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scribblinlenore) wrote2003-07-17 03:53 pm
scribblinlenore) wrote2003-07-17 03:53 pm
More Hooker!Clark
Just a short scene. Work has been hectic and disheartening today. Don't they know I'm trying to write smut over here! Anyway, here it is...
Clark stretched out his long legs in the passenger seat of the Ferrari, and it took all of Lex's vaunted discipline to keep his attention on the road. Clark had acquired a shirt somewhere between the alley and the parking lot, a dark blue silk number, but he'd left it unbuttoned, his chest temptingly displayed. Ferraris were intimate cars, and Lex was profoundly aware of Clark's presence, his scent, his heat. It took the thought of crashing and burning and never getting to touch all that golden skin to watch the road and not the boy sitting next to him.
Clark, however, seemed far less concerned about safety. He put his hand on Lex's thigh and started to stroke and knead.
"We were going to talk money first," Lex blurted out, his voice cracking a little, much to his embarrassment. He'd been hard since he'd watched Clark dance, and every touch of that large, strong hand on his leg went straight to his cock, arousing and distracting him.
"Mmm," Clark said, non-commitally. He expanded his explorations, tracing the outline of Lex's eager cock with his finger.
"Clark!" Lex said sharply. "Not while I'm driving."
"No?" Clark's expression was wide-eyed and innocent, even as he cupped Lex's crotch, fondling him through his pants.
Lex was beginning to suspect Clark's charming naivete might well be the biggest hustle going. But he couldn't quite bring himself to care, not when everything the boy did to him made him feel like he was coming apart at the seams, in the best possible way.
Clark leaned in, kissed behind his ear. "I don't think you really want me to stop."
"Wouldn't it be a good idea to reach a financial agreement before--"
Making me come in my pants was what sprang to mind, but he chose not to say it.
Clark mouthed his ear lobe. "I know you're good for it."
It took every ounce of discipline Lex had not to tremble at the sensation of Clark's warm breath against his skin. "A thousand a week," Lex said. Clark made a soft noise as he kissed Lex's neck that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. "A thousand dollars a week to live in a luxury penthouse and wear the finest clothes and dine out at the best restaurants is really not such a bad deal--"
Clark licked along his jaw line, and Lex sucked in his breath. "Okay," he said, shakily. "Two thousand." Keeping the car off the sidewalk was becoming something of a challenge.
"Mmmm," Clark murmured, burying his face in the curve of Lex's neck, pressing the heel of his palm into Lex's crotch.
"Three thousand." It came out as a high-pitched squeak.
Thank God his apartment building was finally in sight. If this trip wasn't over soon, either they were going to end up wrapped around a telephone pole, or he was going to offer Clark his whole damned stock portfolio just to keep that talented hand on his dick.
He pulled into the circular drive and parked in front of the door. "Well?" he asked.
Clark took his face in his hands and kissed him deeply. "Three thousand a week sounds fine, Lex." He smiled sweetly and bounded out of the car, like an overgrown puppy.
Lex sighed, got out, and handed the keys to the valet. He had the definite feeling he'd just been outmaneuvered by a teenager. Clark flashed him another brilliant smile, before heading inside through the sliding glass doors. Lex hung back, letting Clark go ahead, enjoying the fine view of Clark's shapely ass in his low-slung leather pants.
Suddenly, three thousand dollars a week seemed like the deal of the century.
Clark stretched out his long legs in the passenger seat of the Ferrari, and it took all of Lex's vaunted discipline to keep his attention on the road. Clark had acquired a shirt somewhere between the alley and the parking lot, a dark blue silk number, but he'd left it unbuttoned, his chest temptingly displayed. Ferraris were intimate cars, and Lex was profoundly aware of Clark's presence, his scent, his heat. It took the thought of crashing and burning and never getting to touch all that golden skin to watch the road and not the boy sitting next to him.
Clark, however, seemed far less concerned about safety. He put his hand on Lex's thigh and started to stroke and knead.
"We were going to talk money first," Lex blurted out, his voice cracking a little, much to his embarrassment. He'd been hard since he'd watched Clark dance, and every touch of that large, strong hand on his leg went straight to his cock, arousing and distracting him.
"Mmm," Clark said, non-commitally. He expanded his explorations, tracing the outline of Lex's eager cock with his finger.
"Clark!" Lex said sharply. "Not while I'm driving."
"No?" Clark's expression was wide-eyed and innocent, even as he cupped Lex's crotch, fondling him through his pants.
Lex was beginning to suspect Clark's charming naivete might well be the biggest hustle going. But he couldn't quite bring himself to care, not when everything the boy did to him made him feel like he was coming apart at the seams, in the best possible way.
Clark leaned in, kissed behind his ear. "I don't think you really want me to stop."
"Wouldn't it be a good idea to reach a financial agreement before--"
Making me come in my pants was what sprang to mind, but he chose not to say it.
Clark mouthed his ear lobe. "I know you're good for it."
It took every ounce of discipline Lex had not to tremble at the sensation of Clark's warm breath against his skin. "A thousand a week," Lex said. Clark made a soft noise as he kissed Lex's neck that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. "A thousand dollars a week to live in a luxury penthouse and wear the finest clothes and dine out at the best restaurants is really not such a bad deal--"
Clark licked along his jaw line, and Lex sucked in his breath. "Okay," he said, shakily. "Two thousand." Keeping the car off the sidewalk was becoming something of a challenge.
"Mmmm," Clark murmured, burying his face in the curve of Lex's neck, pressing the heel of his palm into Lex's crotch.
"Three thousand." It came out as a high-pitched squeak.
Thank God his apartment building was finally in sight. If this trip wasn't over soon, either they were going to end up wrapped around a telephone pole, or he was going to offer Clark his whole damned stock portfolio just to keep that talented hand on his dick.
He pulled into the circular drive and parked in front of the door. "Well?" he asked.
Clark took his face in his hands and kissed him deeply. "Three thousand a week sounds fine, Lex." He smiled sweetly and bounded out of the car, like an overgrown puppy.
Lex sighed, got out, and handed the keys to the valet. He had the definite feeling he'd just been outmaneuvered by a teenager. Clark flashed him another brilliant smile, before heading inside through the sliding glass doors. Lex hung back, letting Clark go ahead, enjoying the fine view of Clark's shapely ass in his low-slung leather pants.
Suddenly, three thousand dollars a week seemed like the deal of the century.
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