming Clark through
coercive measures—the boy hadn’t left him the option
of dealing in anything like honesty. And if his secrets were as
big as Lex was beginning to suspect, then being owned by Lex wouldn’t
be anywhere near the Kent’s ‘worst case scenario’.
fact, based on Clark’s sweetly satisfying tears the night
of their last meeting, he imagined Clark might welcome being in
his care again, if only to further the pretense that there was more
between them than fucking.
notion of Clark back in his bed, even just as an employee, only
made his contrived engagement and inevitable severance with Victoria
seem more serendipitous.
had come together perfectly.
mail slot slapped open and closed, the carrier’s boots thudding
down the wooden porch steps as Clark went to the door to retrieve
the day’s delivery.
thumbed through the junk mail as he walked back to the kitchen,
tossing the leaflets and advertisements in the trash as he passed
the small desk there. “Mail’s here, Mom.” He picked
out the bills and set them on the desk, his eye catching the return
address of one of the envelopes.
his mom rounded the corner, he picked it up, running his thumb under
the edge to open it, then stopped as she peered over his shoulder.
“It’s from Cadmus. Must be my tuition check.”
turned and tucked it into his back pocket, grabbing his coat from
the rack by the door before pushing it open.
don’t you want lunch, honey?”
smiled back at her, impatient for the privacy he wanted. “Nah—I’m
going to deposit this in the bank.” He patted his pocket and
turned away as she smiled. He knew she thought he must be excited
about the check finally arriving, and he used it to escape. “I’ll
be back soon,” he threw over his shoulder as he jogged down
the driveway, switching to top speed and flattening a long line
through the cornfield that he used to hide in as a child. No one
would care about damaged corn now; the land was scheduled for groundbreaking
the next week, another housing project that would ruin their view
and destroy just a little more of their peace and quiet.
none of that really mattered. His mom was set now, the house paid
for and the bills all covered thanks to his month’s work in
the city. He was starting Met U. in just a few weeks, actually looking
forward to it. If he was that close, maybe he would run into Lex
and get a chance to talk.
couldn’t call, though he’d come close the week before
when The Inquisitor had announced the dissolution of Lex’s
engagement to one Victoria Hardwick.
had come home to find the usually-taboo tabloid gracing his mother’s
kitchen table. She’d been baking muffins to sell at the market
and had conveniently remembered a forgotten ingredient she’d
need from the store. His mom had patted his arm and smiled sadly
at the paper on the table, leaving him to the headline that splashed
red in his eyes as she rushed out of the house on her errand.
debated not reading it for all of thirty seconds, then scanned the
article for pieces of the truth, his heart skipping a beat when
he saw the picture. Lex, in a suit, hand raised in a vain attempt
to block the photo, eyes black with hatred for whichever unfortunate
cameraman was ordered to catch him outside his office. Gracing his
wrist was the watch that Clark had left behind.
and the broken engagement had given him hope that Lex was thinking
of him, maybe even considering calling and inviting him back into
his life. The letter in his pocket was another sign, he was sure.
and stopping at his favorite retreat, Clark closed his eyes and
thought of Lex in his office, starched suit covering all that lovely
skin, eyes gleaming as he dictated the letter, each word carefully
chosen to convey some meaning that would only be obvious between
them, the watch glinting under the fluorescent lights as he paced
back and forth, smiling.
leaned back against the bridge railing and opened his eyes, pulling
the letter from his back pocket and tearing it open. A letter from
Cadmus Labs—‘A Lex Corp Company’, the stationery
had to have been intentional; Lex never did anything without a reason.
unfolded the letter, eyes flying eagerly over the words, looking
for some sign of Lex behind them. He was so busy looking for Lex’s
touch that he almost didn’t see the words, but he did, and
they blinded him, turning his entire existence on end in an instant.
scholarship had been cancelled due to “lack of funding.”
had to be a mistake—there was no such thing as “lack
of funding” when it came to Luthors. He could call Lex—would
have to call Lex now, to get it fixed. Call Lex… or go see
letter dropped from his hand and floated on the wind, landing on
the water as he covered his face with his hands.
touch was in the letter, not behind the “regret to
inform you” or the “we wish you the best of luck,”
but it was there, glaring brightly in every dotted ‘i’
and crossed ‘t’. This wasn’t a mistake, it was
intentional, as carefully designed and executed as his imagination
had played out, but in a different way.
fists clenched on the railing, cool metal screaming beneath his
hands as he screamed his frustration at the river below.
wasn’t fair. Lex had known just how important that money was
to Clark, that Clark couldn’t go to school without it. Why
would he do this?
he hate Clark that much, that he would actually buy
a company to try and ruin his future?
dawned in an instant, making Clark numb with shock and anger.
was manipulating him.
had to expect Clark to come begging again—for the
scholarship or another personal check—there wasn’t much
was so fucking obvious.
pride wouldn’t allow him to call Clark; he just didn’t
work that way. This was the only ‘reconciliation’ Lex
he’d been so fucking stupid to think that Lex Luthor
would have been capable of just picking up the phone and calling
instead of planning some elaborate scheme to make Clark
go to him. Jesus, that man had more selfish pride than
his father had had.
scoffed at the thought, wondering what it would have been like if
the two had ever butted heads over him. It would have been a nightmare,
but his father… his father would have told him to follow his
heart, to let nothing and no one stand in his way, especially
not someone like Lex Luthor.
fortified by the ironic memory of his father’s stubborn determination,
Clark sat down on the bridge, legs dangling through the rails, watching
the letter float away on the gentle current as he planned his response.
was sure of one thing: it would be delivered in person, tonight.
paced the foyer while Clark made the short trip up to the penthouse,
and pasted a carefully blank expression on his face. Fury and elation
warred for dominance. Clark was here to beg his help again, just
as he’d predicted he would.
buzzing of the doorbell startled him, and he waited another moment
before opening the door. Clark was standing outside, of course,
in a deep red button down and faded jeans, hands in his pockets
and looking solemn and determined.
was more handsome than Lex remembered, even with the oft-thumbed
through file and photos—more than anyone had a right to be,
swallowed around a lump in his throat. “Clark. This is certainly
eyes flashed in warning. “You haven’t been expecting
Should I have been?”
eyes narrowed and his strong jaw flexed while he stared at Lex in
can see you’re upset about something. Why don’t you
come in and sit down?” Lex waved him into the living room,
catching a hint of the clean, spicy soap Clark always used. He’d
meant to buy him a good cologne while they were… while Clark
was here, but now he was glad that he hadn’t.
took a look around the large room, and sat down on the couch where
Lex had been sitting earlier. He’d been watching the news,
but had put on a CD when the doorman buzzed up. Billie Holiday was
singing the blues quietly in the background.
grabbed a bottle of water from the bar and handed it to Clark, picking
up his own scotch from the table in front of him. He leaned back
into the deep sofa, arm thrown across the back until his fingers
were itchingly close to the cotton-clad shoulder. He took a deep,
silent breath, wrenching his thoughts from tan, smooth skin to his
purpose—finding out what Clark Kent was really made of. “What
can I do for you, Clark?”
want you to tell me what you think you’re doing with my life.”
cocked his head to the side, his lips curling up into a taunting
smile. “I don’t follow you.”
think you do. And I don’t appreciate being treated like your
voice was low and steady, but Lex could see the effort it was taking
him not to explode. He’d thought about that—about Clark’s
strength, and whether to tempt it. The combine incident hadn’t
seemed so farcical in hindsight. The truth was, he knew he didn’t
have to be scared of Clark, that even now, nothing would make Clark
the aged scotch, Lex watched Clark across the rim of his glass.
The game was almost finished and he wanted to savor the moment.
Clark had only to ask him for the money and they could resume their
previous arrangement. A paid fuck, yes, but if Lex couldn’t
have Clark’s trust he’d at least take pleasure in his
upset about the scholarship.”
course I’m upset about the scholarship.” Clark leaned
closer, holding his gaze relentlessly. “But you know what?
I’m actually more upset that you’d completely fuck over
my life just to get me here, again.”
display of sweaty-palmed arrogance, and true of course. Lex had
to admire Clark’s acute perception. He cleared his throat,
stifling the triumphant smile before it could form on his lips,
and began his carefully rehearsed response.
you have it all wrong,” he insisted. “Cadmus’
board was planning the cut before I took over the company. It was
only one of numerous cost-saving measures needed to fund a drug
trial—research that’s vital to the viability of Cadmus
in the future marketplace.” It was a perfectly reasonable
explanation. “As I’ve retained all the senior management
it didn’t seem wise to create ill will so soon in my tenure
by second-guessing their decisions. It’s business.”
swallowed more of the rich amber liquid, ice cubes shifting melodically
against the crystal.
are so full of shit, Lex. Just admit it,” Clark challenged.
“Admit you wanted me to come crawling to you for more money.
To be your whore, just like your dad said.”
smile crept across Lex’s face. Clark’s righteous anger
was oddly thrilling. “I’m not my father, Clark. I would
have thought you of all people would know that.”
eyes widened in surprise as Lex leaned forward to kiss him. He watched
them go soft and unfocused before falling shut as their lips met,
his tongue slipping into Clark’s welcoming mouth. The strangled
sound Clark made at the touch of their tongues went straight to
Lex’s cock. Clark’s hands were suddenly warm on the
back of his scalp, cupping his head back as his mouth slid wet over
his chin to suckle the skin below his jaw. “I wouldn’t
make you crawl, Clark. Just ask.”
reeled back, scrambling off the couch as if he were under attack,
pain and confusion clouding his now wide-open eyes. “Fuck
you, Lex! I don’t need your money.”
calmly rose to refill his drink, speaking over his shoulder. “Clearly
you do, or you wouldn’t be here now, would you?”
shook his head emphatically. “No. I’ll get student loans;
go to school part-time, whatever it takes. But I’m not going
to take another dime from you.”
Lex said, his disappointment colored faintly with unexpected relief.
He honestly didn’t need Clark’s brand of unchecked emotionalism
anywhere near his life, anyway.
had to admit, it said something that Clark was here, confronting
him about the scholarship with no intention of asking for money.
He licked his lips with the urge to question Clark about that, what
he would do now, how he would manage. He could almost imagine them
slipping into their old habit of easy conversation, before the cold
fact of their renewed distance froze the words in his mouth. He
tipped his head to indicate the door. “If you’ve said
what you came to say…”
not finished.” Clark sat back down with a finality that indicated
he wouldn’t be leaving for some time.
resting on both knees, he rubbed his thumbs into tightly closed
eyes. “God, Lex. Why do you have to make everything so hard?
Couldn’t you have picked up the phone and just said ‘I
miss you’?” He shifted as Lex sat down, their thighs
barely touching as Clark tucked the leg nearest Lex underneath him.
stop. We both know—”
shook his head, interrupting, “I’ve missed you so much,
Lex. I waited… and when I saw the paper, about you and Victoria,
I thought… but you never called.”
set his drink down before turning back to Clark, “Call you.
Right, because we had so much to talk about. For instance, you might
have told me the truth about what happened with Sergei.” Clark’s
eyes were wide and maybe a little scared, and Lex pushed on, knowing
the boy was already pulling away, readying himself to walk out of
Lex’s life again. “I can’t trust you, but you
wanted me to call you and what? What did you expect me to say, Clark?”
eyes filled with tears and the half-spoken syllable died on his
lips. He reached out to Lex’s face and Lex carefully didn’t
flinch away from the touch as Clark drew in a deep breath.
in love with you.”
thudding heart seemed to roll over in his chest. Words he hadn’t
even known he craved, but they fed a hunger he couldn’t begin
to deny. The thought echoed loudly in his brain—Clark was
in love, love with him—its reverberations
tingling through his entire body. But he couldn’t—wouldn’t—let
his emotions pull him into this lovely boy’s fantasy world.
could Clark love when he didn’t trust?
hand covered the one on his face, pulling it slowly down to rest
on the couch beside his own. “You love me.”
eyes pleaded silently for his understanding. “I do, Lex.”
like to believe that, but…” Lex looked down at their
legs, side by side on the couch. “I don’t think either
of us is capable of a real relationship at this point, Clark. There’s
too much between us—too many secrets. Too much deceit. Jesus,
the fact that you’re here right now because I…”
He shook his head in disbelief and regret.
palm gently urged his chin up. “I can share them
with you, just not yet. Give me time, show me you can be the man
I know you’re destined to be and… I’ll
give you everything, Lex. Anything you ask,” he promised.
shook his head again, instinctively denying the possibility of the
future Clark described. An honest future with Clark. Impossible
until this moment, and now it was something he knew was within his
grasp, if he could just let himself reach out and take it.
buying himself another assurance from Clark’s lips, he offered
a gentle resistance. “We tried ‘anything’. It
hand was taken between Clark’s own in a warm embrace, thumb
rubbing small circles in his palm. “It can work,
Lex. I just need time.”
Lex had time. Hell, Lex needed time too—time to figure
out if he could even adapt to his world, redesigned. He searched
Clark’s familiar face, so sure and open. “I don’t
Clark heard the willingness in his voice, and a sly, confident smile
spread across his face. “Then let me convince you.”
squeezed Lex’s hand and leaned forward until hot breath mingled,
and their eyes fell slowly closed. A heartbeat passed before Lex
felt the plush warmth of Clark’s mouth moving lightly on his,
the pointed tip of a tongue tracing his parting lips, sharp teeth
testing each in turn, pulling the flesh into his mouth to be sucked
and teased without mercy. When Lex thought he couldn’t stand
the sweet torture any longer Clark’s lips were flush against
his, slick tongue probing deep into Lex’s mouth, insistent
needy whimpers spilled into Lex’s mouth, bringing his cock
to full attention. His free hand slid off the back of the couch
to cradle Clark’s head, and warm locks of heated silk twined
around his long fingers. A low, ragged groan escaped him. It had
been so long.
pulled back to look. Eyes, heavy lidded and hungry, dropped to Lex’s
ravaged mouth, and Clark licked his own red lips.
Clark…” Lex pushed Clark back with a hand on his chest
until he was laying atop him, Clark’s hard length pressed
into his thigh, his own aching cock moving with the slow inexorable
rhythm of his hips into Clark’s taut belly.
missed you, Lex,” Clark breathed, before Lex’s lips
descended on his.
tongue plumbed the depths of Clark’s honeyed mouth, licking
at his palate, into the warm recesses behind his lips, Clark’s
tongue always chasing. The silk of his dress shirt was being tugged
on, freed from the waist of Lex’s pants, and then big strong
hands were hot on the smooth flesh of his back, kneading and gripping.
you so much,” Clark gasped when Lex finally freed
his mouth, dipping his head into the fragrant hollow below Clark’s
ear, licking and biting a wide, wet trail to suckle the pulse point,
thrilled by the throaty moan he’d known would follow. “Lex…
me,” Lex breathed against Clark’s long throat. “What
do you want, Clark?”
love to me.”
with a sharp spike of self-doubt, Lex pushed up, breaking contact
down to their waists. Clark deserved this, but… his eyes shut
okay,” Clark’s voice a husky murmur that filled Lex’s
ears and brought him back to the haze of desire. “I’ve
never done it either.” Clark slid his hands down to ride Lex’s
still flexing hips. “But I think we can figure it out.”
eyes opened in awe to Clark’s softly smiling face, where wry
amusement played across his features mixed with naked devotion.
leaned up to press a kiss to Lex’s lips before falling back
to the couch in a sexy sprawl. “Let’s go upstairs.”
let Clark lead him by the hand up the long stairs. He watched the
beautiful young man—and that’s what he was, no mere
boy—as he surveyed the bedroom silently, much as
he did their first night, looking this time for the minute details
of time’s passage.
moved to the large bureau and ran his fingers idly along the rich
wood, hand pausing on the handle of a drawer. He looked over his
shoulder at Lex, quietly questioning. At Lex’s smile of permission,
the drawer rolled open on silent tracks revealing the still-waiting
space where Clark had kept some spare clothing—empty except
for the single item Lex had placed there. Clark’s watch, resting
in the jeweler’s box.
face lit up with unabashed happiness, and Lex grinned at his surprise,
realizing himself how revealing the sentimental gesture had been.
He moved behind him, slipping his arms under Clark’s. Resting
his chin on the broad shoulder, together they began unbuttoning
you know what I see out there?” Clark asked thoughtfully,
referring to the city shining brightly at their feet. “A million
people who will never know Lex Luthor the way that I do.”
He plucked the last of his buttons open and turned to start on Lex’s.
“I think that scares you,” he continued carefully, “but
shouldn’t?” The words slipped out before Lex knew they
were on his tongue, conceding his vulnerability.
shook his head slowly, wide, solemn eyes meeting his, “I told
you before I’m not one of them, Lex.”
what are you, Clark?”
woke in the darkness of night, warmed by the body next to his. Lex
lay behind him, chest to his back, arms wrapped so tightly around
Clark that he was amazed that Lex could be asleep at all, but he
was—Clark could tell by his breathing. He burrowed deeper
into the covers, into the lingering scent of their lovemaking and
didn’t even try to wipe away the silly grin he felt on his
real Lex Luthor was finally revealed, and he was…a cuddler.
secrets were still a barrier between them, but he’d given
Lex everything else, and one solemn promise. He’d tell Lex
no longer feared it, because Lex had given him everything, too.
above all, to thine own self be true; and it must follow, as the
night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man”
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