Hooker!Clark Part 7
Aug. 31st, 2003 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scribblinlenoreI finally mapped out where I want this story to go (I know. That's not very comforting, is it? That I've just been flailing around in the dark for the many thousands of words I've already written), so hopefully there will be some end in sight for this.
Big, big thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ubertodd for making my pretty, pretty Clark-for-rent icon. I really love it!
Also, for everyone who called me a tease... Am not! Am not! *bg*
***
Lex straightened his tie in the mirror and pulled on his jacket. The room was still in shadows, the sun just coming up. He made it a habit to get to the office before everyone else. It kept his people on their toes.
Clark lay still sleeping, comfortably sprawled, his long legs tangled in the covers, only a corner of the sheet draped over his hips, leaving little to the imagination. Lex smiled. Even the steamiest fantasies couldn't rival the reality of their first time together. Or the second. Or third.
He crossed the room and bent to give Clark a quick goodbye kiss. Clark sighed softly. His mouth opened beneath Lex's, and he kissed back lazily.
Lex stroked his cheek. "Morning."
Clark blinked up at him sleepily. "Mmm. Morning." He rubbed his hand over the sleeve of Lex's pinstriped suit. "You look amazing. Where are you going?"
Lex smiled. "It's Monday, and I have to go to the office. You may have heard of the concept."
Clark looked thoughtful and then shook his head. "Nope. Don't know anything about it." He propped himself up on his elbow. "So what should I do today?"
"Whatever you like." Lex let his fingers wander along the soft skin of Clark's arm, down his belly, over his hip. He nudged the sheet away. He really did have to go, but he just couldn't resist. "There are DVDs and video games in the living room if you want to stay in. Or if you decide to go out, I left some cash and a credit card on the table. Get anything you need, go anywhere you want."
Clark smiled and stretched, giving Lex a better view of his body. His cock rested against his thigh. As Lex's greedy gaze traveled over his bare skin, it started to stir.
Lex swallowed hard, his throat going dry. "I'll call you later."
"Mmm. Okay." Clark shifted on the bed. "I guess I'll just have to find some way to amuse myself." He rubbed his hand between his nipples, his eyes fastened on Lex, his cock starting to fill.
Lex could only stare, his mouth hanging open, as Clark's hand wandered down over his belly, into the tangle of hair and finally to his cock.
"Or you could stay home with me, and we could find something to do together." Clark's fingers trailed along his erection, making Lex's cock twitch in response.
Lex had to clench his hands into fists at his sides to keep from touching him. "Unfortunately, I have a meeting with my board of directors. I don't think they'd understand if I just failed to show up."
Clark rubbed his cheek against the pillow. "That's too bad." He sighed and spread his legs. "I guess I'll have to lie here and think about you then. If you're sure you can't stay." He fisted his cock, his eyes never leaving Lex's face.
Lex made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. Briefly, he entertained excuses he could make to his assistant, but the meeting really was important. And Clark would be here when he got home tonight. That was the point of their arrangement, after all.
"I have to go," he said, making himself move toward the door. "I'll see you later."
Clark didn't answer. There was just the soft fleshy sound of his hand moving on his cock, along with the little grunts and whimpers he made as he started to jerk off in earnest. Lex didn't look back. If he did, he knew he'd never leave. He was halfway down the hall when he heard Clark call out in a breathy voice: "Oh, God. Lex. Yeah. Touch me. Just like that."
He sucked in his breath and stopped in his tracks. God. He deserved an award for willpower for walking away from that, from the most exquisitely beautiful boy he'd ever seen, naked and alone in his bed, getting off on fantasies of him.
He allowed himself one brief stroke of his hand down the front of his pants, his hard cock jerking eagerly at his touch. He really did have to get to that meeting, though. He readjusted himself and hurried to the elevator before he changed his mind.
At the office, he said a cheerful good morning to the security guard behind the desk, to the other people on the elevator, even to Marvin, the afraid-of-his-own-shadow temp who was filling in for his assistant June. That everyone seemed rather surprised he was in a good mood was something he chose not to analyze.
He joined his board of directors in the conference room, and they breezed through the agenda, reaching several important decisions on LexCorp's expansion efforts. He returned to his office, and his assistant came scuttling in after him.
"Um-- Mr. Luthor?"
"Yes?" he said, briskly.
This seemed to fluster Marvin. "There's, uh-- He says he has an appointment, but I don't have it down in my book. Sam Phelan?"
"Send him in. Hold my calls."
Marvin hesitated, as if he didn't quite know how to sort out of the contradiction between what was written in the planner and what Lex was telling him. Lex cast an icy stare in his direction, and that finally jumpstarted him.
"Right away, Mr. Luthor." He hurried away.
Lex sighed. He was never going to let June go on vacation again. He pulled out the notebook with the information he'd collected so far on Clark from his briefcase. Phelan sauntered in a moment later.
"Lex."
"Phelan."
The ex-cop settled in the chair in front of Lex desk. "So you've got a job for me." The corners of his mouth turned up smugly.
Lex's jaw tightened. He'd really hoped to be through with Phelan for good, but the man was just too effective not to use him for something this important. "I need you to find out about someone for me."
"Got a picture?"
He handed Phelan one of the casual photos he'd taken of Clark at the penthouse. "But it's just for your reference. I don't want you showing it around. This needs to stay completely confidential."
"May take longer that way."
"Doesn't matter. I want it done right."
"So what else can you tell me?" Phelan took out a small notebook. "I don't suppose you have a name?"
"Clark. I'm pretty sure that's not made up. I don't know the last name."
Phelan studied the photograph. "Looks young."
"Somewhere between sixteen and twenty, I'd guess." Phelan's knowing smile made him feel like he needed a shower.
"From Metropolis?"
"Possibly. But my guess would be one of the small towns in the surrounding area. You should look for families with a son who's gone missing in the last four months or so. Also they may have suffered some other loss. Someone may have been hurt. Check for some kind of accident."
"Like what?"
"That's what I'm paying you to figure out," Lex snapped.
Phelan held up his hand. "Hey, relax. I'm just trying to get all the information."
"Well, that's all I have. I'm expecting you to do the rest."
Phelan's eyes glinted. "Don't I always?" He stood up. "I'll be in touch when I have something to report." He let the door slam behind him.
Lex let out his breath. Seeing Phelan again was like crawling through the grimy underbelly of his own past. He certainly didn't enjoy it. But he couldn't trust finding out the truth about Clark to anyone with less experience.
Lex leaned back in his chair and let his mind drift to thoughts of Clark. Last night had been perhaps the most exciting night of his life, and that was really saying something. Lex was hardly a shrinking violet. Of course, he'd been careful and gentle the first time he'd taken Clark. He was still just a kid after all, despite his profession, not to mention a virgin. But the second and third times-- well, things had gotten rather out of control. Lex hadn't even intended to fuck him again that night. He really hadn't. But, God, the way Clark begged for it. It still left him with a hot sensation in the pit of his stomach, just remembering it.
He picked up the phone. He'd been waiting to do this all morning, savoring the anticipation. He dialed, and Clark picked up on the first ring.
"Lex?"
"Sitting by the phone, huh?"
Clark laughed softly. "Okay, so I was kind of hoping you'd call." He sounded genuinely happy to hear from him, and that warmed Lex.
"Everything all right?"
"Yeah. Well, except that you're not here. Otherwise, everything's good. Hey, you didn't tell me you had, like, every Xbox game ever made. And Playstation, too. It's like an arcade right here in your living room."
"I didn't know you liked video games."
Clark snorted. "Who doesn't?"
Lex smiled. "So I take it you're suitably entertained, then?"
"Yeah. Although...not as entertained as I hope to be when you get home." His voice dropped huskily.
Lex shifted in his chair, pressing the heel of his hand against his throbbing cock. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." Clark's voice was soft, silky. "I've been thinking about it. About you and me and what we did last night. I want it so much. I want to do it in every room of the apartment. What do you think about that?"
A light sheen of sweat broke out on Lex's forehead. "I think you have some very interesting ideas. I think--" He was about to share some interesting ideas of his own when Marvin came scurrying in, his expression more worried than usual, his timing just as appalling as ever.
"What, Lex? What do you want? Tell me." Clark's voice was both earnest and sultry, and Lex could just picture the expression on his face.
"I wish I could-- But--"
Clark laughed. "Someone's there, huh?"
"Yes."
"Okay. I'll let you go. But come home soon?"
The need sounded so genuine, and it got under Lex's skin. "Soon," he said, softly. "I promise."
"Good," Clark said with satisfaction. "Bye, Lex."
"Bye." He hung up and looked impatiently at Marvin. "Yes?"
"Um-- Something came for you. A fax. From that research thing--"
"Cadmus Labs?"
"Right. That's the place. It's marked urgent."
"So give it to me." Lex held out his hand.
"It's just-- I don't think you're going to like it." Marvin handed over the fax reluctantly.
Lex perused it. "What the fucking hell?" He felt the blood start to pound in his temples.
Marvin held up hands, looking a little panicked. "That's all I know. Honest."
The document was a press release from LuthorCorp announcing a new, more environmentally friendly agricultural-grade pesticide. It also happened to be a product under development at Cadmus Labs, that LexCorp had been poised to introduce in the next few weeks. It was something so top secret that only the highest level of management at Cadmus and a few select people at the corporate office knew anything about it. And yet, his father had managed to get his hands on it and beat Lex to market. He ground his teeth together.
"I want security teams to sweep every LexCorp office for listening devices."
Marvin scribbled a note on his pad. "Right."
"And get me personnel records on everyone at Cadmus, as well as the research and development team here."
"Right."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go!"
Marvin nearly jumped out of his skin. "Of course, Mr. Luthor. Right away, sir."
He rushed off, looking rather relieved to get away. Lex's cell phone rang, and he glared at it. Only a few people had this number, and he had no doubt who was calling.
"What?" he barked into it.
"Lex. My boy. You sound rather testy. Is everything all right?"
He let out his breath and tried to regain his composure. "What do you want, Dad?"
"Do I need a reason to call my own son? I hope your bad temper doesn't mean something's gone wrong at that little startup venture of yours."
"I will figure it out, Dad. You know I will."
His father laughed. "Of course, I have no idea what you mean."
Lex's grip tightened dangerously on the phone. "No, of course you don't. So you also won't know what I mean when I say I won't forget this anytime soon." He hung up and hurled the phone across the office.
He spent the rest of the day wading through personnel reports, trying to find a suspect, yelling at the director of Cadmus for not doing a better job of protecting their research, checking in with the security teams that were sweeping his buildings, and just generally being in a pissy mood.
By the end of the day, he'd learned little, if anything. He threw the rest of his paperwork into his briefcase and headed home.
At the penthouse, he got off the elevator. The living room was empty, but he could hear stirring in the kitchen. He tossed his jacket and briefcase onto a convenient chair and headed straight for the bar. He poured himself several fingers of Scotch and threw back half of it in the first gulp.
"Lex?" Clark hovered in the doorway, watching him.
"Clark." He finished his drink and poured another.
"Bad day, huh?"
Lex's grip tightened on the glass. "You could say that."
Clark came to stand next to him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really. I just--" He drew Clark in for a fierce kiss, fingers tangling in his hair.
Clark made a soft sound and pressed closer. They kissed until Lex finally had to pull back to breathe.
"I'm sorry you had a bad day." Clark gently stroked his hand along the curve of Lex's skull.
Lex brushed their lips together again. "At least things are starting to look up now."
Clark smiled and rubbed the small of Lex's back in comforting circles. "You need to unwind a little. Come on." He guided Lex over to a chair and knelt in front of him. "Just lean back and close your eyes and relax, okay?"
He murmured softly as Clark opened his pants and became downright unintelligible as Clark's hot, sweet mouth descended on his cock. He tried to buck up, wanting more, but Clark held him still, sucking him slowly, lingeringly. He let his head fall back, ran his fingers through Clark's soft hair and let Clark take care of him, gasping his name when he came.
Clark tucked him gently back into his pants. "Better?"
Lex wiped the last of his come from Clark's lips, stroked one finger along a beautifully sculpted cheekbone. "Better."
Clark smiled up at him, his eyes shining. "Good." He rubbed his hands up and down Lex's thighs. "So here's what I think we should do now. I'm going to order a pizza, and we're going to eat it while I show you how Halo is really played."
Lex's lips quirked. "Oh, yeah?"
Clark rose up on his knees to kiss him, open-mouthed and sloppy and arousing. "Yeah." His eyes darkened. "And then we can go to bed and work some more on helping you relax. What do you think about that?"
Lex stroked his thumb along Clark's jaw and tucked one stray curl tenderly behind his ear. "I think it's a plan."
***
You can read the previous parts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Big, big thanks to
ubertodd for making my pretty, pretty Clark-for-rent icon. I really love it!Also, for everyone who called me a tease... Am not! Am not! *bg*
***
Lex straightened his tie in the mirror and pulled on his jacket. The room was still in shadows, the sun just coming up. He made it a habit to get to the office before everyone else. It kept his people on their toes.
Clark lay still sleeping, comfortably sprawled, his long legs tangled in the covers, only a corner of the sheet draped over his hips, leaving little to the imagination. Lex smiled. Even the steamiest fantasies couldn't rival the reality of their first time together. Or the second. Or third.
He crossed the room and bent to give Clark a quick goodbye kiss. Clark sighed softly. His mouth opened beneath Lex's, and he kissed back lazily.
Lex stroked his cheek. "Morning."
Clark blinked up at him sleepily. "Mmm. Morning." He rubbed his hand over the sleeve of Lex's pinstriped suit. "You look amazing. Where are you going?"
Lex smiled. "It's Monday, and I have to go to the office. You may have heard of the concept."
Clark looked thoughtful and then shook his head. "Nope. Don't know anything about it." He propped himself up on his elbow. "So what should I do today?"
"Whatever you like." Lex let his fingers wander along the soft skin of Clark's arm, down his belly, over his hip. He nudged the sheet away. He really did have to go, but he just couldn't resist. "There are DVDs and video games in the living room if you want to stay in. Or if you decide to go out, I left some cash and a credit card on the table. Get anything you need, go anywhere you want."
Clark smiled and stretched, giving Lex a better view of his body. His cock rested against his thigh. As Lex's greedy gaze traveled over his bare skin, it started to stir.
Lex swallowed hard, his throat going dry. "I'll call you later."
"Mmm. Okay." Clark shifted on the bed. "I guess I'll just have to find some way to amuse myself." He rubbed his hand between his nipples, his eyes fastened on Lex, his cock starting to fill.
Lex could only stare, his mouth hanging open, as Clark's hand wandered down over his belly, into the tangle of hair and finally to his cock.
"Or you could stay home with me, and we could find something to do together." Clark's fingers trailed along his erection, making Lex's cock twitch in response.
Lex had to clench his hands into fists at his sides to keep from touching him. "Unfortunately, I have a meeting with my board of directors. I don't think they'd understand if I just failed to show up."
Clark rubbed his cheek against the pillow. "That's too bad." He sighed and spread his legs. "I guess I'll have to lie here and think about you then. If you're sure you can't stay." He fisted his cock, his eyes never leaving Lex's face.
Lex made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. Briefly, he entertained excuses he could make to his assistant, but the meeting really was important. And Clark would be here when he got home tonight. That was the point of their arrangement, after all.
"I have to go," he said, making himself move toward the door. "I'll see you later."
Clark didn't answer. There was just the soft fleshy sound of his hand moving on his cock, along with the little grunts and whimpers he made as he started to jerk off in earnest. Lex didn't look back. If he did, he knew he'd never leave. He was halfway down the hall when he heard Clark call out in a breathy voice: "Oh, God. Lex. Yeah. Touch me. Just like that."
He sucked in his breath and stopped in his tracks. God. He deserved an award for willpower for walking away from that, from the most exquisitely beautiful boy he'd ever seen, naked and alone in his bed, getting off on fantasies of him.
He allowed himself one brief stroke of his hand down the front of his pants, his hard cock jerking eagerly at his touch. He really did have to get to that meeting, though. He readjusted himself and hurried to the elevator before he changed his mind.
At the office, he said a cheerful good morning to the security guard behind the desk, to the other people on the elevator, even to Marvin, the afraid-of-his-own-shadow temp who was filling in for his assistant June. That everyone seemed rather surprised he was in a good mood was something he chose not to analyze.
He joined his board of directors in the conference room, and they breezed through the agenda, reaching several important decisions on LexCorp's expansion efforts. He returned to his office, and his assistant came scuttling in after him.
"Um-- Mr. Luthor?"
"Yes?" he said, briskly.
This seemed to fluster Marvin. "There's, uh-- He says he has an appointment, but I don't have it down in my book. Sam Phelan?"
"Send him in. Hold my calls."
Marvin hesitated, as if he didn't quite know how to sort out of the contradiction between what was written in the planner and what Lex was telling him. Lex cast an icy stare in his direction, and that finally jumpstarted him.
"Right away, Mr. Luthor." He hurried away.
Lex sighed. He was never going to let June go on vacation again. He pulled out the notebook with the information he'd collected so far on Clark from his briefcase. Phelan sauntered in a moment later.
"Lex."
"Phelan."
The ex-cop settled in the chair in front of Lex desk. "So you've got a job for me." The corners of his mouth turned up smugly.
Lex's jaw tightened. He'd really hoped to be through with Phelan for good, but the man was just too effective not to use him for something this important. "I need you to find out about someone for me."
"Got a picture?"
He handed Phelan one of the casual photos he'd taken of Clark at the penthouse. "But it's just for your reference. I don't want you showing it around. This needs to stay completely confidential."
"May take longer that way."
"Doesn't matter. I want it done right."
"So what else can you tell me?" Phelan took out a small notebook. "I don't suppose you have a name?"
"Clark. I'm pretty sure that's not made up. I don't know the last name."
Phelan studied the photograph. "Looks young."
"Somewhere between sixteen and twenty, I'd guess." Phelan's knowing smile made him feel like he needed a shower.
"From Metropolis?"
"Possibly. But my guess would be one of the small towns in the surrounding area. You should look for families with a son who's gone missing in the last four months or so. Also they may have suffered some other loss. Someone may have been hurt. Check for some kind of accident."
"Like what?"
"That's what I'm paying you to figure out," Lex snapped.
Phelan held up his hand. "Hey, relax. I'm just trying to get all the information."
"Well, that's all I have. I'm expecting you to do the rest."
Phelan's eyes glinted. "Don't I always?" He stood up. "I'll be in touch when I have something to report." He let the door slam behind him.
Lex let out his breath. Seeing Phelan again was like crawling through the grimy underbelly of his own past. He certainly didn't enjoy it. But he couldn't trust finding out the truth about Clark to anyone with less experience.
Lex leaned back in his chair and let his mind drift to thoughts of Clark. Last night had been perhaps the most exciting night of his life, and that was really saying something. Lex was hardly a shrinking violet. Of course, he'd been careful and gentle the first time he'd taken Clark. He was still just a kid after all, despite his profession, not to mention a virgin. But the second and third times-- well, things had gotten rather out of control. Lex hadn't even intended to fuck him again that night. He really hadn't. But, God, the way Clark begged for it. It still left him with a hot sensation in the pit of his stomach, just remembering it.
He picked up the phone. He'd been waiting to do this all morning, savoring the anticipation. He dialed, and Clark picked up on the first ring.
"Lex?"
"Sitting by the phone, huh?"
Clark laughed softly. "Okay, so I was kind of hoping you'd call." He sounded genuinely happy to hear from him, and that warmed Lex.
"Everything all right?"
"Yeah. Well, except that you're not here. Otherwise, everything's good. Hey, you didn't tell me you had, like, every Xbox game ever made. And Playstation, too. It's like an arcade right here in your living room."
"I didn't know you liked video games."
Clark snorted. "Who doesn't?"
Lex smiled. "So I take it you're suitably entertained, then?"
"Yeah. Although...not as entertained as I hope to be when you get home." His voice dropped huskily.
Lex shifted in his chair, pressing the heel of his hand against his throbbing cock. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." Clark's voice was soft, silky. "I've been thinking about it. About you and me and what we did last night. I want it so much. I want to do it in every room of the apartment. What do you think about that?"
A light sheen of sweat broke out on Lex's forehead. "I think you have some very interesting ideas. I think--" He was about to share some interesting ideas of his own when Marvin came scurrying in, his expression more worried than usual, his timing just as appalling as ever.
"What, Lex? What do you want? Tell me." Clark's voice was both earnest and sultry, and Lex could just picture the expression on his face.
"I wish I could-- But--"
Clark laughed. "Someone's there, huh?"
"Yes."
"Okay. I'll let you go. But come home soon?"
The need sounded so genuine, and it got under Lex's skin. "Soon," he said, softly. "I promise."
"Good," Clark said with satisfaction. "Bye, Lex."
"Bye." He hung up and looked impatiently at Marvin. "Yes?"
"Um-- Something came for you. A fax. From that research thing--"
"Cadmus Labs?"
"Right. That's the place. It's marked urgent."
"So give it to me." Lex held out his hand.
"It's just-- I don't think you're going to like it." Marvin handed over the fax reluctantly.
Lex perused it. "What the fucking hell?" He felt the blood start to pound in his temples.
Marvin held up hands, looking a little panicked. "That's all I know. Honest."
The document was a press release from LuthorCorp announcing a new, more environmentally friendly agricultural-grade pesticide. It also happened to be a product under development at Cadmus Labs, that LexCorp had been poised to introduce in the next few weeks. It was something so top secret that only the highest level of management at Cadmus and a few select people at the corporate office knew anything about it. And yet, his father had managed to get his hands on it and beat Lex to market. He ground his teeth together.
"I want security teams to sweep every LexCorp office for listening devices."
Marvin scribbled a note on his pad. "Right."
"And get me personnel records on everyone at Cadmus, as well as the research and development team here."
"Right."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go!"
Marvin nearly jumped out of his skin. "Of course, Mr. Luthor. Right away, sir."
He rushed off, looking rather relieved to get away. Lex's cell phone rang, and he glared at it. Only a few people had this number, and he had no doubt who was calling.
"What?" he barked into it.
"Lex. My boy. You sound rather testy. Is everything all right?"
He let out his breath and tried to regain his composure. "What do you want, Dad?"
"Do I need a reason to call my own son? I hope your bad temper doesn't mean something's gone wrong at that little startup venture of yours."
"I will figure it out, Dad. You know I will."
His father laughed. "Of course, I have no idea what you mean."
Lex's grip tightened dangerously on the phone. "No, of course you don't. So you also won't know what I mean when I say I won't forget this anytime soon." He hung up and hurled the phone across the office.
He spent the rest of the day wading through personnel reports, trying to find a suspect, yelling at the director of Cadmus for not doing a better job of protecting their research, checking in with the security teams that were sweeping his buildings, and just generally being in a pissy mood.
By the end of the day, he'd learned little, if anything. He threw the rest of his paperwork into his briefcase and headed home.
At the penthouse, he got off the elevator. The living room was empty, but he could hear stirring in the kitchen. He tossed his jacket and briefcase onto a convenient chair and headed straight for the bar. He poured himself several fingers of Scotch and threw back half of it in the first gulp.
"Lex?" Clark hovered in the doorway, watching him.
"Clark." He finished his drink and poured another.
"Bad day, huh?"
Lex's grip tightened on the glass. "You could say that."
Clark came to stand next to him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really. I just--" He drew Clark in for a fierce kiss, fingers tangling in his hair.
Clark made a soft sound and pressed closer. They kissed until Lex finally had to pull back to breathe.
"I'm sorry you had a bad day." Clark gently stroked his hand along the curve of Lex's skull.
Lex brushed their lips together again. "At least things are starting to look up now."
Clark smiled and rubbed the small of Lex's back in comforting circles. "You need to unwind a little. Come on." He guided Lex over to a chair and knelt in front of him. "Just lean back and close your eyes and relax, okay?"
He murmured softly as Clark opened his pants and became downright unintelligible as Clark's hot, sweet mouth descended on his cock. He tried to buck up, wanting more, but Clark held him still, sucking him slowly, lingeringly. He let his head fall back, ran his fingers through Clark's soft hair and let Clark take care of him, gasping his name when he came.
Clark tucked him gently back into his pants. "Better?"
Lex wiped the last of his come from Clark's lips, stroked one finger along a beautifully sculpted cheekbone. "Better."
Clark smiled up at him, his eyes shining. "Good." He rubbed his hands up and down Lex's thighs. "So here's what I think we should do now. I'm going to order a pizza, and we're going to eat it while I show you how Halo is really played."
Lex's lips quirked. "Oh, yeah?"
Clark rose up on his knees to kiss him, open-mouthed and sloppy and arousing. "Yeah." His eyes darkened. "And then we can go to bed and work some more on helping you relax. What do you think about that?"
Lex stroked his thumb along Clark's jaw and tucked one stray curl tenderly behind his ear. "I think it's a plan."
***
You can read the previous parts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
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Date: 2003-09-01 12:06 am (UTC)I can sort of guess that, actually. The fun you're having is shining through in the quality of your writing; and that makes it fun to read.