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More smut. Still in need of a title...



When Lex woke the next morning, his first thought was that someone was moaning. Once a few more sleepy synapses started to fire, he realized it was him. This gave his consciousness a good, hard jolt, and other details started to register. Hands on his hips. Silky hair tickling his thighs. The soft sounds of slurping filling the quiet room. The fact that his entire groin was on fire, in the best possible way.

He opened his eyes, and, yes, this really was how he wanted to start the day, every day, for the rest of his life. Clark knelt between his legs, his mouth stretched around Lex's cock, one hand gently cradling his balls, watching Lex intently, his eyes bright with lust, or possibly amusement. Lex could just imagine how startled he must look. Even if you were a billionaire playboy, it wasn't every day you woke up with your cock in someone's tight, hot throat.

Clark's eyes locked onto Lex's. He reached very slowly, very deliberately behind Lex's balls, fingers stroking softly, moving back to Lex's hole, his thumb circling, not pressing in, just rubbing and teasing. Lex sucked in his breath and bit his lip and promptly came.

Clark caressed Lex's hips while he swallowed and afterwards pressed a gentle kiss to his spent cock. Then he stretched out over Lex and kissed him.

Lex stroked his fingers through Clark's hair. "You're very bold, you know."

Clark smiled confidently. "You like me that way." And kissed Lex again.

"Mmm. Maybe." It wouldn't do to admit just how much he liked it. "I've never met a paid escort quite as eager as you, that's for certain."

Clark's eyes sparked defiantly, and he pulled away. "I like sex. I like having sex with guys. Is there something wrong with that?"

Lex shook his head. "No." But Clark didn't appear mollified. "Hey." He pulled Clark back down for another kiss. "I like sex with guys too, as you may have noticed."

Clark's face softened. "You like sex with me, you mean." He grinned.

"Mmm." Lex kept his voice non-committal. Admitting just how much he wanted Clark wasn't how you played this game.

"Can I ask you a question?" Clark's eyes were bright with curiosity.

Lex shrugged. "Sure. But it'll cost you."

Clark raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"How much?"

"An answer to something I want to know in exchange for each question you ask me. Reasonable, don't you think?"

Clark smiled. "A downright bargain." He shifted onto his side. "So what I wanted to know was... Why do you pay?"

"It's hardly good business practice to default on a debt."

"You know what I mean." He ran his hand down Lex's side, over his hip, along his thigh. "You're gorgeous. You could have anybody. But you still--"

"Opt for professionals?"

Clark nodded. "I noticed you around the club, you know. A long time before you noticed me. And I always wondered about that."

Clark was wrong, of course. Lex had noticed him the first moment he stepped foot in the place, and he'd been fascinated ever since. It just wasn't something Clark needed to know.

Lex stroked his arm. "I've had some-- Let's call them unfortunate entanglements. I find an arrangement like ours less costly in the long run."

Clark frowned. "How unfortunate?"

"Not so fast. I get to ask you something first."

"But this is just a follow up," Clark insisted.

"I don't remember that being part of our agreement."

Clark sighed. "Fine. Go ahead. Ask me."

Lex studied him. "Exactly how much sexual experience have you had?"

Clark went still. "You're not happy with--"

"I didn't say that."

"If you're trying to get the price down, we already agreed--"

"This isn't a trap, Clark. It's just a question. Last night, I got the distinct impression that you'd never had your cock sucked before, and that seemed kind of curious to me for someone in your line of work."

"The guys who pay like my mouth," Clark said, clearly embarrassed by the topic. "Nobody ever wanted to do it to me."

"But that would imply..." His thoughts raced. "You never had sex before you started working?"

Clark lowered his eyes, shook his head.

"Wasn't that kind of-- I mean, didn't you--" Lex didn't even know quite what he meant to ask. The thought of Clark having his first time with some asshole customer who saw him as nothing more than a convenient mouth to fuck troubled him profoundly.

"I was kind of a different person then," Clark said softly. "When I first started. Things mattered less."

That sounded suspiciously like something to do with drugs, but Clark really didn't seem the type.

"Did you let guys fuck you?" Lex asked. "If nothing mattered."

"No. I didn't want--" He blushed, looking like the kid he was.

"Why not? If you were so different then. I'm sure you could have made good money at it."

The boy turned redder. "I just-- didn't want my first time to be in an alley."

Lex nodded. That made the two of them.

Clark kissed Lex's neck. "But your bed-- that's a whole other story." He reached for Lex's cock, but Lex batted his hand away. "What?" Clark asked sulkily.

"Not while we're talking."

Clark let out his breath impatiently and flopped onto his back. "Not while you're driving. Not while we're talking. Did anyone ever tell you that you have a lot of stupid rules?"

But Lex had no intention of rising to the bait, refused to allow himself to be distracted. "I just want to understand how you ended up in Metropolis."

Clark laughed, unpleasantly. "I had some problems. Made some stupid mistakes. I'm sure you've heard it all before."

"Maybe it's not as bad as you think. Maybe--"

"No," Clark said sharply. "I answered your question. It's my turn now."

Lex sighed. "Okay, fine."

Clark turned onto his side, interested again. "What you were saying before. How unfortunate was it?"

Lex took a deep breath. "Pretty damned fucked up, I'm afraid. A couple of wives who tried to kill me. More than one boyfriend who stole from me. I'd had enough."

Clark stared. "You were married to someone who tried to kill you?"

He took Clark's hand and guided it to the small puckered scar on his side. "This was from the first wife."

"She shot you?" Clark asked, sounding horrified.

"Had one of her students do it. She was a high school teacher. Fortunately for me, the kid was scared shitless and just nicked me."

"God."

"And then, the most recent one--" He moved Clark's hand down to the long, gnarled scar running along his thigh. "She was even more of a planner. Arranged a plane crash over the ocean on our honeymoon. I got this from some jagged debris in the water while I was waiting to be rescued."

"Jesus, Lex."

"That's why I prefer a more business-like arrangement. I know what to expect."

Clark kissed him. "I'm not like them," he whispered against Lex's lips. "I promise."

Lex kissed him back, fiercely. It was surprisingly easy to believe him.

He pushed a curl back behind Clark's ear and studied his face. If he was lucky, he might be able to sneak in one more question.

"They must miss you," he threw out, taking a gamble.

Clark looked confused. "Who?"

"Whoever you left behind."

"There wasn't--"

"Don't. If you're not going to answer, okay. But don't lie to me."

Clark pulled out of his arms, seemed to curl in upon himself. "I really fucked things up," he said softly. "And hurt people. That's why I had to leave. So, no, I don't think they miss me too much."

Lex frowned. He couldn't imagine Clark intentionally harming anyone. "But if it was some kind of accident--"

Clark sat up abruptly. "Look, I'll do anything you want in bed. But I'm not going to answer a bunch of questions about my life so you can feel sorry for the poor, screwed up hooker. Okay? And if that's not good enough for you, then I can leave right now."

Lex moved quickly, pressed his lips against Clark's collarbone and sucked hard. "Or you could stay and go take a shower, and then we could spend the day together."

Obviously, his gamble hadn't paid off, and now he needed to get Clark back on comfortable ground. He brushed his lips up the boy's neck. He could feel him start to relax.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Clark asked, still sounding a little wary.

"Oh, lots of things." He kissed along Clark's jaw. "Shopping. Going out to lunch. Coming home." Taking your cherry. He smiled.

After all, it wasn't only information he wanted from Clark.

Clark draped his arms around Lex's neck and leaned into his kisses. "That sounds good. But--" His face went serious. "No more questions. I mean it."

Lex gave Clark his most winning smile. "No problem."

"Okay then." Clark slid off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. "Are you coming?"

"I'll be right there."

Clark nodded and disappeared through the door. Lex got up and took out a notebook from his bedside drawer. He made a few notations. He'd have his people do some checking in the towns surrounding Metropolis, look for families with a missing teenage son who'd also suffered some other loss, possibly involving an accident.

He put the notebook away. As important as it was to him, learning more about Clark's past would have to wait. He knew Clark was serious about not answering any more questions, at least for the moment.

Lex had more important things to do right now anyway. There was a stunningly beautiful boy waiting in his shower, and no doubt he could use some help washing his back.



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You can read the previous parts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3