SV fic post: All Yours (part 1)
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roxyTitle: ? nothing yet besides talky little hookerfic
Fandom: SV! YAY!!
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:so far? PG
Summary: Lex picks up a hooker…what else is there to say? :)
Part 1 of maybe 3
Oooo, okay this was supposed to be my Christmas story but as you can see, it is late. But! I am thrilled that Lex decided to talk to me, even if Clark didn't. *pout*
If you read it, please let me know—I won’t even front, I need the ego boo. *roxy be showing the age*
Lex wasn't really surprised that Gotham hadn't changed much since the last time he'd been there…it was only three years past, cities didn’t change that much but….
He had no idea where to go, really, and no one to go there with. He admitted, he was feeling a little sorry for himself. It was Christmas, or nearly so, and Dad was gone…well, that was kind of a gift to be treasured, wasn't it? Still…he was rich and not bad looking and he knew that people enjoyed fucking him, he made it his business that they would and yet, here he was alone. Again. He sighed. He really needed to figure out just how to get past fucking and into relationship…but then again that sort of thing demanded time, and that was something he'd always been sure he had little of….
He inhaled, exhaled--in with the good air, out with the whining and self-pity…and God, years later and Gotham still stank. Come to think of it, last time he'd been here, he'd been alone. Ran away to Gotham. Lex smirked, he'd run away from Lionel Luthor, who flew back and forth around the *globe* like he was going to pick up a paper at the corner and he'd…he'd run…Lex laughed…all the way to *Gotham* to try and get away from his dad.
Idiot.
He walked along the dark sidewalk, just a short jog from the parking lot to the club, and his mind wandered back to that time. Dad had found him pretty quickly but than again, he had left a pretty big damn wake in passing, hadn't he?
Lots of Luthor money had greased lots of palms in those days. Lex figured it had to count in the good column that he'd made it possible for lots of families to have an even Merrier Christmas that particular year….Lex was willing to bet some broken bones had also been involved. He licked the little slick place on his upper lip. He'd been so fucked up, so incredibly fucked up he hadn't even been sure, when Dad broke in the room, where he'd been. He'd just woken up in some hotel, some room somewhere plastered over with lots of glitter and gold. He'd been happy and then suddenly there he was, Daddy Luthor, in all his majestic fury, dripping contempt. He remembered sort of saying something doing something and Dad really hadn't liked it, whatever it was. He licked his lip and nibbled at the slightly off center dip of his upper lip. Memories were vastly overrated. Thank God he remembered so little of the good old days.
He planned to build memories to forget tonight.
******
Sweat made his shirt cling to him uncomfortably. Sweat ran down his scalp, his neck, curved over his ribs. Sweat made his cologne stronger, sweat made his skin too slick to hold onto. He liked that. At the moment, he was sliding up and down the length of a very, very hot guy, tall and blonde and as far as Lex could tell, big. In a moment, he was going to find out if he was circumcised…
Lex blinked. Blinked again and thought, "Hunh." He had no idea what he was doing in his car, shirt open and pants unzipped and his dick half out. He jerked, reflex made him pat himself down, reach for his wallet—still there. Keys in the ignition…he flipped out his wallet. Card still there, a few hundreds tucked in behind it. Small blessings….
Okay. His head dropped back against the headrest, he tilted his hips and zipped up. The space behind his eyes was filled with throbbing pain, his mouth was desert dry, but he was together enough to drive, thank God. He was about to do just that when someone tapped on the window. Shadows made it hard to see, but his first impression was of lips, deep pink, plush, and even fucked up as he was, imagining the head of his dick resting in that rosy lower lip made him groan. Light shifted and now he could see big green eyes and lashes, long, black…a big hand tapped against the glass. It took Lex a moment to process that tapping meant 'roll the window down'. Why not?
He cracked the window a bit—he still had some small vestige of self-preservation trying to do its job. The guy, it was a guy, smiled, and spoke into the crack. "Hey. Are you okay? You looked a little…out of it."
Lex blinked. An angel was smiling sweetly at him, and Lex wondered if he was still asleep and dreaming…and then he remembered he was under an elevated roadway, zoned out in a dark parking lot behind some club. Not exactly the kind of place one ran into 'angels'. "You were concerned?" Lex asked with the appropriate amount of disbelief and sarcasm.
The guy looked kind of put out, and Lex thought he'd be happy pissing him off all night to get that pout…or maybe this was a Christmas miracle and the guy would want to fuck him—hell, he'd be thrilled just to touch him. Lex wondered desperately about his sanity as his mind gave him a quick little porn movie starring the stranger touching himself…what the fuck had he taken this evening…?
"Yes. I was."
The guy was looking him over like he was worried he'd need to contact next of kin…Lex wondered just how trashed he looked. "My hero."
Now the guy looked annoyed and Lex could already see himself being dismissed and it pissed him off, that's all it did, made him angry and didn't bring back echoes of Excelsior and—and—
"So, what are you doing out here, partying, or—no, wait, let me guess--working?" He sneered, raised an eyebrow and felt some satisfaction when he saw his barb hit home. He was right—the guy was a hustler. Lex smiled, even though it didn't feel as good as it should have. After all, all he had to do now was set price and he'd have what he wanted.
The sweetness he'd thought he'd seen in the guy's face was an illusion. The guy smiled, all steel and ice--assessing, like a pro. "Working," he sneered right back and straightened, leaned his hips against—*fuck!*--the window. He rubbed against the glass just once and Lex could feel himself twitch. The guy pressed his palms against the top of the car, his hips moved lazily from side to side and Lex flushed, thinking of that movement against him. The guy looked down into the car and asked, "What are you doing out here? Partying or…." His voice dropped, and his eyes lowered. The tip of his tongue danced over his full lower lip. Lex took a shaky breath. Damn this guy was *good* at his job. Lex could respect that…maybe more, after he'd fucked him.
"Get in."
"Are you kidding? Number one rule, I don't go for rides and two, I don't fuck in the street. I'm willing to make an exception for you and do you here but--"
Lex felt a bubble of amusement well up and cling in his throat. A hooker with rules? Sure…"Well, fuck, how do you make a living then?" He narrowed his eyes at the guy who was trying to force his rules on him. "What's the most you made in one night?"
"The most?" Green eyes narrowed quickly in a way that if Lex was completely sober, might have made him hesitate.
"Because I'll double it—triple it," he said quickly, when the guy looked doubtful. "Come back to my place, and I'll make it so worth your while."
Hookerguy stared down into the car, face as blank as an unmarked slate…and then smiled and Lex felt his heart flip over. Son-of-a-bitch, he *needed* to fuck this guy. No fucking body could be that perfect. Needed to fuck him and put this weird thing out of his mind….
Lex rolled the window all the way down, reached out and hooked a couple of fingers into the guy's pocket. "Come with me." He angled his grip and slid his thumb over a sizable bulge. "I promise, I won't hurt you."
The guy laughed and Lex glared at him. "Sorry, that's just not something I worry about."
"Fine, so you think you're Jet Li or whatever. You coming or not?"
He bit his lip and Lex had a flash of being jealous of—of—the guy's teeth--shit, he had no idea what was going on, he just wanted his turn to do that.
"Okay," HookerGuy said. He sounded thoughtful, a little hesitant. If Lex hadn't known what his business was, he'd of thought he sounded almost shy. "We can…" He glanced over his shoulder, and bit his lip again. "Okay. Wherever. For triple my usual." He looked a little defiant and strangely, a little proud.
Lex laughed. Triple like it was a big deal…it was highly unlikely the kid was going to break him. He relaxed against his seat, and giggled into his collar as he started the car. Triple…probably meant seventy-five whole dollars….
part two
TBC
Fandom: SV! YAY!!
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:so far? PG
Summary: Lex picks up a hooker…what else is there to say? :)
Part 1 of maybe 3
Oooo, okay this was supposed to be my Christmas story but as you can see, it is late. But! I am thrilled that Lex decided to talk to me, even if Clark didn't. *pout*
If you read it, please let me know—I won’t even front, I need the ego boo. *roxy be showing the age*
Lex wasn't really surprised that Gotham hadn't changed much since the last time he'd been there…it was only three years past, cities didn’t change that much but….
He had no idea where to go, really, and no one to go there with. He admitted, he was feeling a little sorry for himself. It was Christmas, or nearly so, and Dad was gone…well, that was kind of a gift to be treasured, wasn't it? Still…he was rich and not bad looking and he knew that people enjoyed fucking him, he made it his business that they would and yet, here he was alone. Again. He sighed. He really needed to figure out just how to get past fucking and into relationship…but then again that sort of thing demanded time, and that was something he'd always been sure he had little of….
He inhaled, exhaled--in with the good air, out with the whining and self-pity…and God, years later and Gotham still stank. Come to think of it, last time he'd been here, he'd been alone. Ran away to Gotham. Lex smirked, he'd run away from Lionel Luthor, who flew back and forth around the *globe* like he was going to pick up a paper at the corner and he'd…he'd run…Lex laughed…all the way to *Gotham* to try and get away from his dad.
Idiot.
He walked along the dark sidewalk, just a short jog from the parking lot to the club, and his mind wandered back to that time. Dad had found him pretty quickly but than again, he had left a pretty big damn wake in passing, hadn't he?
Lots of Luthor money had greased lots of palms in those days. Lex figured it had to count in the good column that he'd made it possible for lots of families to have an even Merrier Christmas that particular year….Lex was willing to bet some broken bones had also been involved. He licked the little slick place on his upper lip. He'd been so fucked up, so incredibly fucked up he hadn't even been sure, when Dad broke in the room, where he'd been. He'd just woken up in some hotel, some room somewhere plastered over with lots of glitter and gold. He'd been happy and then suddenly there he was, Daddy Luthor, in all his majestic fury, dripping contempt. He remembered sort of saying something doing something and Dad really hadn't liked it, whatever it was. He licked his lip and nibbled at the slightly off center dip of his upper lip. Memories were vastly overrated. Thank God he remembered so little of the good old days.
He planned to build memories to forget tonight.
Sweat made his shirt cling to him uncomfortably. Sweat ran down his scalp, his neck, curved over his ribs. Sweat made his cologne stronger, sweat made his skin too slick to hold onto. He liked that. At the moment, he was sliding up and down the length of a very, very hot guy, tall and blonde and as far as Lex could tell, big. In a moment, he was going to find out if he was circumcised…
Lex blinked. Blinked again and thought, "Hunh." He had no idea what he was doing in his car, shirt open and pants unzipped and his dick half out. He jerked, reflex made him pat himself down, reach for his wallet—still there. Keys in the ignition…he flipped out his wallet. Card still there, a few hundreds tucked in behind it. Small blessings….
Okay. His head dropped back against the headrest, he tilted his hips and zipped up. The space behind his eyes was filled with throbbing pain, his mouth was desert dry, but he was together enough to drive, thank God. He was about to do just that when someone tapped on the window. Shadows made it hard to see, but his first impression was of lips, deep pink, plush, and even fucked up as he was, imagining the head of his dick resting in that rosy lower lip made him groan. Light shifted and now he could see big green eyes and lashes, long, black…a big hand tapped against the glass. It took Lex a moment to process that tapping meant 'roll the window down'. Why not?
He cracked the window a bit—he still had some small vestige of self-preservation trying to do its job. The guy, it was a guy, smiled, and spoke into the crack. "Hey. Are you okay? You looked a little…out of it."
Lex blinked. An angel was smiling sweetly at him, and Lex wondered if he was still asleep and dreaming…and then he remembered he was under an elevated roadway, zoned out in a dark parking lot behind some club. Not exactly the kind of place one ran into 'angels'. "You were concerned?" Lex asked with the appropriate amount of disbelief and sarcasm.
The guy looked kind of put out, and Lex thought he'd be happy pissing him off all night to get that pout…or maybe this was a Christmas miracle and the guy would want to fuck him—hell, he'd be thrilled just to touch him. Lex wondered desperately about his sanity as his mind gave him a quick little porn movie starring the stranger touching himself…what the fuck had he taken this evening…?
"Yes. I was."
The guy was looking him over like he was worried he'd need to contact next of kin…Lex wondered just how trashed he looked. "My hero."
Now the guy looked annoyed and Lex could already see himself being dismissed and it pissed him off, that's all it did, made him angry and didn't bring back echoes of Excelsior and—and—
"So, what are you doing out here, partying, or—no, wait, let me guess--working?" He sneered, raised an eyebrow and felt some satisfaction when he saw his barb hit home. He was right—the guy was a hustler. Lex smiled, even though it didn't feel as good as it should have. After all, all he had to do now was set price and he'd have what he wanted.
The sweetness he'd thought he'd seen in the guy's face was an illusion. The guy smiled, all steel and ice--assessing, like a pro. "Working," he sneered right back and straightened, leaned his hips against—*fuck!*--the window. He rubbed against the glass just once and Lex could feel himself twitch. The guy pressed his palms against the top of the car, his hips moved lazily from side to side and Lex flushed, thinking of that movement against him. The guy looked down into the car and asked, "What are you doing out here? Partying or…." His voice dropped, and his eyes lowered. The tip of his tongue danced over his full lower lip. Lex took a shaky breath. Damn this guy was *good* at his job. Lex could respect that…maybe more, after he'd fucked him.
"Get in."
"Are you kidding? Number one rule, I don't go for rides and two, I don't fuck in the street. I'm willing to make an exception for you and do you here but--"
Lex felt a bubble of amusement well up and cling in his throat. A hooker with rules? Sure…"Well, fuck, how do you make a living then?" He narrowed his eyes at the guy who was trying to force his rules on him. "What's the most you made in one night?"
"The most?" Green eyes narrowed quickly in a way that if Lex was completely sober, might have made him hesitate.
"Because I'll double it—triple it," he said quickly, when the guy looked doubtful. "Come back to my place, and I'll make it so worth your while."
Hookerguy stared down into the car, face as blank as an unmarked slate…and then smiled and Lex felt his heart flip over. Son-of-a-bitch, he *needed* to fuck this guy. No fucking body could be that perfect. Needed to fuck him and put this weird thing out of his mind….
Lex rolled the window all the way down, reached out and hooked a couple of fingers into the guy's pocket. "Come with me." He angled his grip and slid his thumb over a sizable bulge. "I promise, I won't hurt you."
The guy laughed and Lex glared at him. "Sorry, that's just not something I worry about."
"Fine, so you think you're Jet Li or whatever. You coming or not?"
He bit his lip and Lex had a flash of being jealous of—of—the guy's teeth--shit, he had no idea what was going on, he just wanted his turn to do that.
"Okay," HookerGuy said. He sounded thoughtful, a little hesitant. If Lex hadn't known what his business was, he'd of thought he sounded almost shy. "We can…" He glanced over his shoulder, and bit his lip again. "Okay. Wherever. For triple my usual." He looked a little defiant and strangely, a little proud.
Lex laughed. Triple like it was a big deal…it was highly unlikely the kid was going to break him. He relaxed against his seat, and giggled into his collar as he started the car. Triple…probably meant seventy-five whole dollars….
part two
TBC
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12/30/08 03:20 am (UTC)It's finally here and it's totally worth the wait!
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12/30/08 09:58 pm (UTC)I'm thinking that triple rate is going to be a bit more than Lex is counting on...*g*
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12/30/08 03:23 am (UTC)Okay, make that patiently. *grin*
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12/30/08 03:24 am (UTC)I also like the bit at the beginning, with the scar and the implication around how he got it and the description of it. Just awesome.
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12/30/08 10:04 pm (UTC)*yes--I beat out the knife set! woo-hoo!!*
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12/30/08 04:12 am (UTC)*twirls you*
I luff, of course.
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12/30/08 04:16 am (UTC)ROXY CLEX FIC!!! I is happy now! :D
heheheh I have a feeling Lex will be in for a surprise when he hears Clark's price. lol
And damn! Lex's reactions to Clark! Make me want to scrounge up as much money as I can for him. lol
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12/30/08 05:14 am (UTC)Continue! Continue!
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12/30/08 10:44 pm (UTC)Thank you, cutie pie!
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12/30/08 02:37 pm (UTC)No title?
I suck at titles, personally. I wish I could give you a suggestion...
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12/30/08 10:51 pm (UTC)Yes.
*GRIN*
Story is what happens in the mind of the reader! :)
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12/30/08 03:33 pm (UTC)*rushes off to read*
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12/30/08 10:54 pm (UTC)Thanks--I'm working on this thing almost non-stop. Feels good to have a little Clex pop up.
*blink* And that reeeeeally sounds bad...:)
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12/30/08 10:55 pm (UTC)Oy...what a *lovely* icon!