DEAL part one

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Okay, this is the first part of Deal--this part I wrote looong ago (April, 2005). I always wanted to do more with it, and picked at it from time to time. I do that. And suddenly, this summer, I got inspired, and just as suddenly, side tracked by a certain red-head. But we have room for more than one WIP at good old story time don't we? *eyeballs other WIPs whimpering in the window*

This is not a happy story. There are spots along the way that everyone behaves badly. But, I hope you find it interesting. And just so you know, no-one eats anyone in this story. *G*

Title: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lex/M
Rating: nc-17




Lex cruised slowly down the dark streets, looking…he passed a group of girls, slowed down and looked them over—short, short skirts, torn stocking, thigh high boots. Enough makeup to almost cover bruises and scars and bad skin from bad nutrition…as he sped up he heard them shouting things, catcalls…

Another street, another group of strangers. He rolled slowly along, drawing attention, a Porsche in this neighborhood at this time of night wasn’t unusual but it did advertise and money talked.

He stopped at a corner and a young man unfolded himself from the wall. He strolled over to the car and leaned in the window.

“Hey man. Nice car...I always wanted a ride in a car like this.” He stared at Lex and stroked the gleaming, curved side of the car. He was thin as a rail; his dark brown hair fell over his eyes. He threw in a little lip lick and one eyelid twitched and he kept smiling, pink lips stretched over sharp white teeth.

Jesus…. “Get in the car.”

The kid slid in and looked at him expectantly. He looked to be about eighteen—tops.

“How much?” Lex asked.

“Wow—okay,” he glanced around the inside of the car. “Fifty. For a blowjob.”

“What are you, a theme park ride?” Lex snorted. “A thousand. How long would that keep you off the street?”

The kid looked at him, shocked. “You want me to stay with you…” He leaned against the door, puzzled eyes sweeping over him, lingering on his crotch.

“Please. I’m not Richard Gere and you’re definitely not Julia Roberts. I want you to stay off the street for a while—maybe even think about your life. If you take this money, though, I will be checking up on you…” He held a fat plain white envelope in his leather-clad hand.

The kid nodded frantically. “Okay—okay, yeah, hell yeah.” He took the envelope. Stashed it quickly away and looked at Lex. Really looked at him, and this time when he licked his lips, it had none of the practiced moves of a hustler. He nodded toward Lex. “Are you sure you don’t want...I could blow you, or we could go somewhere…” He reached a hand out and ran it up Lex’s leg stopping only when Lex grabbed him by the wrist, a wrist so thin his fingers had no trouble wrapping around it, pinning it flat. The kid had fine delicate features, almost feminine bone structure, he was really pretty, and Lex knew anyone who mistook those looks for weakness would most likely end up with their guts in their hands but…Lex figured it was worth a shot. Intelligence gleamed out of those eyes, maybe the kid would take the opportunity…inside the envelope was a card printed with a number…maybe the kid would call. It happened.

“Get out of the car. Keep off the streets. Pretend seriously you have brains. And I will be checking.”

The kid leaned over quick as a cat and kissed Lex, kissed him so well Lex couldn’t help but respond—and jumped out the car. “Conner...I mean Steven--” he said. “That’s my name. Thanks.”

The scene played out a few more times, Lex ran into kids he’d given money to before—but the money was a one time offer. He never gave it to the same kid twice. He did make exceptions, sometimes—if they wanted to go home, he paid for it. Kids who wanted to get clean, he helped- but the free money was a one time only deal.

He remembered…what it was like to think this isn’t so bad—and –I’m the one in control—and…he had been--was lucky, he had a place, a home, a reason beyond ‘I need to eat’ to do what he did. Somewhere along the line, he’d decided he wanted to live more than he hated his father, but he never could forget about the kids who were lost.

And when it all got to be too much, when he didn’t think he could take another step without—exploding, or losing his mind—he came out here and tried to affect a change in someone’s life…the Lex way.

And sometimes a miracle happened.
*****

Once more around the block and it’s time to go. Lex wondered if he should stay in the city or go back home.

Home. Smallville. He snorted.

Home came with a flannel shirt, blue jeans and work boots. Home was hazel eyes and a big puppy smile. Home was innocent, clean and safe.

He caught a flare of light in an alleyway, and a kid came walking out, stopped and backed up against the wall there. Lex had the feeling he was watching…looking at the car, waiting for him. Lex got out. “Hey.”

The kid remained silent and Lex walked up to him. “Hey, how--”

He was struck silent. God, it was Clark! For a moment his heart flipped and raced and he knew he made some sort of noise, the boy looked at him strangely, looked ready to bolt. Lex reached out and grabbed his shoulder. “Who are you?”

The kid definitely looked scared now, “Get off, you don’t know me!” he snarled.

He had dark hair, and green eyes and the same high coloring as Clark, red cheeks, red full lips, the tip of his nose was red from the chill night air.

“What’s your name, tell me, I won’t hurt you.”

“A—Allan.”

“Ah-Allen…” he smiled at the boy. Sure his name was Allen. He was thinner, nearly the same height as Clark, nearly the same build. “How old are you Ah-Allen?”

“Allen,” he muttered, cheeks flaming even more in annoyance and he pulled ineffectually against Lex’s grip. “Eighteen.”

Lex sighed. No way. Maybe if you were just looking at his body, sure, he might pass for eighteen, even older, but one look at his eyes told the story.

Lex crowded the boy against the wall behind them, grabbed one of his arms and wrapped it around his back; let him feel the lump of the gun under his coat.

“Let me ask again. How old are you.”

Allen looked shocked, as if he could barely imagine anyone actually threatening another person, and dropped his eyes. “Sixteen.” He tried to pull his hand away but Lex held fast.

How much to keep you off the street “How much,” he said aloud. The kid jerked back to reality, green eyes wide and fearful. Jesus God…

“Te--twenty…five. For a blow. Job.” He licked his lips nervously and stared at Lex as defiantly as he could.

“Okay. Get in the car.” what—what-- “Let’s go”. He whirled around, the coat hitting the kid in the shins and stalked to the car, slid inside.

The kid stood on the sidewalk for a few seconds and from this distance and in this light it was Clark. Lex shivered and his dick pressed against his zipper. He felt a little roil of queasy excitement in the pit of his stomach but he forced it down. The kid didn’t move… Lex turned the car on…he wasn’t going to get in. Good. Thank God.

He turned the wheel from the curb and suddenly the boy ran up to the car, and shouted into the open window.

“Okay! Let me in! Please.”

Lex stopped. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the steering wheel and said. “Get in.”

They were quiet while Lex drove, the matter of where he was spending the night decided. He stared straight ahead but he could feel the kid looking at him and Lex felt a little jolt each time he caught him out of the corner of his eyes, he looked so much like Clark it was thoroughly confusing his dick, he thought sardonically.

The kid finally spoke, trying to sound gruff. “Where are we going? I’ve got people who will miss me, you know…”

“No you don’t,” Lex replied. “No one knows you, you were lucky not to get the shit kicked out of you. You were lucky you weren’t on someone’s corner, you were lucky I picked you up and not some psycho, who’d’ beat you and fuck you and cut you into little bite size pieces.”

Allen flushed red from his hairline to his neck, and opened his mouth to speak—nothing came out. Clark Clark Clark Lex’s mind ran wild, thinking of Clark in this situation, sitting here like this with a stranger…with him. He breathed out a tiny moan, his dick was painfully pressing against his fly.

He was sick. Poor Clark, he expected so much of him, but he was just a wolf in disguise, no matter how hard he tried….

He was tired of trying to live up to Clark’s expectations.

They were in the parking garage and then the elevator and then Lex was unlocking the doors to the apartment and the kid hadn’t said one word further. Just his cheeks were red now; he’d paled the closer he’d gotten to the reality of what he was expected—expecting to do.

Lex took off his coat, hung it and slid off his shoes. He padded into the living area, on into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. The kid was still pressed against the door.

“Come on in. take your coat off.”

The kid jerked, looked at him as if he’d slapped him.

“Oh—okay.” He slid off his coat and toed his beat up sneaks off. He pulled off his socks like a kid, stepping on the toes and pulling his feet back until the sock popped off his foot. He unbuttoned his flannel flannel shirt, and was about to pull his tee-shirt over his head when Lex asked calmly, “What are you doing?” Tried to ignore his raging hard-on.

“Taking—taking my clothes off. That’s what you said…”

“I said take your *coat* off.” Lex said, his face smoothing out, he gave the kid a soft little half smile.

“Oh!” Allen blushed bright red again-Ah--God. His lips turned down, he was embarrassed and Lex found it endearing, and then he lifted his eyes, finally, the green eyes met Lex’s blue, and... he burst into laughter. “I thought you said clothes!”

He laughed and laughed, nerves strung tight with fear driving him to laugh harder, and Lex smiled and waited for him to collect himself.

When he wound down into weak little chuckles Lex told him, “No—that does come later,” and watched his face freeze again.

“Eat something first.” Lex beckoned Allen into the kitchen, but he shook his head, his lower lip almost stuck out in a pout and Lex growled to himself. He was going to have to kill him or fuck him; the kid was going to make him go insane.

“Come eat something and maybe get a bath or...shower, something.” Lex cursed at himself. He was losing it, inch by inch.

Allen shook his head no. “I just want to get this over with,” the kid said and moved to the couch.

Lex was on him in an instant, pushed him flat on his back on the couch and pressed an arm hard against his throat. “Over with?” He hissed, “You little shit, who the fuck do you think you are? I call the shots; I’m the boss here. Get the fuck on your face, now.” He swung and smacked him and Allen yelped, flinched back and cowered under his crossed arms.

“Stop—stop it!” he shouted at Lex, and Lex yanked him around and shoved a knee in the small of his back.

“This is how it could have gone,” he said in a calm and serious voice. “Do you understand me? You have no power in this situation. You have to depend on the john—and that’s insane.”

He stood back and let the shaking kid up. Allen kept an arm up so as not to let Lex see his tears and Lex turned his back. “Get in the shower and I’ll make something for you to eat.”

Allen nodded and coughed to cover a sob.

“Where…where?”

“Straight down the hall, on the right,” he said and walked away.

He was stirring some eggs together, on a plate he had sautéed onions and peppers and little plastic tub of fresh salsa sat on the bar’s counter. He poured the mix in a pan on the stove and tossed a few thin slices of ham on top. He was just putting a bottle of milk Clark drinks milk…and a glass on the bar when Allen appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a robe.

“I hope you like omelets because it’s one of the few things I can make,” Lex said staring at the pan as if it would leap up and run away. “Do you want salsa with it? It’s very good, they make it fresh at the market around the corner.” He wanted to laugh, he sounded like it was a perfectly normal evening and his companion wasn’t a sixteen year old hooker wanna-be.

Allen stared at Lex and then slid onto a stool at the breakfast bar. Lex turned and looked at him.

His hair was wet and standing out all over, his eyes looked enormous, his lashes so black and thick they looked lined with kohl. They were still clumped together, wet from the shower and Lex trembled inside.

Allen looked scared still but his eyes kept darting to the pan and he swallowed and swallowed, hard. Lex broke open a few more eggs, adding to the egg mixture left in the bowl, enough to make another couple of omelets. “Toast?”

“Oh, yes please,” the young man whispered and grimaced as his stomach growled loudly.

“When did you eat last?” Lex asked.

“Yesterday. The day before…I’m not sure.”

Lex popped bread into a toaster that looked as complicated as a space station and fished in his pocket, tossed Allen a little cell phone. “Call your parents.”

Allen stared at the phone. “I don’t have any. I’m a foster kid. And trust me they don’t give a shit.”

He laid the phone on the table and looked up at Lex. “I’m alone.” He looked defiant again—his default look when he was scared, Lex figured. He moved to the stove, slipped the omelet onto a plate and set it in front of Allen. He poured the remaining mixture in the pan and waited for it to cook.

Allen hesitated, not long enough to make it look like he was asking permission, not short enough to show contempt…lost. Lex sighed.

This kid was going to die. He wouldn’t go home and he wasn’t going to make it alone on the street. He was going to need friends and on the street friends came with a price tag. He was the type to pay with his life.

Lex looked at his watch. He was going to fuck him and dump him. Clark was fucking with his mind sufficiently, thank you. He couldn’t afford another distraction.

He watched the kid wolf down his food as he sipped a glass of water.
Allen kept darting glances at him He ate like he was starving; like he already knew bone deep that nothing came free so best to make the most of it before the bill came. Lex watched him impassively, sipping at his water and drumming his fingertips on the counter top.

He gave Allen the other omelet when he cleaned his plate, and had a cup of coffee while he watched him eat the second one. The kid ladled on spoonfuls and spoonfuls of the salsa when he discovered it tasted good, and drank glass after glass of milk.
Finally he was finished and his eyes drooped as he wiped his mouth. He yawned deeply and blushed.

“I’m awake,” he stuttered, and stood. “I’m ready.” His knuckles were white where they griped the edges of the robe.

Lex smirked. “So am I. Come on.”

Allen followed him quietly. Lex stopped him at his bedroom door, and turned him around to face it. “Go in get on the bed.”

The kid walked in, head down like he was about to die.

Lex wondered how long it would take him to learn to strut, or slink in like the room belonged to him.

Allen dropped the robe and lay naked in the bed, his hands over his crotch, stiff and straight as a board.

“God,” Lex said sarcastically, as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the tails free. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. “I’m not a monster—you don’t have to lie there like a virgin sacrifice—oh fuck, no he thought as Allen blushed from head to toe. He jerked upright and glowered at Lex, “I’m not a virgin,” he yelled.

“Oh fuck. Yes you are…get out—no-- lay down-- no---FUCK! “

Lex threw the belt he’d pulled out of his loops across the room. The buckle hit a vase on the dresser and smashed it; Allen jumped and shoved back against the pillows stacked on the bed.

“What the fuck is this, some kind of cosmic joke?” Lex shouted at the ceiling. “Well, screw you too!” He focused on Allen and yelled, “and you, roll over, get on your knees!”

Allen blanched, the blush rushing away and leaving his complexion pasty and pale. He got to his knees quickly, awkwardly, no grace to his movements at all and he was like a lump on the bed, head down on his arms, ass in the air, the position opening and displaying him. His ribs heaved and his whole posture screamed I don’t want to be here.

This was it; this kid was the closest thing to Clark Kent he was ever going to have…the only chance he was ever going to have….

He bent over the boy.

“I’m gonna call you Clark—you answer to Clark, understand?”

The kid’s face was tight, his eyes screwed shut and he nodded. He peeked at Lex and asked, “Why?” and gasped “sorry, sorry!” when Lex whipped around and glared at him.

“Shut up and you might learn something.” The kid’s lips were moving silently over and over and Lex turned away. If he was praying, he was going to puke. He let his clothes drop to floor.

He glanced down at himself—he was still soft. He didn’t even look at Allen. He knew the kid was soft--he was terrified. He stroked himself as he moved to get lube and a condom.

“Lesson number one. “ he said. “Don’t ever bareback. No matter how much they want to pay you,” he jabbed Allen in the ribs, “don’t—bare—back.” At each word he jabbed the boy, and Allen just sobbed and tried not to move.

“Don’t ever share needles,” he said and poured lube, a lot of lube into his hand.

“I—I don’t do drugs,” Allen’s voice quavered from his bent arms.

“Not yet,” Lex said, and climbed onto the bed. Allen muttered, “God I hate you” under his breath, Lex laughed when he heard.

“You should,” he said, and took Allen’s flaccid dick in his slick hand. The kid gasped-- Lex knew fear when he heard it.

He stroked slowly, feeling him, skimmed his fingertips over the velvety skin, getting to know him, what made him move unintentionally, waiting for him to betray what was good for him.

A hard stroke upwards ending with a twist and his thumb gliding over the tip of his dick seemed to work for the kid, he started to move his hips a little and his eyes were still closed but not as painfully squeezed shut. He was getting hard, and Lex enjoyed the feel of his dick filling in his hand—getting hotter and heavier, he twitched when Lex moved a little faster and gasped. Lex smoothed a hand down his back, feeling the smooth shift of muscle there, down his thighs, his calves. Slowly, slowly gently, he loosened his grip on Allen’s dick and moved a little faster again. Allen made the first move, a hip thrust he didn’t seem aware of, he groaned again and his dick surged fuller and Lex’s jerked to life, in seconds strands of precome dripped from the tip of his dick, he stroked and petted and Allen began seeking harder for sensation, more friction. His hips thrust forward, driving his wet dick into Lex’s fist.

“More?” He asked, stroking Allen’s back. “More?” he asked again, and Allen groaned deep and long as if it were being pulled out against his will.

“More?” he asked and Allen shouted, “Yes, damn it,” Lex stroked hard, fast, tight, and Allen was shouting, jerking in his fist and coming….

Lex moved behind him and dribbled lube down his cleft, rubbed over and over the tightly clenched ring of muscle there. Allen whimpered, but didn’t speak, and Lex indulged himself. “Clark…do you want me to fuck you?”

Silence and Lex waited a beat… “Clark…”

“Ah-oh—yes… yes,” Allen gasped, Lex looked at his face and he looked confused, but aroused. Lex shuddered.

“Clark, ask me,” Lex groaned, eyes closed and finger slowly smoothly moving in and out of the muscle, smoothly slipping into the heat, he crooked his finger and touched a firm node inside and Allen jerked

“Aaah--”

“Prostate.” Lex said and rubbed again, Allen gasped and jumped and moaned

“Like it… Clark?” he asked again.

“Oh, yes,” Allen groaned, “ oh yes…”

“Lex. Say it. Lex”.

“Lex, Lex, I like it, I like it very much,” and Lex slid another finger in.

Allen began moving back, helping Lex to impale him on his fingers. Lex moved fully behind him, fucking him with his fingers and reaching around to jerk him. His dick slid against the kids thigh, and he pulled his fingers out, lay his dick in the valley and he began thrusting, rubbing his dick in the cleft, jerking Allen and feeling heady with power, lust.

“Clark, your dick in my hand, feels so right, want to fuck you, suck you, do everything.
Say yes, say yes. ”

“Fuck me please, Lex,” Allen groaned. “ I want it.”

“Always?”

“Yes!” he thrust back hard and Lex slid inside, Allen yelled and Lex stopped, stroking him, rubbing his hand through the sweat that sprang out along his shoulders and spine…

“Clark!” Lex gasped, he moved slowly, letting Allen set the pace, when he began moving Lex gripped his hips and fucked him shallowly at first, letting Allen get used to the burn, letting him begin to want it, he was hard again. Lex groaned. “Shit, I’m not going to last much longer, Clark.”

“Come Lex, come!”

That was all it took, in Lex’s mind it was Clark he saw beneath him, broad back shining with sweat, beads running down his ribs, hair wet with it, and trembling, leg and back muscles jumping with the strain, and Lex watched his dick ride in and out of his ass.

“Ah-Clark-ah—ah!” In his mind, he was coming inside Clark, shooting into his ass deep and heat filled his hand, ran over his fingers, Clark—fuck-- Allen had come again.

Allen collapsed, Lex pulled out carefully and laid panting on top of him for a moment.
He sighed deeply, removed the rubber and tossed it. He went to the bathroom, returning with a warm towel and rubbed Allen gently with it, turned him over and cleaned him up. Allen kept his eyes closed, but tears leaked out from under his lids anyway.

Lex shook his shoulder. “Hey, you okay?”

Allen nodded, but tears ran, and he bit his lip.

“What,” Lex whispered. “You feel—bad for enjoying it? You didn’t expect to, did you? You feel like a whore, don’t you…”

Allen’s eyes opened and tears ran faster, but he was silent. Lex knew the kid was waiting for him to make fun of him.

Lex shook his head. “You’re not. You’re young and healthy and it felt good and that was all your body cared about. Don’t worry.”

Allen closed his eyes again. “Can I sleep?”

Lex said sure. He tried to get up but Lex pushed him down softly, got out of bed.
“You can stay here. Sleep. Tomorrow is another day, all right?”

He nodded and sniffed and curled on his side, his eyes on Lex until fatigue dragged them shut.

Lex walked back out to the living room and worried….

******

“Okay, I have to go,” Allen said after coffee the next morning.

“No—no you’re not.” Lex said firmly.

“What, you’re gonna keep me here against my will?”

“That’s the trouble with American youth,” Lex smirked, “they’re educated by the movies they see. No, not against your will. I have a business proposal.”

“Oh,” Allen replied and blushed deep. “Okay, so- I’m what—your version of meals on wheels?”

Lex frowned and tried not to laugh, Allen was completely serious and rather upset. He should have known.

“No, Allen I have a plan to present to you, one that if you agree to will help you find the rest of your life.”

He said, “I’m Adam. My name is Adam.”


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