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Okay—I’ve poked—stabbed it—many, many times, and if I don’t post this now, I never will. My brain keeps bouncing around in this story and my notes are all willy-nilly scattered around my different notebooks. *sigh* it hates me it does.
Here are the previous parts…
Lucas walked into the darkened living room and used the remote to open the blinds. Light spilled in and made Lex grunt in annoyance and try to shield his eyes from the sun glaring in the glass. Lucas leaned over the couch and shook his shoulder. “Hey. Did you go out today?”
Lex growled at him. “What?”
“Did you go out today?”
“Yes, yes for fucks sake, didn’t your secretary give you the message? I went out, damn it. God—first you don’t want me to leave the place and then you won’t let me stay home…it’s like living with fucking Sybil or something.”
Lex swung his feet to the floor, still dressed in the rumpled suit he’d worn to lunch. “You’ll be happy to know that Mitsy and Brent are still as stupid as ever, but thank god, large amounts of Armadale made them slightly wittier.”
Lucas snorted and picked Lex’s coat up off the floor and folded it over the back of the couch.
”Bevin sends their love and he says you have a pretty cock and he misses it—*she* tried to remember her name mostly...”
Lucas rolled his eyes and muttered, “’Pretty cock’. Asshole. Sorry we ever screwed them.” He came around the couch, lifted Lex’s legs across his lap as he sat next to him. “I brought you something.”
Lex’s face lit up. “You did?” He licked his lips and smiled eagerly at Lucas, greed filling his eyes. “What, can I see?”
Lucas shook his head and grinned. “You have to come back to the office with me tonight.”
Lex closed his eyes and frowned, shook his head. “I’m staying right here. You go.”
Lucas grabbed Lex’s silk clad foot, and stroked it. A little stab of disquiet ran up Lex’s spine and he held very still as Lucas rubbed the ball of his foot and stroked his ankle. “No—get up, we have to go—the surprise is there. I can make it interesting for you,” he grinned and reaching behind the couch pulled up a bag and set it down in front of Lex. “Look.” He reached in the bag and pulled out a handful of shimmery fabric.
Lex grinned lazily, “What, you bought me a scarf? You want to play hide and seek?”
Lucas smirked and shook the material and it unfolded into a fall of sheer black material. ”It’s a dress; there’s some other stuff in the bag. Go put it on.”
“The fuck…” Lex gaped at Lucas, and then laughed so hard he fell off the couch. “Why in the fuck would I wear that—Halloween is over—or didn’t you know?” He lay on the carpet snickering at Lucas, who only smiled back.
“You’ll wear it because I want you to. It’ll make me happy.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a wig, strawberry blonde hair, long and cut in a very old-fashioned style.
Lex sobered and began to get annoyed. “No! I’m not wearing that to the office---none of that—I’ll look like a freak!”
“You’ll look sexy. And I want it.” He sounded harder, angry. “Do this and I’ll let you have full charge of the labs. Whatever you want, your way. I’ll leave you alone with them. Don’t do it, and I’ll have to remind you who’s boss here. You can laugh all you like at me, but remember this--I own you. I’m offering right now, but I can make you do whatever I want. You think you’ve got nothing to lose? You do—believe me, you do.”
Lex’s mouth hung open. “All that just to see me in a dress? Fuck you. What the hell is your problem? It’s not enough you’ve got my ass, you want my balls too?”
“No—it’s not like that—I just…come on, I’m not saying make it a way of life, one time in the office and that’s all. One time. Promise.” Lucas pushed a glass vial over to him. “Look, here’s something just for you. Take this and the bag.”
Lex’s heart beat harder. Lucas had been doling out the drugs in little bits here and there, just enough to keep him from…doing something. He stared and licked his lips. “What is it?”
“A little something from the neuropharm division. You’ll like it.” His eyes glittered and he shook the bag. “Come on, for me? You know you want to make me happy….”
“You bastard,” Lex said conversationally, “You just want to punish me,” his eyes still on the vial and one hand edging toward the bag. “I hate you. No. I’m not dressing like a freak for you.”
Lucas smiled and shrugged, took the bag and walked away. Lex followed him into the kitchen, watched Lucas drop the bag on the counter and headed to the fridge. He rummaged about, and pulled out a bottle. “Want some,” he asked and Lex nodded. Lucas poured Cristal into two tumblers and handed one to Lex. He hummed as he tapped a little powder into a syringe and poured warm water into it.
Lex eyed his little kit with a smirk. “You’re an asshole.”
Lucas laughed, gulped the Cristal like soda and shook the little glass tube hard. Lex watched it all, mesmerized by Lucas’ eyes on him.
He grinned at Lex, unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down past his hips and shot himself in the top of the thigh. “Pop goes the weasel. Want some?”
Lex grimaced and shook his head. Lucas tapped more powder out onto the counter. “Help yourself than.”
Lex eyed the bag, and inched toward the counter. He leaned over the powder. Lucas watched him and smiled. “See, I take care of you. I know what’s best for you. Lex, I do want you to take over the labs. Run the research division. You know you’d like that. And you need to do something.” He stood over and mouthed the back of his head, his neck. “You need to exercise your beautiful brain,” he murmured.
Lex laughed.” I don’t think so…” his head rolled on his shoulders and he let himself slide to the floor. Lucas flopped down next to him, and laid his arm on Lex’s shoulder. His eyes narrowed and he let the feeling swoop down and take him, one arm tight around Lex and his head tilted back against the cabinet.
His mind floated along on waves of warm nothing, but his thoughts insisted on percolating to the surface, breaking his calm. “You’re going to put the dress on, right? Put the make up on?” he grinned. “Let me see you like that just for a little.”
“I guess,” Lex said thickly, in a tone that said ‘I could care less’. He sighed and moved closer to Lucas, stroking his chest and licking hard and slow and steady against his neck. Lucas was surprised to feel himself getting hard—his dick surged against his leg when Lex breathed warm little gusts steadily into his ear.
“There’s something I want, Lucas, tell me you’ll do it and I’ll do this for you. Get me this one thing and I’ll do whatever you want.
“What,” he gasped, “what is it? What do you want?” He spread his legs and Lex rubbed his thighs, slid his hand into his pants and cupped and rolled his balls gently in his hand. “Get me the Smallville place back.”
“All right, all right,” he bucked in Lex’s hand. “I will. And you--” he groaned and humped Lex’s palm, pushed his hand hard over him and his hips lifted from the floor. “You’ll wear the –ahh!” He froze and quivered, his hips in the air and his come pulsed over Lex’s fist. The orgasm was a slow rolling wave, diffuse and center less, flooding his mind with warmth and loosening all his muscles. He dropped back down and sprawled on the floor, his chest heaving.
Lex wiped his hand on Lucas’ shirt, and grabbed the bag. “I’m going to go put this—stuff on, don’t forget what you promised.”
Lucas was hurt. Didn’t he always do what Lex asked him too?
He pulled himself up, and ran his hand through his damp hair. He needed to clean up, and call the driver and get ready for the interview. He grinned; a big lazy smirk that he could feel split his mouth. This was going to be the most fun interview ever.
He thought of Lex and his dick twitched a little.
Ever.
Tbc
eta:am a dummy, sheesh!
Here are the previous parts…
Lucas walked into the darkened living room and used the remote to open the blinds. Light spilled in and made Lex grunt in annoyance and try to shield his eyes from the sun glaring in the glass. Lucas leaned over the couch and shook his shoulder. “Hey. Did you go out today?”
Lex growled at him. “What?”
“Did you go out today?”
“Yes, yes for fucks sake, didn’t your secretary give you the message? I went out, damn it. God—first you don’t want me to leave the place and then you won’t let me stay home…it’s like living with fucking Sybil or something.”
Lex swung his feet to the floor, still dressed in the rumpled suit he’d worn to lunch. “You’ll be happy to know that Mitsy and Brent are still as stupid as ever, but thank god, large amounts of Armadale made them slightly wittier.”
Lucas snorted and picked Lex’s coat up off the floor and folded it over the back of the couch.
”Bevin sends their love and he says you have a pretty cock and he misses it—*she* tried to remember her name mostly...”
Lucas rolled his eyes and muttered, “’Pretty cock’. Asshole. Sorry we ever screwed them.” He came around the couch, lifted Lex’s legs across his lap as he sat next to him. “I brought you something.”
Lex’s face lit up. “You did?” He licked his lips and smiled eagerly at Lucas, greed filling his eyes. “What, can I see?”
Lucas shook his head and grinned. “You have to come back to the office with me tonight.”
Lex closed his eyes and frowned, shook his head. “I’m staying right here. You go.”
Lucas grabbed Lex’s silk clad foot, and stroked it. A little stab of disquiet ran up Lex’s spine and he held very still as Lucas rubbed the ball of his foot and stroked his ankle. “No—get up, we have to go—the surprise is there. I can make it interesting for you,” he grinned and reaching behind the couch pulled up a bag and set it down in front of Lex. “Look.” He reached in the bag and pulled out a handful of shimmery fabric.
Lex grinned lazily, “What, you bought me a scarf? You want to play hide and seek?”
Lucas smirked and shook the material and it unfolded into a fall of sheer black material. ”It’s a dress; there’s some other stuff in the bag. Go put it on.”
“The fuck…” Lex gaped at Lucas, and then laughed so hard he fell off the couch. “Why in the fuck would I wear that—Halloween is over—or didn’t you know?” He lay on the carpet snickering at Lucas, who only smiled back.
“You’ll wear it because I want you to. It’ll make me happy.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a wig, strawberry blonde hair, long and cut in a very old-fashioned style.
Lex sobered and began to get annoyed. “No! I’m not wearing that to the office---none of that—I’ll look like a freak!”
“You’ll look sexy. And I want it.” He sounded harder, angry. “Do this and I’ll let you have full charge of the labs. Whatever you want, your way. I’ll leave you alone with them. Don’t do it, and I’ll have to remind you who’s boss here. You can laugh all you like at me, but remember this--I own you. I’m offering right now, but I can make you do whatever I want. You think you’ve got nothing to lose? You do—believe me, you do.”
Lex’s mouth hung open. “All that just to see me in a dress? Fuck you. What the hell is your problem? It’s not enough you’ve got my ass, you want my balls too?”
“No—it’s not like that—I just…come on, I’m not saying make it a way of life, one time in the office and that’s all. One time. Promise.” Lucas pushed a glass vial over to him. “Look, here’s something just for you. Take this and the bag.”
Lex’s heart beat harder. Lucas had been doling out the drugs in little bits here and there, just enough to keep him from…doing something. He stared and licked his lips. “What is it?”
“A little something from the neuropharm division. You’ll like it.” His eyes glittered and he shook the bag. “Come on, for me? You know you want to make me happy….”
“You bastard,” Lex said conversationally, “You just want to punish me,” his eyes still on the vial and one hand edging toward the bag. “I hate you. No. I’m not dressing like a freak for you.”
Lucas smiled and shrugged, took the bag and walked away. Lex followed him into the kitchen, watched Lucas drop the bag on the counter and headed to the fridge. He rummaged about, and pulled out a bottle. “Want some,” he asked and Lex nodded. Lucas poured Cristal into two tumblers and handed one to Lex. He hummed as he tapped a little powder into a syringe and poured warm water into it.
Lex eyed his little kit with a smirk. “You’re an asshole.”
Lucas laughed, gulped the Cristal like soda and shook the little glass tube hard. Lex watched it all, mesmerized by Lucas’ eyes on him.
He grinned at Lex, unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down past his hips and shot himself in the top of the thigh. “Pop goes the weasel. Want some?”
Lex grimaced and shook his head. Lucas tapped more powder out onto the counter. “Help yourself than.”
Lex eyed the bag, and inched toward the counter. He leaned over the powder. Lucas watched him and smiled. “See, I take care of you. I know what’s best for you. Lex, I do want you to take over the labs. Run the research division. You know you’d like that. And you need to do something.” He stood over and mouthed the back of his head, his neck. “You need to exercise your beautiful brain,” he murmured.
Lex laughed.” I don’t think so…” his head rolled on his shoulders and he let himself slide to the floor. Lucas flopped down next to him, and laid his arm on Lex’s shoulder. His eyes narrowed and he let the feeling swoop down and take him, one arm tight around Lex and his head tilted back against the cabinet.
His mind floated along on waves of warm nothing, but his thoughts insisted on percolating to the surface, breaking his calm. “You’re going to put the dress on, right? Put the make up on?” he grinned. “Let me see you like that just for a little.”
“I guess,” Lex said thickly, in a tone that said ‘I could care less’. He sighed and moved closer to Lucas, stroking his chest and licking hard and slow and steady against his neck. Lucas was surprised to feel himself getting hard—his dick surged against his leg when Lex breathed warm little gusts steadily into his ear.
“There’s something I want, Lucas, tell me you’ll do it and I’ll do this for you. Get me this one thing and I’ll do whatever you want.
“What,” he gasped, “what is it? What do you want?” He spread his legs and Lex rubbed his thighs, slid his hand into his pants and cupped and rolled his balls gently in his hand. “Get me the Smallville place back.”
“All right, all right,” he bucked in Lex’s hand. “I will. And you--” he groaned and humped Lex’s palm, pushed his hand hard over him and his hips lifted from the floor. “You’ll wear the –ahh!” He froze and quivered, his hips in the air and his come pulsed over Lex’s fist. The orgasm was a slow rolling wave, diffuse and center less, flooding his mind with warmth and loosening all his muscles. He dropped back down and sprawled on the floor, his chest heaving.
Lex wiped his hand on Lucas’ shirt, and grabbed the bag. “I’m going to go put this—stuff on, don’t forget what you promised.”
Lucas was hurt. Didn’t he always do what Lex asked him too?
He pulled himself up, and ran his hand through his damp hair. He needed to clean up, and call the driver and get ready for the interview. He grinned; a big lazy smirk that he could feel split his mouth. This was going to be the most fun interview ever.
He thought of Lex and his dick twitched a little.
Ever.
Tbc
eta:am a dummy, sheesh!
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goodbad!!!:P
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*evol snorfle*