sv fic post: East of the Sun part 23

[roxy]

Title: East of the Sun

Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/quite a few people, eventually clex of course

Rating:nc-17
Word Count:1591

Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: my version of the swing era. Sure, it's weird—it's me!



Many, many thanks to danceswithgary who works so hard to help make this readable, and for the beautiful cover!






"So…sit. Drink." Mahaney jerked his chin at the glass in front of Alex, and out of nerves Alex grabbed it, drank a little too quickly. It was a pretty good scotch--it hit him hard and he coughed. Wade drew a perfectly manicured finger across his upper lip and chuckled.

They were in his suite, sitting together at a table that had been set up for a late supper. The Luxor's colors, burgundy and gold, dominated the suite, were worked in the drapes hung at the windows and the linens that covered the table. Mahaney's suite was nearly as grand as some of the ones Alex remembered from his childhood. He glanced around as he sipped carefully at the scotch, remembering a time when luxury like this was something to be taken for granted. Wade watched him with a little smirk. He seemed to know that Alex was thinking of by-gone days.

"I know your old man," he said, and Alex stiffened. He set the glass down and traced a line of gold in a burgundy napkin.

"Oh? Do you?"

There was a knock at the door of the suite, and it opened to a bellhop, pushing a room service cart to their table. There were covered serving dishes and he set them down, darting nervous looks at Wade as he presented the meal. "Go," he said, and the guy nearly ran. The door shut, and Wade attacked the steak in front of him and continued speaking. "Yeah. I know him. Know about your family."

Alex wrinkled his brows, poked at the bloody steak. "Dad's family? What's to know? They died when he was a kid. Sad story, left him rich."

Wade grinned and shoved a forkful of meat into his mouth. "Eat. This is good food, they make it for me special--don't waste it."

Alex grimaced. "I don’t eat this much in the evening—"

"Yeah, well, tonight you do." Wade said and smiled into Alex's eyes, and Alex…shivered. Cut a sliver of dripping meat and chewed. "Good boy," Wade said. "So, yeah, your grandparents. My boss knew them pretty damn well. Knew your dad real well, too. Him and your dad, they were like—close."

Alex looked confused. "He…he never mentioned that he knew…."

"Old shit, who cares," Wade mumbled. "Anyway, they were closer than asshole and dick, and Mr. Morgan wanted to do something to help your dad, so he planned to kill your grandparents."

"Oh for—my grandparents died in a car accident in Paris. Everybody knows that. What are you trying to pull?"

Wade leaned back from the table and wiped his mouth. "Everybody knows, hunh? Yeah, everybody knows that Lionel Luthor comes from a long line of Luthors that were rich as shit and lived on the continent, and he was educated in Harvard, and whatever else fucking fairy college there is—but the facts are this, Jack—money can buy anything. Your dad's story is bunk. Your grandparents didn't die in some flash car in Paris. Shit, your grands were a pair of boozehounds, so pickled in the shit that they thought your dad was a punching bag. According to the boss, they beat him like a body bag, plus sold him to whoever had the cash to buy more booze. When your old man got tired of that, him and the boss burned the tenement down--after he'd John Hancocked a hefty life insurance policy on the old drunks."

"You're lying."

"Ask yourself—after what he did to you, and what he had done to that teacher guy, you remember--does that really seem like a stretch for the old bastard?"

"Shut the fuck up," Alex hissed, "You don’t know anything about that."

Wade laughed. "I know everything about that. I cut my teeth on stories like those, boy. Pillow talk, if you get my meaning. We're not so different as all that, are we?" He smirked at Alex's outraged look. "I'm telling you this because you should know…plus, maybe you want to keep an eye on your brother. See, we can help each other. I'm not an unreasonable man. You should get something out of this, too."

"Julian? What do you mean keep an eye on Julian? What's happening--is he safe, happy? Dad's not…hurting him, is he?" He remembered the beatings he'd gotten, but he'd been sure Dad would never hurt Julian like that. His baby brother had too much of their mother in him, and Lionel had loved his wife….

"All I meant was I know you've got no contact—the old man don't allow it. But I think maybe your brother might want to talk to you."

"You're right." Alex agreed. "My father would never allow it—"

Wade smiled. "Tell you what, I'll tell Julian next time I see him, you're thinking of him."

"The next time…you see him?"

"Sure. I go with Mr. Edge to all the social functions. I watch his back. Sometimes, I see that poor kid. Hates those things. He hides in the coatrooms...you know that? Pretty kid…."

Alex felt a sharp stab in his chest. Sure, he would be….

"Yeah. Real pretty. I might have to follow him one night. Help him kill some time."

"You keep the fuck away from him."

Wade shrugged. "I do what I want, but I can be convinced. You think you can convince me?"

"If I do, will you bring Julian a letter? The next time you get a chance to see him. I'll…be grateful."

"Sure you will. Now, how 'bout you show me how grateful you are?" Wade pushed back from the table, and spread his legs. "Come on."

Alex swallowed and dropped to his knees. He looked up at Wade. "You won't hurt them? Either of them? Chloe or Julian?"

Wade face was flushed, and his voice was rough. He was already hard. "Suck me first, and I'll let you know."

Alex took a shallow breath and opened the trouser waistband. He leaned forward and, when Wade encouraged him, kissed the pale skin revealed. He'd make it good—he'd better. He reached for the first button of the fly. Each little button undone made the man breath harder, his cock twitched against the cotton revealed as Alex unbuttoned one after the other, slowly, rubbing his knuckles against the swollen length. He leaned over and tongued the cotton, and Wade hissed. "Bitch…." He thrust up, and Alex took the hint, pulled the wool trousers down. Wade was hard and wet, his thick cock stood up from the slit in the damp boxers. He reached out and pulled Alex's head into his lap….

Wade smelled—barely—like soap, something expensive, and even more faintly of roses. He smelled like nothing, he tasted like nothing. Alex licked into the crease of his thigh, and Wade growled, "All right, all right. Get to it."

Fine. He opened his mouth and sank down on the jerking cock, let it slide across his tongue. Wade moaned, "Okay, okay, that's—that's—" Wade shoved hard and his cock punched against the back of Alex's throat, and it took everything he had not to choke. Wade palmed the back of his head, and shoved in again—this time, Alex took the hint, and gagged, choked, and tried to pull back...because that's what Wade wanted. He was right—his cock swelled in his throat, and Alex felt sick. He'd trapped himself—too smart for his own good by far. He imagined Chloe going through this and shivered. He'd rather take this---he could handle it. He was sure he could. Wade pulled him forward and fucked hard and fast, and Alex groaned and twisted, saliva wetting his chin, soaking the white cotton boxers still around Wade's waist. Alex closed his eyes and desperately hoped Wade wouldn't want anything else—hoped he wouldn't require him to be aroused. Wade groaned loudly, lifted from the chair and gripped Alex by both ears—he shoved in as far as he could go, and Alex was thankful for small favors, he wouldn’t taste anything. Wade came in hot spurts that seemed to last forever, and Alex was desperate for breath by the time Wade dropped back to the chair and let him pull away.

Wade smiled. "You're okay. You have a phone?"

Alex shook his head, his mouth and throat too raw to even attempt to speak. He ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth, and the sensation was almost like biting down on a gum wrapper—metallic and unpleasantly sharp.

Wade stood. "I'm gonna take a shower." He put a couple of sawbucks on the table. "Get a phone. Can’t have you standing around in the lobby waiting for my calls like some two-bit hooker. I'm driving Mr. Edge to the Metropolis Widows and Orphans Relief Ball next week. If you want, I'll take a letter to the kid. You done good."

Alex leaned back on his heels. He nodded, deliberately not touching his burning ears and scalp, and Wade chuckled. "Next time you come here, we'll see about having some real fun."

He walked out of the room and, as Alex was putting on his overcoat, the wall of muscle was back. He walked Alex to the elevator and, when the car opened to their floor, he said, "Mr. Mahaney says your time's your own until he calls."

The doors shut, and on the ride down to the lobby, Alex had plenty of time to think about how terrible a mistake he'd made.


TBC

part 24

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[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

How do you always make my stuff sound so much more exciting than it is? *HUGS* Thanks so much for reading!

So, yes, Wade knows everything about Alex, and Alex knows nothing about him or Edge, beyond what folks on the street know. If he really knew about him, he might not have stepped in. Yep, Alex and Reggie! I never had their story in my mind as nice or romantic at all.