Celebrating the weekend with Hooker!Clark

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I'm going away for the weekend to visit a dear friend. We're planning two days of pampering, getting massages and that spray-on tan stuff. Whee! I can't wait to be less fluorescently pale.

But before I go, here's the next installment of Hooker!Clark. Hope you all have a great weekend!



The afternoon sun played over the glasses and silverware at the outdoor cafe, making everything sparkle, as if there was something magical about the day. Lex sat sprawled in his chair, enjoying the sight of Clark, who was wolfing down a cheeseburger and fries with great gusto. They'd spent the last few hours making the rounds of Lex's favorite shops, picking out Clark's new wardrobe, including the striking blue shirt and black slacks he was wearing now.

The new clothes were finely cut, the fabrics rich, the lines clean, and in them, Clark was beyond stunning. Lex had noticed heads turning as they'd walked down the street and had even heard two women whispering together, guessing that Clark must be a male model. It had given Lex a smug sense of satisfaction, knowing that they could look but not touch, that this beautiful boy was all his.

Lex had, of course, taken lovers shopping before. He had even outfitted a few other prostitutes in his day. But this had been different. Better. There was nothing greedy or grasping about Clark. Every little thing pleased him. He was as happy with an Old Navy T-shirt as he was with a Hugo Boss leather jacket. There was something honest and refreshing about his delight, like a little kid at Christmas, that made Lex want to take him to store after store, ply him with every imaginable luxury, just to watch his face light up.

Lex liked seeing him happy. He liked it a lot.

Clark caught his eye and smiled. He put down his burger and leaned in. "Is it okay if I kiss you in public?"

Lex traced his finger along one beautifully sculpted cheekbone. "Please. I live to make other people jealous."

Clark laughed and pressed their lips together, lightly at first, licking teasingly at Lex's bottom lip, before finally advancing on Lex's mouth in earnest.

"Mmm," Lex murmured, savoring the taste of him.

Clark pulled back, let his hand wander over Lex's thigh. "So what do you want to do next?" he asked.

"DId you have something in mind?"

"Yeah, actually." Clark rubbed his hand in circles, drifting slowly up Lex's leg. "I was thinking maybe we could go home." His eyes were heated and his expression full of promises.

"I'll get the check," Lex said, quickly.

Clark smiled. "Great idea."

Back at the penthouse, they hauled Clark's many packages upstairs and put them down in a pile in the living room. Clark flopped down onto the sofa, looking adorably ruffled after his shopping spree.

Lex went to the bar and poured himself a Scotch. "So let's see everything on you." He settled into a comfortable leather chair and smiled at Clark expectantly.

"But you've seen it already."

"Not all put together. And in bad dressing room lighting. Go on."

Clark raised an eyebrow. "Here?"

"Why not?" Lex smiled. "The servants have gone for the day."

Clark grinned and unbuttoned his shirt. "Let the fashion show begin then."

Lex took a sip of his drink and savored his sense of anticipation. Trying on clothes in the stores had been practical, business-like, yes or no, what color, how many. Dressing rooms were always too small and too hot, and simply not conducive to lingering and enjoying. But here at home, they had all the space they needed, perfect lighting, and a soft bed waiting for them when the show was over, with a bedside table well stocked with lube.

Conditions could not have been more favorable.

Clark took off his shirt and carelessly flung it over the back of the sofa. He shucked his pants unselfconsciously, left in nothing but the skimpy black bikini briefs Lex had picked out for him personally. Lex had seen Clark naked, of course, had touched him everywhere, sucked his cock. But there was an undeniably erotic thrill in seeing Clark stripped down to his underwear, all that rippling strength on display, the fine line of hair on his belly disappearing into the waistband of his briefs, like a suggestive arrow pointing the way to the promised land, the snug fabric emphasizing Clark's considerable assets rather than hiding them.

Lex licked his lips. He was already hard. "The red shirt. And the jeans." It came out as an order.

Clark nodded, kept his eyes lowered, almost submissively, although his nature was anything but passive, and that made Lex even harder. Lex watched as he covered up all that beautiful golden skin, and there was a charge in that too, knowing that the clothes would soon enough come off again, the most delicious kind of tease.

Clark adjusted his clothes and turned around. "Well?"

"Walk for me."

Clark looked a little skeptical, but he didn't argue. He walked up and down the living room floor, not prancing or sauntering, not trying to imitate models on the runway, just moving with natural poise and confidence.

He stopped and turned in a little circle. "What do you think?"

Lex ate him up with hungry eyes. "Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous."

Clark's cheeks colored with pleasure. "What would you like to see next?" His voice was soft, pliant. He clearly understood how much it turned Lex on to call the shots.

"Black suit. Plum shirt. Black tie."

Clark undressed, and this time he lingered, slowly taking the new outfit out of the bags and boxes, turning this way and that, showing off his body. Clearly, he liked being looked at, and that was really quite convenient, since Lex very much enjoyed looking at him.

In the suit, Clark could pass for a young executive down at LexCorp, sleek, even predatory. He walked back and forth across the living room again, only this time it was more like a prowl. Lex was so aroused it was almost unbearable in its intensity.

Clark stalked over to him, and Lex's heart started to beat faster. Clark took the glass from his hand, had a sip, made a face and put the tumbler down on the table.

"That's twenty year old Scotch you're turning your nose up at," Lex said.

Clark shrugged. "I just don't have a taste for it." He climbed onto the chair, moving with seductive grace, putting one knee on either side of Lex's hips, straddling his lap.

Lex could feel the heat of Clark's body soaking through his clothes. His breath caught in his throat. "No?" But he barely knew what they were talking about anymore.

"No. But I do have a taste for other things." He kissed Lex's neck, his teeth gently scraping the skin.

Lex couldn't hold back a groan.

"Thank you for today. For lunch," he said, between kisses. "For the beautiful clothes. For everything."

Lex moaned softly against his lips, stroked his hands up and down Clark's back, luxuriating in the feel of finely woven wool and masculine strength.

Clark kissed him more insistently, pressing his hard-on against Lex's, making Lex gasp out loud. "I know what you want," he said, huskily.

"Oh, yeah?" Lex was already breathing hard, and he could feel a flush starting to creep up his neck.

Clark smiled knowingly. "Yeah." He bent his head and whispered against Lex's ear, "I know you want to fuck me." Lex moaned. His hands tightened on Clark's hips. "And I want that, too. I want you to fuck me, Lex. So much."

"Clark. God." Lex pulled him into a fiercely possessive kiss, fingers wound tightly in his hair.

Clark kissed the side of his face and mouthed his jaw line, as he moved eagerly against him. "I want you. Only you, Lex."

"Yes." Lex's hands closed on Clark's arms as he tried to disentangle their bodies. "Now."

When Clark understood why Lex was pushing him away, he smiled brightly and bounded up from the chair. He took Lex's hand and half dragged him down the hall. In the doorway of the bedroom, Lex pulled him in for another kiss, sliding his hands along the smooth lapels of Clark's jacket.

He was going to have just as much fun watching the suit come off as he had watching it go on.

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