Deal Part 2F
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roxyTitle: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Adam and Clark
Rating: 5
previous parts of Deal
Adam came to pick him up driving the Porsche Cabriolet, one of Lex’s favorites. One Clark had never ridden in before.
When he caught sight of the car roaring up the road and turning onto the gravel drive in a way that threw up long plumes of dust, his heart flipped and squeezed and for one senseless moment he *knew* Lex was alive, that his death was a mistake. The gray top was down, the silvery lavender body gleamed like a beacon in the bright sun, and Adam was staring at him.
Clark was furious—how dare he drive Lex’s car, how could he—he grit his teeth. Okay, okay…they belonged to Adam now. Everything was Adam’s. He might as well get used to it right now.
Adam hopped out of the car, almost as graceful as Lex. He made a face as soon as he saw Clark. “I know, I know—you hate seeing me in his car—but I can’t sell them, and I’m not touching more of his money than I have to. And…and besides, it makes me feel as if—he’s still here, somehow.”
Clark nodded. He got that. They climbed in the car, and Adam drove like--a maniac-- into the next town, they found a decent little diner, and stopped.
They said nothing to each other until the food had been ordered, and then Adam spoke.
“Everyone’s treating you like you’re some kind of whore, aren’t they?”
Clark blinked. Wow. Blunt, rude…he blushed and nodded. “Even my parents,” he said, bitterness making his voice rough.
Adam laughed harshly. “Yeah. Me too—which isn’t as bad for me, because I am a whore.”
Clark gaped at him. “What?”
“Lex called me his ward, but basically whore fit the bill. He gets so mad—used to get so mad when I said it---and really? I was the worlds crappiest whore anyway.” He bit off another harsh cough of a laugh.
Clark stared at him. “Lex did those things for you because of sex?” Clark felt his world shrinking, darkening….
Adam went on without noticing Clark’s distress. “No—no, not really. Not at all I guess. He tried to save me. That’s what it was. He picked me up, he fucked me, he fed me and then instead of kicking me back out on the street, he gave me a whole new life.” He looked down into his plate, his eyes swimming. “God, he was like a mother, father, a brother and lover wrapped up in one.”
Oh, that afternoon in town, that was why…Clark was almost sick with jealousy. He didn’t want to know about Adam, and Lex. But on the other hand, what Adam knew was all he’d have of Lex, so he just nodded and tried to look encouraging.
Lunch turned out to be kind of nice, and Adam wasn’t quite as enormous a dick as he’d imagined him to be. They didn’t talk much about Lex after Adam’s…confession. They ate, and talked about school, and Clark’s life on the farm. Everything but Lex, and what Adam did for him.
When he took him home, they made plans to lunch again soon. Clark watched the car drive off and went into the house. He ignored his mom and dad standing in the kitchen, waiting for him, he guessed. He went past them, up the stairs and they never said a word to him.
Days passed slowly unless he spent them with Adam. Whenever Adam had free time, Clark would meet him, at the castle, at the diner they first had lunch at, in Metropolis---a few times Adam picked him up from school. His parents let him go without question. They watched him leave and watched him come home and the look in their eyes was…fear. Clark wasn’t sure if they were afraid for him or of him and he didn’t want to know. He left his parents behind, and went on with his new life.
*****
“What was it like for you and Lex?”
*What do you mean?*
Clark shifted the phone to his other hand and stretched out on his bed. He had the door closed, locked and the player turned up to mask the sound of his parents moving around downstairs—he wanted to feel private, alone with someone who liked him. He went on, “I mean, you said some stuff before…about how he found you and…”
*Oh, you want to know about *that*.
He was quiet and Clark was afraid he’d overstepped. “Hey, I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”
*No, no, I’m just trying to figure out how to say it without sounding Lifetime Movie…I ran away from home—a foster home. The people there…didn’t care much. They got paid to warehouse us, not to love us, I guess. Long story short, I ended up on the street. It was not a good choice.*
He stopped and Clark waited. Adam’s voice was dry and emotionless, and he felt for him. He wondered if locking up like that was something he’d learned from Lex. He’d watched Lex do the very same thing when talking to his dad. He’d thought it was eerie when Lex had done it, and it was doubly eerie to hear Adam do it.
*So, after a while, I got really hungry. And tired. Too scared to sleep well, too cold, too hungry—too a lot of things. And I began to think maybe there was an easier way—*
“Easier?”
*I was fifteen. I was stupid. So, my first night out, I’m lurking in an alley, too scared to chance the corner, where I might possibly have actually been seen, and this car pulls up, this shiny, sexy black Porsche, screaming money…anyway, it was Lex. Damn lucky it wasn’t some…nut. Lex Luthor. He was my first…everything.*
Clark felt a little black shiver go through him… he was my first…everything.
“You were a virgin? Nobody—I thought maybe you ran away because…you know.”
*Oh. No, nothing so awful. They never ever did, no body did—I left because it was like I said, they didn’t care.*
“Yeah,” Clark said darkly. “I know how that is.”
Adam laughed bitterly and he sounded more like the Adam he’d first met. *No you don’t. You locking your parents out of your life and--and not existing for them at all, is a world of difference*
Clark doubted that. Besides, he wasn’t pushing them out of his life—they weren’t trying to stay in it. He tried to change the subject. “So, Lex found you, and what happened next?”
*What happened next was that he scared the living shit out of me, and then fucked me stupid.*
Clark was startled. That’s not how he pictured the two starting out. He’d seen it as…romantic, like that old movie. “He hurt you?”
*Yes. No. Both, kind of. It doesn’t matter how it started. He’s…he became everything to me. He helped me. In so many ways…*
“So, he sent you away to school?”
*Good for the both of us. He knew I needed distance to grow. He was smart about people. I got to be very smart about him.*
Clark could hear the smile in his voice, as Adam went on. *First, it was kind of a business deal, and it did give me direction in my life. And after a while, I guess I fell in love…even though he was already taken. He--* Clark waited but Adam was silent. When he did continue, his voice was a little shaky. *He never made a secret of his love for you, his wishing you could love him back.*
Clark closed his eyes and moved to curl on his side.
He want on, his voice strong again. *I used to call him. I liked calling him, reminding him that I was there, his…*
“Me too, I miss it a lot, talking about things with him. A whole lot.”
*Not...that way. Clark.*
Adam sounded amused, and kind of had that infuriating tone in his voice that made Clark feel stupid. “What?” he snapped.
*Different kind of talking, buddy…*
“Oh. Oh! You mean bad—um—racy….oh gosh…”
*Phone sex Clark. Have you ever heard of it?*
“Of course!” Clark squirmed uncomfortably on the bed. Just the thought of Lex on the phone, talking… “Like what? What did he say?” he hated that his voice sounded shaky, he felt himself flush in embarrassment.
*Lex? Lex listened. I told *him*—things.*
Clark’s voice dropped lower. “Oh, I see.” He wanted to hang up and think about that, maybe in the bathroom, or pull the covers over his head and think about it. Very hard.
*Clark? Are you…curious? Because it seems like you are…do you want to know? What we talked about?*
Adam’s voice curled around his ear and worked it’s way down the back of his neck, he felt warm, and a little silly but also kind of, kind of… “Unh. Yeah—yes.”
*Are you sure Clark? You know what it means that we did this.*
“I know what it means. I want to know. I can have that much at least.”
*Oh—Clark. I--All right. I’m going to call you Lex. Can…I want you to talk to me like you’re Lex okay? I’m calling you from school, because I’m dying to hear your voice. I need to hear it….
How was your day, Lex?*
Call me Lex? Clark shivered, moved so that he was flat on his back, and tried to think like Lex. He almost laughed. That was…impossible. “Oh. Ah—long. Long day. Boring. And ah,” he thought, “—my dad. You know.” Because he’d watched Lex’s face when he talked about his dad.
Deep, silky, warm…Adam’s voice stroked him. *Um. I know. You need to relax. Let me help you.*
“How—I mean. Okay, yes, relax.” His heart was pounding and he was starting to get hard.
*You’re in that big black leather chair at your desk, right, you’re facing the windows, the light is low—sun’s setting*
Clark nodded and remembered, “Yes. I—I’m there.”
*Close your eyes tilt your head back. What are you wearing?*
“Hunh,” Clark opened his eyes, looked down at flannel and denim, his cock outlined against the fabric. “I’m wearing a flannel shirt and….”
*No, you’re not, try again.*
“Oo-oh, ah…a shirt, um, maroon, and black pants, a suit.”
*Unbutton your shirt.*
Clark grabbed for the buttons on his flannel shirt, and began to pop them open.
*I’m standing next to you, and I reach for your shirt. Unbutton it…ummm. Touch your self, that’s my hand on your chest, rubbing your nipples. Feel it?*
“Unh-hunh.” Clark rubbed lightly, feeling vaguely foolish.
*Pinch. I’m pinching you hard, like you like it, now I’m leaning over and sucking your nipples, biting, just like you want it—just like it makes you groan, get hard…you like it when I’m rough there.*
Clark gasped and pinched himself hard, picturing Lex arching into his touch. He liked being bitten? Lex liked this? He pinched himself again, hard as he could, and his cock twitched…Lex…
*Undo your pants. I’m under the desk now; you’re watching me—through the glass top. Your knees are spread…*
Clark swallowed, undid his pants, pulled his legs up and slipped his pants down to his thighs. He spread his knees as far as possible.
*I’m pulling the zipper down, slow, tooth by tooth, touching you, I’m kissing your dick, through the cloth…feel it?*
“Oh, yeah…” Clark wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed himself.
*Lex, do you want me to suck you?*
“I--God, yeah…”
*Want me to lick you, taste you, pull you into my mouth, swallow you down ‘til your dick’s in my throat?*
Clark whined and bucked into his fist—he felt wild, reckless, he was about to come. He needed to come. “Yeah, yeah--”
*I can’t*
Clark stopped. “ Hunh? Why not?”
*Because you have to tell me. Give me permission, you know that.*
Clark pictured Lex looking at Adam’s flushed face, his wet, panting mouth, green eyes staring at him through the glass top, Adam between Lex’s spread legs, mouth hovering over his dick, licking…licking his lips…waiting, waiting….
“Suck me, now,” he growled, speeding up the stroke, harder, faster.
Adam groaned, a long quivering sound that skewered him, sent shock after shock through his gut, his cock…Clark let his voice drop lower, and tried to put everything he ever imagined about Lex into it. “Jerk yourself off and don’t come until I tell you to.”
Fuck! He heard Adam’s helpless cry, he could hear the liquid sound of Adam jerking himself off, and he quivered. His back, his ass--every muscle tightened, he arched off the bed when Adam breathed out, *Lex, Lex please, I have to—let me--*
The feeling started low in his gut, and spread, heat coiling outwards, coursing through his body, the bed shook and he jerked, his shoulders curled up from the bed. “Uh—come, come!”
Come shot up and spattered against his chest, his belly, his hand slipped in the warm fluid and distantly he heard himself moan, and heard also a faint moaning in his ear.
*God, oh—shit—oh fuck…*
Clark dropped back to the bed, drained, panting…. “Wow.” He heard a chuckle and blushed. “I said that out loud?”
*Um-hm. I have to agree. Wow. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Hey…you’re okay?*
Clark laughed softly. “Yeah, I guess I am. Good night…um, thanks?”
Adam laughed too, and hung up.
Clark wiped himself, and thought about Lex. Adam had really been in love with Lex, but he insisted over and over that Lex had loved Clark, wanted to be with Clark…how sad, he thought. Did it hurt him a little to call Clark Lex, to remember…Clark pushed at the thought but let it slide away. He was exhausted, warm and relaxed. Maybe he could sleep the whole night through for once.
continued in part 3
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Adam and Clark
Rating: 5
previous parts of Deal
Adam came to pick him up driving the Porsche Cabriolet, one of Lex’s favorites. One Clark had never ridden in before.
When he caught sight of the car roaring up the road and turning onto the gravel drive in a way that threw up long plumes of dust, his heart flipped and squeezed and for one senseless moment he *knew* Lex was alive, that his death was a mistake. The gray top was down, the silvery lavender body gleamed like a beacon in the bright sun, and Adam was staring at him.
Clark was furious—how dare he drive Lex’s car, how could he—he grit his teeth. Okay, okay…they belonged to Adam now. Everything was Adam’s. He might as well get used to it right now.
Adam hopped out of the car, almost as graceful as Lex. He made a face as soon as he saw Clark. “I know, I know—you hate seeing me in his car—but I can’t sell them, and I’m not touching more of his money than I have to. And…and besides, it makes me feel as if—he’s still here, somehow.”
Clark nodded. He got that. They climbed in the car, and Adam drove like--a maniac-- into the next town, they found a decent little diner, and stopped.
They said nothing to each other until the food had been ordered, and then Adam spoke.
“Everyone’s treating you like you’re some kind of whore, aren’t they?”
Clark blinked. Wow. Blunt, rude…he blushed and nodded. “Even my parents,” he said, bitterness making his voice rough.
Adam laughed harshly. “Yeah. Me too—which isn’t as bad for me, because I am a whore.”
Clark gaped at him. “What?”
“Lex called me his ward, but basically whore fit the bill. He gets so mad—used to get so mad when I said it---and really? I was the worlds crappiest whore anyway.” He bit off another harsh cough of a laugh.
Clark stared at him. “Lex did those things for you because of sex?” Clark felt his world shrinking, darkening….
Adam went on without noticing Clark’s distress. “No—no, not really. Not at all I guess. He tried to save me. That’s what it was. He picked me up, he fucked me, he fed me and then instead of kicking me back out on the street, he gave me a whole new life.” He looked down into his plate, his eyes swimming. “God, he was like a mother, father, a brother and lover wrapped up in one.”
Oh, that afternoon in town, that was why…Clark was almost sick with jealousy. He didn’t want to know about Adam, and Lex. But on the other hand, what Adam knew was all he’d have of Lex, so he just nodded and tried to look encouraging.
Lunch turned out to be kind of nice, and Adam wasn’t quite as enormous a dick as he’d imagined him to be. They didn’t talk much about Lex after Adam’s…confession. They ate, and talked about school, and Clark’s life on the farm. Everything but Lex, and what Adam did for him.
When he took him home, they made plans to lunch again soon. Clark watched the car drive off and went into the house. He ignored his mom and dad standing in the kitchen, waiting for him, he guessed. He went past them, up the stairs and they never said a word to him.
Days passed slowly unless he spent them with Adam. Whenever Adam had free time, Clark would meet him, at the castle, at the diner they first had lunch at, in Metropolis---a few times Adam picked him up from school. His parents let him go without question. They watched him leave and watched him come home and the look in their eyes was…fear. Clark wasn’t sure if they were afraid for him or of him and he didn’t want to know. He left his parents behind, and went on with his new life.
*****
“What was it like for you and Lex?”
*What do you mean?*
Clark shifted the phone to his other hand and stretched out on his bed. He had the door closed, locked and the player turned up to mask the sound of his parents moving around downstairs—he wanted to feel private, alone with someone who liked him. He went on, “I mean, you said some stuff before…about how he found you and…”
*Oh, you want to know about *that*.
He was quiet and Clark was afraid he’d overstepped. “Hey, I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”
*No, no, I’m just trying to figure out how to say it without sounding Lifetime Movie…I ran away from home—a foster home. The people there…didn’t care much. They got paid to warehouse us, not to love us, I guess. Long story short, I ended up on the street. It was not a good choice.*
He stopped and Clark waited. Adam’s voice was dry and emotionless, and he felt for him. He wondered if locking up like that was something he’d learned from Lex. He’d watched Lex do the very same thing when talking to his dad. He’d thought it was eerie when Lex had done it, and it was doubly eerie to hear Adam do it.
*So, after a while, I got really hungry. And tired. Too scared to sleep well, too cold, too hungry—too a lot of things. And I began to think maybe there was an easier way—*
“Easier?”
*I was fifteen. I was stupid. So, my first night out, I’m lurking in an alley, too scared to chance the corner, where I might possibly have actually been seen, and this car pulls up, this shiny, sexy black Porsche, screaming money…anyway, it was Lex. Damn lucky it wasn’t some…nut. Lex Luthor. He was my first…everything.*
Clark felt a little black shiver go through him… he was my first…everything.
“You were a virgin? Nobody—I thought maybe you ran away because…you know.”
*Oh. No, nothing so awful. They never ever did, no body did—I left because it was like I said, they didn’t care.*
“Yeah,” Clark said darkly. “I know how that is.”
Adam laughed bitterly and he sounded more like the Adam he’d first met. *No you don’t. You locking your parents out of your life and--and not existing for them at all, is a world of difference*
Clark doubted that. Besides, he wasn’t pushing them out of his life—they weren’t trying to stay in it. He tried to change the subject. “So, Lex found you, and what happened next?”
*What happened next was that he scared the living shit out of me, and then fucked me stupid.*
Clark was startled. That’s not how he pictured the two starting out. He’d seen it as…romantic, like that old movie. “He hurt you?”
*Yes. No. Both, kind of. It doesn’t matter how it started. He’s…he became everything to me. He helped me. In so many ways…*
“So, he sent you away to school?”
*Good for the both of us. He knew I needed distance to grow. He was smart about people. I got to be very smart about him.*
Clark could hear the smile in his voice, as Adam went on. *First, it was kind of a business deal, and it did give me direction in my life. And after a while, I guess I fell in love…even though he was already taken. He--* Clark waited but Adam was silent. When he did continue, his voice was a little shaky. *He never made a secret of his love for you, his wishing you could love him back.*
Clark closed his eyes and moved to curl on his side.
He want on, his voice strong again. *I used to call him. I liked calling him, reminding him that I was there, his…*
“Me too, I miss it a lot, talking about things with him. A whole lot.”
*Not...that way. Clark.*
Adam sounded amused, and kind of had that infuriating tone in his voice that made Clark feel stupid. “What?” he snapped.
*Different kind of talking, buddy…*
“Oh. Oh! You mean bad—um—racy….oh gosh…”
*Phone sex Clark. Have you ever heard of it?*
“Of course!” Clark squirmed uncomfortably on the bed. Just the thought of Lex on the phone, talking… “Like what? What did he say?” he hated that his voice sounded shaky, he felt himself flush in embarrassment.
*Lex? Lex listened. I told *him*—things.*
Clark’s voice dropped lower. “Oh, I see.” He wanted to hang up and think about that, maybe in the bathroom, or pull the covers over his head and think about it. Very hard.
*Clark? Are you…curious? Because it seems like you are…do you want to know? What we talked about?*
Adam’s voice curled around his ear and worked it’s way down the back of his neck, he felt warm, and a little silly but also kind of, kind of… “Unh. Yeah—yes.”
*Are you sure Clark? You know what it means that we did this.*
“I know what it means. I want to know. I can have that much at least.”
*Oh—Clark. I--All right. I’m going to call you Lex. Can…I want you to talk to me like you’re Lex okay? I’m calling you from school, because I’m dying to hear your voice. I need to hear it….
How was your day, Lex?*
Call me Lex? Clark shivered, moved so that he was flat on his back, and tried to think like Lex. He almost laughed. That was…impossible. “Oh. Ah—long. Long day. Boring. And ah,” he thought, “—my dad. You know.” Because he’d watched Lex’s face when he talked about his dad.
Deep, silky, warm…Adam’s voice stroked him. *Um. I know. You need to relax. Let me help you.*
“How—I mean. Okay, yes, relax.” His heart was pounding and he was starting to get hard.
*You’re in that big black leather chair at your desk, right, you’re facing the windows, the light is low—sun’s setting*
Clark nodded and remembered, “Yes. I—I’m there.”
*Close your eyes tilt your head back. What are you wearing?*
“Hunh,” Clark opened his eyes, looked down at flannel and denim, his cock outlined against the fabric. “I’m wearing a flannel shirt and….”
*No, you’re not, try again.*
“Oo-oh, ah…a shirt, um, maroon, and black pants, a suit.”
*Unbutton your shirt.*
Clark grabbed for the buttons on his flannel shirt, and began to pop them open.
*I’m standing next to you, and I reach for your shirt. Unbutton it…ummm. Touch your self, that’s my hand on your chest, rubbing your nipples. Feel it?*
“Unh-hunh.” Clark rubbed lightly, feeling vaguely foolish.
*Pinch. I’m pinching you hard, like you like it, now I’m leaning over and sucking your nipples, biting, just like you want it—just like it makes you groan, get hard…you like it when I’m rough there.*
Clark gasped and pinched himself hard, picturing Lex arching into his touch. He liked being bitten? Lex liked this? He pinched himself again, hard as he could, and his cock twitched…Lex…
*Undo your pants. I’m under the desk now; you’re watching me—through the glass top. Your knees are spread…*
Clark swallowed, undid his pants, pulled his legs up and slipped his pants down to his thighs. He spread his knees as far as possible.
*I’m pulling the zipper down, slow, tooth by tooth, touching you, I’m kissing your dick, through the cloth…feel it?*
“Oh, yeah…” Clark wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed himself.
*Lex, do you want me to suck you?*
“I--God, yeah…”
*Want me to lick you, taste you, pull you into my mouth, swallow you down ‘til your dick’s in my throat?*
Clark whined and bucked into his fist—he felt wild, reckless, he was about to come. He needed to come. “Yeah, yeah--”
*I can’t*
Clark stopped. “ Hunh? Why not?”
*Because you have to tell me. Give me permission, you know that.*
Clark pictured Lex looking at Adam’s flushed face, his wet, panting mouth, green eyes staring at him through the glass top, Adam between Lex’s spread legs, mouth hovering over his dick, licking…licking his lips…waiting, waiting….
“Suck me, now,” he growled, speeding up the stroke, harder, faster.
Adam groaned, a long quivering sound that skewered him, sent shock after shock through his gut, his cock…Clark let his voice drop lower, and tried to put everything he ever imagined about Lex into it. “Jerk yourself off and don’t come until I tell you to.”
Fuck! He heard Adam’s helpless cry, he could hear the liquid sound of Adam jerking himself off, and he quivered. His back, his ass--every muscle tightened, he arched off the bed when Adam breathed out, *Lex, Lex please, I have to—let me--*
The feeling started low in his gut, and spread, heat coiling outwards, coursing through his body, the bed shook and he jerked, his shoulders curled up from the bed. “Uh—come, come!”
Come shot up and spattered against his chest, his belly, his hand slipped in the warm fluid and distantly he heard himself moan, and heard also a faint moaning in his ear.
*God, oh—shit—oh fuck…*
Clark dropped back to the bed, drained, panting…. “Wow.” He heard a chuckle and blushed. “I said that out loud?”
*Um-hm. I have to agree. Wow. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Hey…you’re okay?*
Clark laughed softly. “Yeah, I guess I am. Good night…um, thanks?”
Adam laughed too, and hung up.
Clark wiped himself, and thought about Lex. Adam had really been in love with Lex, but he insisted over and over that Lex had loved Clark, wanted to be with Clark…how sad, he thought. Did it hurt him a little to call Clark Lex, to remember…Clark pushed at the thought but let it slide away. He was exhausted, warm and relaxed. Maybe he could sleep the whole night through for once.
continued in part 3
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