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scribblinlenore) wrote2003-07-18 09:40 pm
scribblinlenore) wrote2003-07-18 09:40 pm
Hooker!Clark, part 3
The cliche-a-thon continues! Here's the next installment of my Hooker!Clark story that still doesn't have a title...
On the way up to the penthouse, Lex gave himself a mental talking-to. He was an experienced veteran of Metropolis' nightlife, a successful businessman and a Luthor, for God's sake. There was no excuse for allowing himself to be played by a teenaged hustler. Still, it wasn't too late to take back control of the situation. He was the one who'd be writing out those three thousand dollar checks, and so he was the one calling the shots. It was time to make that clear to the boy.
His plan to demonstrate who was boss hit a little snag, though, when he closed the door to the apartment, and the kid set on him like some ravenous wild thing, pushing him back against the wall, pressing their bodies together, rubbing his hard-on against Lex's thigh.
"Shit!" Lex swore softly.
"Mmmm." The boy licked a hot swipe up the side of Lex's neck, making Lex even harder than he had been before, something he would not have thought was possible.
The boy slowly dropped to his knees, caressing Lex with his body as he went. He pressed his nose against the bulge in Lex's pants, breathing him in. "I could smell you in the car." He mouthed Lex's erection through the fabric. "Mmm. So good. So hot."
Lex sucked in his breath. "God."
The boy smiled, lowered his zipper, took out his cock, and then Lex lost the ability to speak altogether. Because research was one thing, but experience was something else entirely. Watching the kid suck Tyson in no way prepared him for the reality of having that pretty, talented mouth wrapped around his own dick. Wet heat, soft lips, wicked tongue, and the kid was making these little yummy noises like going down on Lex was better than ice cream. Lex closed his eyes and made some noises of his own, so pitifully needy he was sure he'd be embarrassed about it later. Not once, not even twice, but three times, he banged his head against the wall, hard enough to worry about leaving marks on the plaster.
The kid wiggled one of his fingers into his mouth alongside Lex's cock, and the hot ache low in Lex's belly became a serious inferno. The kid pulled his finger out with a soft pop, lusciously obscene, reached behind Lex's balls to stroke the skin sensitive skin, and that was it, all she wrote. Lex came the way people had seizures, suddenly, violently, the world going dark, his knees threatening to give out. Clark held him up and swallowed him down and gently licked him clean when he finally stopped spewing like a geyser.
Lex gasped, trying to catch his breath, but the kid wasn't the patient sort. He scrambled to his feet, covered Lex's body with his own and kissed him in big, greedy gulps. Lex could taste himself in the kid's mouth, so much better than tasting some other man there, and he threaded his fingers through the boy's hair, holding him still, kissing back frantically, desperate for more.
Finally, the boy pulled away, color high in his cheeks, big green eyes sparkling. "Shouldn't we move this into the bedroom?" He took a step back, smiling seductively, and let his shirt flutter to the floor.
Then he was gone, so fast Lex didn't even see him leave the room. He followed a trail of discarded clothing down the hall, the leather pants, one shoe and then the other, but no underwear, because of course Clark hadn't been wearing any. In the doorway to his bedroom, Lex came to a sudden, surprised stop. The boy lay sprawled on the bed, all bare skin and strong muscles and huge, hard, gorgeous cock.
He smiled. "Why don't you take off your clothes and join me?"
Lex's dick made a valiant effort to get hard again, even though it was really too soon. He took a deep breath and tried to rein in his lust. He'd completely lost sight of his game plan, and the longer he let this go on the harder it was going to be to take back the upper hand.
"Aren't you forgetting who's paying who here?"
The boy shifted on the bed, showing off his body, blinking innocently. "Don't you want to get naked with me?"
Lex could feel the blood pounding in his temples. His throat was dry, and really, there wasn't anything to say to that except an emphatic hell, yes!
The boy slid gracefully off the bed. "Or maybe you want me to do it for you?" He stalked over to Lex, who was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.
He blinked, and Clark was suddenly on him, kissing, touching. Nimble fingers undid his buttons, pushed down his pants, and Lex had the fleeting thought, possibly for the first time in his life, that maybe being in control was kind of overrated.
"God you're beautiful." It was what hustlers always said, but Clark's eyes were serious, his gaze intent, as he stared at Lex's bare chest, stroked his hand down Lex's side.
Lex tangled his fingers in the boy's hair and pulled him in for a hard, heated kiss. "Go get on the bed." It came out as an order. Clearly, he was starting to feel like himself again.
Being in control overrated? Hah! he thought.
Clark moaned softly, licked Lex's bottom lip, nipped at it playfully. "Whatever you say." He smiled, his eyes hot and sparkling.
He sauntered back to the bed and lay down, lounging against the pillows, watching, waiting. Lex shrugged out of his shirt, stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. His cock was hard again, straining, and he stood there a minute, letting the kid look at him. The boy's eyes turned a darker shade of green, he seemed to breathe faster, and his fingers clenched in the bedspread. Either he was more practiced in the fine art of pleasing a customer than Lex would have expected, or else he just really, really liked sex.
Either way, he was all Lex's, and that thought made his cock ache.
He stretched out on the bed beside the boy, who started to reach for him. But Lex pushed him back down. "Just stay there."
Clark's eyes were bright, and they never left Lex's face. He lay back against the pillows, licking his lips, arms flung wide, legs spread, offering himself up, whatever Lex wanted to do. So much warm skin, so much beautiful boy to explore, and Lex had an art-lovers appreciation for every single inch. The hollow of his hipbones. Sweet texture of his nipples. Bend of his elbows. Dip of his belly. Lex mapped Clark's body with light brushes of his fingers, the soft play of his lips, darting tease of his tongue.
Clark trembled, opened his legs wider and begged, "Please!"
Such a pretty sound, and Lex kissed his way up one thigh, the boy's eager cock brushing his cheek, leaving a slick trail.
"Please, please," the boy pleaded, breathlessly.
Lex wrapped his fingers around the kid's cock. It felt good in his hand, the right size, right heft. He circled his thumb over the head, and the boy sucked in his breath, his belly trembling. He bent his head, licked lightly along the shaft, teasing, before finally taking the cock in his mouth.
Clark moaned, his eyes wide, startled. As impossible as it seemed, apparently no one had ever sucked this kid's beautiful cock before. If Lex had needed any extra inspiration to make the boy's eyes roll back in his head, this would have been it. But he took pride in his sexual prowess and was a conscientious cocksucker by nature. He tongued along the underside, teased the slit and then finally took the boy's cock deep into his throat, all the while tracing patterns along the insides of his thighs.
Little sounds streamed out of Clark--gasps and grunts and whimpers--and each one sizzled through Lex's body as powerfully as a lightning strike. He jerked his own dick with a sharp snap of his wrist. He could feel Clark getting close, the chorus of appreciative noises getting louder and more frantic.
Clark flailed, tried to pull away. "I have to-- I'm gonna--"
Lex held his hips down, sucked him harder, stroked himself more urgently. He was getting close, too. The boy's feet kicked out, and he screamed and came in Lex's mouth, at almost the same time Lex spurted in his own hand.
Lex licked his lips and sat back on his heels to enjoy the view. Sweat beaded on Clark's forehead. His cheeks were flushed. He panted and looked slightly dazed. Lex smiled, quite pleased with his handiwork. He scooted up to lie next to Clark, leaned over and kissed him lazily. He kept his eyes open, and the expression on the boy's face was sheer amazement at tasting himself in someone else's mouth. Lex enjoyed it probably more than he should have, but to be able to give Clark his first time at anything was really more than he possibly could have expected.
He settled down and pulled Clark into his arms. This felt right too, Clark's head on his chest, their bodies a perfect fit.
"Um. Are you sure this is okay? I could--" Clark trailed off.
Lex tightened his arms around his shoulders, stroked his hair. "Stay."
He felt Clark's smile against his chest and then the soft brush of his lips. Lex sighed softly and a warm sense of contentment spread through him. It was an illusion, of course. He knew that perfectly well. Clark was his employee, not his lover, and every murmured sweet nothing was simply part of his job description. Still, it felt good to have the boy in his arms. And it was nice to stroke his back and hold him close and pretend this was something real.
***
You can read the previous parts here: Part 1, Part 2
On the way up to the penthouse, Lex gave himself a mental talking-to. He was an experienced veteran of Metropolis' nightlife, a successful businessman and a Luthor, for God's sake. There was no excuse for allowing himself to be played by a teenaged hustler. Still, it wasn't too late to take back control of the situation. He was the one who'd be writing out those three thousand dollar checks, and so he was the one calling the shots. It was time to make that clear to the boy.
His plan to demonstrate who was boss hit a little snag, though, when he closed the door to the apartment, and the kid set on him like some ravenous wild thing, pushing him back against the wall, pressing their bodies together, rubbing his hard-on against Lex's thigh.
"Shit!" Lex swore softly.
"Mmmm." The boy licked a hot swipe up the side of Lex's neck, making Lex even harder than he had been before, something he would not have thought was possible.
The boy slowly dropped to his knees, caressing Lex with his body as he went. He pressed his nose against the bulge in Lex's pants, breathing him in. "I could smell you in the car." He mouthed Lex's erection through the fabric. "Mmm. So good. So hot."
Lex sucked in his breath. "God."
The boy smiled, lowered his zipper, took out his cock, and then Lex lost the ability to speak altogether. Because research was one thing, but experience was something else entirely. Watching the kid suck Tyson in no way prepared him for the reality of having that pretty, talented mouth wrapped around his own dick. Wet heat, soft lips, wicked tongue, and the kid was making these little yummy noises like going down on Lex was better than ice cream. Lex closed his eyes and made some noises of his own, so pitifully needy he was sure he'd be embarrassed about it later. Not once, not even twice, but three times, he banged his head against the wall, hard enough to worry about leaving marks on the plaster.
The kid wiggled one of his fingers into his mouth alongside Lex's cock, and the hot ache low in Lex's belly became a serious inferno. The kid pulled his finger out with a soft pop, lusciously obscene, reached behind Lex's balls to stroke the skin sensitive skin, and that was it, all she wrote. Lex came the way people had seizures, suddenly, violently, the world going dark, his knees threatening to give out. Clark held him up and swallowed him down and gently licked him clean when he finally stopped spewing like a geyser.
Lex gasped, trying to catch his breath, but the kid wasn't the patient sort. He scrambled to his feet, covered Lex's body with his own and kissed him in big, greedy gulps. Lex could taste himself in the kid's mouth, so much better than tasting some other man there, and he threaded his fingers through the boy's hair, holding him still, kissing back frantically, desperate for more.
Finally, the boy pulled away, color high in his cheeks, big green eyes sparkling. "Shouldn't we move this into the bedroom?" He took a step back, smiling seductively, and let his shirt flutter to the floor.
Then he was gone, so fast Lex didn't even see him leave the room. He followed a trail of discarded clothing down the hall, the leather pants, one shoe and then the other, but no underwear, because of course Clark hadn't been wearing any. In the doorway to his bedroom, Lex came to a sudden, surprised stop. The boy lay sprawled on the bed, all bare skin and strong muscles and huge, hard, gorgeous cock.
He smiled. "Why don't you take off your clothes and join me?"
Lex's dick made a valiant effort to get hard again, even though it was really too soon. He took a deep breath and tried to rein in his lust. He'd completely lost sight of his game plan, and the longer he let this go on the harder it was going to be to take back the upper hand.
"Aren't you forgetting who's paying who here?"
The boy shifted on the bed, showing off his body, blinking innocently. "Don't you want to get naked with me?"
Lex could feel the blood pounding in his temples. His throat was dry, and really, there wasn't anything to say to that except an emphatic hell, yes!
The boy slid gracefully off the bed. "Or maybe you want me to do it for you?" He stalked over to Lex, who was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.
He blinked, and Clark was suddenly on him, kissing, touching. Nimble fingers undid his buttons, pushed down his pants, and Lex had the fleeting thought, possibly for the first time in his life, that maybe being in control was kind of overrated.
"God you're beautiful." It was what hustlers always said, but Clark's eyes were serious, his gaze intent, as he stared at Lex's bare chest, stroked his hand down Lex's side.
Lex tangled his fingers in the boy's hair and pulled him in for a hard, heated kiss. "Go get on the bed." It came out as an order. Clearly, he was starting to feel like himself again.
Being in control overrated? Hah! he thought.
Clark moaned softly, licked Lex's bottom lip, nipped at it playfully. "Whatever you say." He smiled, his eyes hot and sparkling.
He sauntered back to the bed and lay down, lounging against the pillows, watching, waiting. Lex shrugged out of his shirt, stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. His cock was hard again, straining, and he stood there a minute, letting the kid look at him. The boy's eyes turned a darker shade of green, he seemed to breathe faster, and his fingers clenched in the bedspread. Either he was more practiced in the fine art of pleasing a customer than Lex would have expected, or else he just really, really liked sex.
Either way, he was all Lex's, and that thought made his cock ache.
He stretched out on the bed beside the boy, who started to reach for him. But Lex pushed him back down. "Just stay there."
Clark's eyes were bright, and they never left Lex's face. He lay back against the pillows, licking his lips, arms flung wide, legs spread, offering himself up, whatever Lex wanted to do. So much warm skin, so much beautiful boy to explore, and Lex had an art-lovers appreciation for every single inch. The hollow of his hipbones. Sweet texture of his nipples. Bend of his elbows. Dip of his belly. Lex mapped Clark's body with light brushes of his fingers, the soft play of his lips, darting tease of his tongue.
Clark trembled, opened his legs wider and begged, "Please!"
Such a pretty sound, and Lex kissed his way up one thigh, the boy's eager cock brushing his cheek, leaving a slick trail.
"Please, please," the boy pleaded, breathlessly.
Lex wrapped his fingers around the kid's cock. It felt good in his hand, the right size, right heft. He circled his thumb over the head, and the boy sucked in his breath, his belly trembling. He bent his head, licked lightly along the shaft, teasing, before finally taking the cock in his mouth.
Clark moaned, his eyes wide, startled. As impossible as it seemed, apparently no one had ever sucked this kid's beautiful cock before. If Lex had needed any extra inspiration to make the boy's eyes roll back in his head, this would have been it. But he took pride in his sexual prowess and was a conscientious cocksucker by nature. He tongued along the underside, teased the slit and then finally took the boy's cock deep into his throat, all the while tracing patterns along the insides of his thighs.
Little sounds streamed out of Clark--gasps and grunts and whimpers--and each one sizzled through Lex's body as powerfully as a lightning strike. He jerked his own dick with a sharp snap of his wrist. He could feel Clark getting close, the chorus of appreciative noises getting louder and more frantic.
Clark flailed, tried to pull away. "I have to-- I'm gonna--"
Lex held his hips down, sucked him harder, stroked himself more urgently. He was getting close, too. The boy's feet kicked out, and he screamed and came in Lex's mouth, at almost the same time Lex spurted in his own hand.
Lex licked his lips and sat back on his heels to enjoy the view. Sweat beaded on Clark's forehead. His cheeks were flushed. He panted and looked slightly dazed. Lex smiled, quite pleased with his handiwork. He scooted up to lie next to Clark, leaned over and kissed him lazily. He kept his eyes open, and the expression on the boy's face was sheer amazement at tasting himself in someone else's mouth. Lex enjoyed it probably more than he should have, but to be able to give Clark his first time at anything was really more than he possibly could have expected.
He settled down and pulled Clark into his arms. This felt right too, Clark's head on his chest, their bodies a perfect fit.
"Um. Are you sure this is okay? I could--" Clark trailed off.
Lex tightened his arms around his shoulders, stroked his hair. "Stay."
He felt Clark's smile against his chest and then the soft brush of his lips. Lex sighed softly and a warm sense of contentment spread through him. It was an illusion, of course. He knew that perfectly well. Clark was his employee, not his lover, and every murmured sweet nothing was simply part of his job description. Still, it felt good to have the boy in his arms. And it was nice to stroke his back and hold him close and pretend this was something real.
***
You can read the previous parts here: Part 1, Part 2