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Deal part 2C
Title: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lex/Adam and Clark
Rating: 4/nc-17
previous parts of Deal
Saturday, the most boring Saturday in all of history, but he was in town because his parents expected it. He even had money for the movies, though who he was going to go with he had no idea…it was scary, he thought, how quickly a person could be forgotten, even by someone who was supposed to be your best friend. He scowled in the window at Fordmans, and tried not to think about Pete and his place on the team and his new friends. He sighed. Well, he couldn’t really expect everybody to keep chasing after him. You could only refuse phone calls so long before people stopped calling back.
In the surface of the glass, he saw Lex’s car headed for the Talon, and miracle of miracles--he seemed to be alone. Clark’s heart skipped a beat, and he smiled, struggled not to run at full speed to catch up with him. Maybe he was looking for him. Great---he’d have a few minutes alone…
As he watched, the car rolled past the coffee bar and sped up, and he cursed. He was probably going to pick up stupid Adam. He stopped, feeling like a fool and then changed his mind—he did follow Lex, faster than any human could have done.
He caught up with him again off the alley near the newly vacant feed store. The Porsche rolled to a stop and Lex rolled down his window, called softly, “hey.” Clark nearly answered before he realized Lex wasn’t speaking to him. He was staring at something in the alley.
A shadow split off from the dark of the alley, someone sauntered over to the car and leaned into the window.
He could see Lex smile and say, “How much?”
Clark focused his hearing—he might need to protect Lex—that’s what he told himself as his heart started to pump uncomfortably harder in his chest….
The tall figure slid his hips back and forth against the car door. His voice was low, a deep husky whisper. “For you, hmmm—ten…twenty…er, five, twenty five for a blow job.” It was some guy’s voice—Lex was asking some guy for sex. Paid sex? Lex?
He could hear the smile in his voice when Lex answered, “That much, hunh? Are you any good?”
Clark realized the figure leaning in the car window was Adam, when he laughed, and answered Lex. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”
“Ah-ha. I see. Why don’t you get in? I think I can teach you things…I think I can promise you’ll like them.”
Adam slid into the car with a move that reminded Clark of oil, kissed Lex like he was trying to climb down his throat and then the Porsche drove on. Clark walked into the mouth of the alley Adam had come out of. His head was spinning, he felt light and dizzy, a little sick. Something lodged in his throat and stayed there. Adam and Lex were playing weird sex games—shit. Ward my fucking ass, he growled to himself. No wonder Lex dropped everything and came running for Adam. He’d probably do the same for Clark if he was the one sucking him off. Clark threw himself back against the wall and felt like screaming.
Lex was gay, or bi or something…he knew he’d had women to the castle—showed up with fancy model girls from time to time, and he knew darn well he screwed them. Now the ‘assistants’, those guys in slick suits and not-mall haircuts, that popped up for a week or two and disappeared made sense—he was screwing them too. Like he was screwing Adam. And why was he feeling more cheated on than disgusted?
Clark shivered, and felt himself stiffen a little—what he was feeling was wrong; he knew it was, everyone said so. The guys at school, the way they teased certain boys, the girls and the faces they made when guys made gay jokes—the way his dad shook his head and sighed when they talked about gay marriage on TV. It was wrong. But it was Lex….
Clark shoved a hand in his pocket and felt how hard he was getting because he was thinking of Lex and Lex having sex with him, with anybody. He popped the top button of his jeans and shoved his fingers in, and closed his eyes and whispered ‘Lex’…He unbuttoned the next few, and shoved his pants down until his dick popped free and he gripped himself and shivered. Lex would do…what with him? Hold him like this? Look at him…he stared at his hand on his dick, Lex would look, and stroke him, and ask him how it felt…Lex’s hand would be smaller, his fingers thinner but strong, he’d do it fast and hard, and grin at him while he did it. Clark jerked harder and harder, his breath came in reedy whines and he pictured Lex licking his lips, and pushing his own dick into Clark’s thigh and asking him, ‘are you going to come yet? Are you ready? Are you going to come in my hand’…Clark yelped and trembled and bit down hard on his lower lip. His hips snapped forward and he drove his dick through the tight circle of his fist, snapped his hand up and down, faster than possible for anyone else except him. Come spattered the street, and he caught some of it in his hand, smeared it into his skin. He leaned against the wall, panting and trembling and feeling warm and good and—
And came back to reality with an unpleasant thud. He’d just jerked off in an alley right in the outdoors where anyone could have seen him—holy fuck! He yanked his pants up so hard he bounced on his feet and zipped his jacket up right to his nose. Now if he could get home without dying of embarrassment—shit—Lex made him do crazy stupid shit. He jogged across the intersection and onto the road out of town.
When he got home, he was having dinner and not running to the castle to see…God, he needed a shower. An ice cold shower, and if that didn’t work, he needed to jerk off again.
******
Lex looked up in the rear view mirror, at the flashing red light behind him. Damn it. He really didn’t feel like dealing with this now. An hour yet before he hit Metropolis, in the middle of no-where, and he was being stopped? He was certain he hadn’t been speeding. Fairly certain, he smiled ruefully. He took his phone out—he’d need to call Dr. Hartnett and let him know that he’d be late for their appointment. Lex felt a little shiver of irritated impatience. He hoped this wouldn’t take long. He wanted to get to the city—he wanted to finally begin to learn just who he was…
He shook himself and came back to the moment. He looked up in his rear view mirror again. The cop was getting out of his car. He certainly knew this drill…he sighed and leaned over, took his license and registration out of the glove box, and waited. The tall dark figure walked up to his car, dressed in Metropolis black instead of the uniform of the highway patrol, and that was a little odd. It was hard to make out a face; the bouncing light of a flashlight playing over the outside of the Porsche threw it in and out of shadows.
The cop was at his window now, a big icy looking blond, pale against the black of the uniform. Lex flashed a smile that hopefully communicated how much the soul of cooperation he was and rolled his window down.
The big man leaned slightly over to see into the car, flashing the beam into Lex’s eyes. “License and....Say—aren’t you Lex Luthor?”
Lex nodded, and tried to keep the irritation off of his face. He blinked against the flare and said, “Yes sir,” in the same voice he reserved for snarling dogs and his father. He reached out to the seat next to him. The cop said softly “hey, you--” in such a weirdly intimate, seductive tone, that Lex was startled, he turned back to the cop, and looked into the barrel of a gun.
His stomach dropped. “Oh.” He said. Shit, he thought and a driving punch centered in his throat, he flew back against the restraints—he wanted to scream but his throat didn’t work, his lungs didn’t work, a roar like the end of the world filled the car and then blackness crept up on him so horribly slow. His world narrowed to an ice blue eye peering at him, watching him die. The blue slowly faded and his last sight was of ocean green eyes, and a smile…
part2d next up
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lex/Adam and Clark
Rating: 4/nc-17
previous parts of Deal
Saturday, the most boring Saturday in all of history, but he was in town because his parents expected it. He even had money for the movies, though who he was going to go with he had no idea…it was scary, he thought, how quickly a person could be forgotten, even by someone who was supposed to be your best friend. He scowled in the window at Fordmans, and tried not to think about Pete and his place on the team and his new friends. He sighed. Well, he couldn’t really expect everybody to keep chasing after him. You could only refuse phone calls so long before people stopped calling back.
In the surface of the glass, he saw Lex’s car headed for the Talon, and miracle of miracles--he seemed to be alone. Clark’s heart skipped a beat, and he smiled, struggled not to run at full speed to catch up with him. Maybe he was looking for him. Great---he’d have a few minutes alone…
As he watched, the car rolled past the coffee bar and sped up, and he cursed. He was probably going to pick up stupid Adam. He stopped, feeling like a fool and then changed his mind—he did follow Lex, faster than any human could have done.
He caught up with him again off the alley near the newly vacant feed store. The Porsche rolled to a stop and Lex rolled down his window, called softly, “hey.” Clark nearly answered before he realized Lex wasn’t speaking to him. He was staring at something in the alley.
A shadow split off from the dark of the alley, someone sauntered over to the car and leaned into the window.
He could see Lex smile and say, “How much?”
Clark focused his hearing—he might need to protect Lex—that’s what he told himself as his heart started to pump uncomfortably harder in his chest….
The tall figure slid his hips back and forth against the car door. His voice was low, a deep husky whisper. “For you, hmmm—ten…twenty…er, five, twenty five for a blow job.” It was some guy’s voice—Lex was asking some guy for sex. Paid sex? Lex?
He could hear the smile in his voice when Lex answered, “That much, hunh? Are you any good?”
Clark realized the figure leaning in the car window was Adam, when he laughed, and answered Lex. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”
“Ah-ha. I see. Why don’t you get in? I think I can teach you things…I think I can promise you’ll like them.”
Adam slid into the car with a move that reminded Clark of oil, kissed Lex like he was trying to climb down his throat and then the Porsche drove on. Clark walked into the mouth of the alley Adam had come out of. His head was spinning, he felt light and dizzy, a little sick. Something lodged in his throat and stayed there. Adam and Lex were playing weird sex games—shit. Ward my fucking ass, he growled to himself. No wonder Lex dropped everything and came running for Adam. He’d probably do the same for Clark if he was the one sucking him off. Clark threw himself back against the wall and felt like screaming.
Lex was gay, or bi or something…he knew he’d had women to the castle—showed up with fancy model girls from time to time, and he knew darn well he screwed them. Now the ‘assistants’, those guys in slick suits and not-mall haircuts, that popped up for a week or two and disappeared made sense—he was screwing them too. Like he was screwing Adam. And why was he feeling more cheated on than disgusted?
Clark shivered, and felt himself stiffen a little—what he was feeling was wrong; he knew it was, everyone said so. The guys at school, the way they teased certain boys, the girls and the faces they made when guys made gay jokes—the way his dad shook his head and sighed when they talked about gay marriage on TV. It was wrong. But it was Lex….
Clark shoved a hand in his pocket and felt how hard he was getting because he was thinking of Lex and Lex having sex with him, with anybody. He popped the top button of his jeans and shoved his fingers in, and closed his eyes and whispered ‘Lex’…He unbuttoned the next few, and shoved his pants down until his dick popped free and he gripped himself and shivered. Lex would do…what with him? Hold him like this? Look at him…he stared at his hand on his dick, Lex would look, and stroke him, and ask him how it felt…Lex’s hand would be smaller, his fingers thinner but strong, he’d do it fast and hard, and grin at him while he did it. Clark jerked harder and harder, his breath came in reedy whines and he pictured Lex licking his lips, and pushing his own dick into Clark’s thigh and asking him, ‘are you going to come yet? Are you ready? Are you going to come in my hand’…Clark yelped and trembled and bit down hard on his lower lip. His hips snapped forward and he drove his dick through the tight circle of his fist, snapped his hand up and down, faster than possible for anyone else except him. Come spattered the street, and he caught some of it in his hand, smeared it into his skin. He leaned against the wall, panting and trembling and feeling warm and good and—
And came back to reality with an unpleasant thud. He’d just jerked off in an alley right in the outdoors where anyone could have seen him—holy fuck! He yanked his pants up so hard he bounced on his feet and zipped his jacket up right to his nose. Now if he could get home without dying of embarrassment—shit—Lex made him do crazy stupid shit. He jogged across the intersection and onto the road out of town.
When he got home, he was having dinner and not running to the castle to see…God, he needed a shower. An ice cold shower, and if that didn’t work, he needed to jerk off again.
******
Lex looked up in the rear view mirror, at the flashing red light behind him. Damn it. He really didn’t feel like dealing with this now. An hour yet before he hit Metropolis, in the middle of no-where, and he was being stopped? He was certain he hadn’t been speeding. Fairly certain, he smiled ruefully. He took his phone out—he’d need to call Dr. Hartnett and let him know that he’d be late for their appointment. Lex felt a little shiver of irritated impatience. He hoped this wouldn’t take long. He wanted to get to the city—he wanted to finally begin to learn just who he was…
He shook himself and came back to the moment. He looked up in his rear view mirror again. The cop was getting out of his car. He certainly knew this drill…he sighed and leaned over, took his license and registration out of the glove box, and waited. The tall dark figure walked up to his car, dressed in Metropolis black instead of the uniform of the highway patrol, and that was a little odd. It was hard to make out a face; the bouncing light of a flashlight playing over the outside of the Porsche threw it in and out of shadows.
The cop was at his window now, a big icy looking blond, pale against the black of the uniform. Lex flashed a smile that hopefully communicated how much the soul of cooperation he was and rolled his window down.
The big man leaned slightly over to see into the car, flashing the beam into Lex’s eyes. “License and....Say—aren’t you Lex Luthor?”
Lex nodded, and tried to keep the irritation off of his face. He blinked against the flare and said, “Yes sir,” in the same voice he reserved for snarling dogs and his father. He reached out to the seat next to him. The cop said softly “hey, you--” in such a weirdly intimate, seductive tone, that Lex was startled, he turned back to the cop, and looked into the barrel of a gun.
His stomach dropped. “Oh.” He said. Shit, he thought and a driving punch centered in his throat, he flew back against the restraints—he wanted to scream but his throat didn’t work, his lungs didn’t work, a roar like the end of the world filled the car and then blackness crept up on him so horribly slow. His world narrowed to an ice blue eye peering at him, watching him die. The blue slowly faded and his last sight was of ocean green eyes, and a smile…
part2d next up
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What on earth happened with Lex? The cop (bad cop?) recognized Adam? Felt affection for Adam and so he took Lex out of the equation? Hmmmmm....I am thrown. You threw me a curve and I love that!
Looking forward to more. Really great story, Roxy! :)
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I'm so glad that you liked the bit in the alley. *be all happy* Oh caught? oh, nonono! I'd die!! I can't embarrass my boy like *that*!