Hooker!Clark, Part 8

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Just so you know, it is my goal to pack as many sex cliches into this story as possible. *g* Also, this is my entry into kormanfan's TALK DIRTY TO ME Challenge.

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The penthouse was dark and silent when Lex got home. He didn't even bother to check his watch. He knew it was an ungodly late hour. He dropped his briefcase by the door and let out his breath, relieved to finally be finished for the day, so exhausted the short walk to the bedroom seemed dispiritingly far. He detoured past the bar to pour himself a Scotch and trudged down the hall.

The last few weeks had been a blur of work. Shoring up security had taken precedence over everything else, demanding long hours every day. The investigation into the leak of the new product lumbered along. The team of industrial espionage specialists he'd called in were sifting through the company's records, mapping all communications into and out of the company over the past few months, looking for patterns, leads, anything that might point toward a suspect.

The process was painstaking, and he needed to be patient. That's what they kept telling him. Unfortunately, patience had never been one of his virtues.

Of course, business still went on as usual. A variety of other problems had cropped up for him to deal with, instability in the Asian market, production delays at several of their factories, a contract dispute with a key client. It all added up to long hours, no sleep and no Clark.

He stopped in the doorway of his room to finish his drink and watch Clark. After many nights of coming home to find him sacked out on the sofa, Lex had finally convinced him not to wait up anymore. He was always too tired at the end of a long day to make love anyway, and there was no point in both of them being worn out for nothing.

On the plus side, he did enjoy these quiet moments, watching Clark asleep in his bed, looking like he couldn't possibly belong anywhere else. Moonlight streamed in through the window, and Lex studied him, the tousle of dark hair against his neck, the elegant curve of his bare back. A warm, satisfied feeling surged through him. It was good to be home.

He took off his clothes, threw them across the back of a chair and slipped into bed. He molded himself to Clark's back, kissed the unruly curls, pressed his face into the warm hollow of Clark's neck and breathed him in. It was amazing how comforting Clark's sweet, clean boy-smell was, how quickly it had become familiar, like there had never been anyone else.

After Helen, he never thought he'd feel that again. In the months following the debacle of their marriage, after he'd recovered physically if not exactly emotionally, he'd slept his way through half of Metropolis, usually drunk out of his mind, a different face, different body every time. He would wake up in the mornings with the stale aftertaste of the night before in his mouth, the smell of a stranger on his skin, and the dizzying emptiness of it made everything seem that much bleaker.

It had become such a sweet relief to have Clark in his arms every night, to wake up to him every morning. It had grown disturbingly easy to forget the weekly checks that kept him there, to pretend this had nothing to do with money.

"Lex," Clark murmured drowsily.

Lex kissed the top of his head. "Go back to sleep."

Clark shifted in his arms, turning to face him, dropping a kiss to his chest. "I'm glad you're home.

His hand skimmed over Lex's hip, along his thigh. Even though Lex had gotten, at best, six hours of sleep in the past three days, his cock still stirred with interest.

"Mmm." Clark pressed closer, reached for his erection.

Lex caught his hand and kissed it. "Sleep now."

"But I've missed you."

Lex tightened his arms around him. "Tomorrow," he said, already starting to drift off.

"Mmm. Good." Clark snuggled against him. "Tomorrow."

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The next morning, the sun was bright in Lex's eyes when he woke up. He scrubbed his hands over his face. There was a full day of meetings ahead of him, he needed to get in touch with his people in Britian first thing, and somehow he'd managed to oversleep. Sadly, it seemed spending time with Clark was going to have to wait a little while longer.

He started to slip out of bed, but a hand closed around his wrist and hauled him back. "Clark, I'm going to be late."

"You promised me."

"I know but--"

Clark flipped him onto his back and climbed on top of him. "But nothing." He held Lex down, lined up their cocks and started to thrust.

"Fuck!"

Clark grinned. "Exactly."

Bright sparkles of pleasure shot through Lex, making it nearly impossible to care about business, even though he really, really needed to. "You have to stop." It sounded feeble, even to him.

Clark ended the debate with a wet, raunchy kiss, all porn tongue and possession, and Lex was no match for that. He locked his legs around Clark's waist, dug his fingers into his shoulders, and held on for the ride.

"Yeah, yeah," Clark chanted, moving faster, pushing his hips harder against Lex's, pressing him into the mattress.

Lex came, and Clark quickly followed. They lay tangled together, sweaty and panting. Clark leaned in for a kiss. "Aren't you glad you're going to be late now?"

He nipped lightly at Clark's lower lip. "You've sold me on the joys of tardiness." He gave Clark another quick kiss and wiped himself off with the corner of the sheet. Oddly, though, he still felt wet and sticky. He tried again and again, but he couldn't seem to get clean.

Lex's eyes shot open, and he looked around in confusion. The room was still dark, the sun not yet up. Clark pressed heavily against his side, sleeping soundly, and Lex's belly was indeed wet and sticky. It was sad, really, that he'd been reduced to getting off in his sleep when his real-life wet dream was lying right next to him.

He sighed. Unfortunately, he did need to talk to the London office as soon as possible, and there was a meeting at eight. He got up as quietly as he could. Clark didn't stir. He padded into the bathroom, and half an hour later, he was dressed and ready to go. He paused by the side of the bed. In his sleep, Clark looked so young and innocent, and Lex's throat tightened. He bent to kiss his forehead but stopped himself. If he woke Clark up, it would be just as difficult to leave as it had been in the dream.

The morning passed in a blur. It wasn't until after lunch that he had time to think about anything that wasn't a report in his hands or a pressing decision that needed to be made.

He was just about to dial the penthouse when his assistant buzzed him. "You have a call from someone named Clark?"

"Put him through." He picked up the phone. "Clark."

"Hey." Clark's voice was soft, disappointed, maybe even hurt.

Lex let out his breath. "Look, about this morning--"

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I just-- You could have woken me up and let me kiss you good-bye."

"It wouldn't have stopped at a kiss."

"Would that be so bad?"

"When I have an eight o'clock meeting? Yes. But I will make it up to you. I promise. Tonight."

"No. Not tonight. Now."

"Clark, I can't just leave--" There was an odd sound on the other end of the line, and Lex realized with a sharp jolt that when straight to his cock it was heavy breathing. "Oh, no. No. Don't even think about it."

Clark sighed softly. "It feels so good, Lex. So good."

"God."

"I took my shirt off. I have my pants open. I want to touch myself so bad, Lex. That's what I do when you're not here. I think about you, about all the things I want you to do to me."

Lex's skin felt too hot beneath his clothes. His cock strained in his suddenly too-tight pants. "Clark. We can't--"

"Do you know what I used to fantasize about back at the club before we met? I want to tell you, Lex. I want you to listen and touch yourself and pretend it's happening. Please." Clark's voice was breathy and urgent, and there was no resisting it. Lex moaned softly and eased his zipper down. His cock surged beneath his hand.

Marvin, with his usual flair for choosing the worst possible moment, rang him on the intercom. "Mr. Luthor, you have a call from--"

Lex jabbed at the button. "No interruptions! Got it?"

Marvin made a little squeak. "Uh. Sorry."

The intercom went dead. Lex went back to what was important. "Are you still there?"

"Mmm. Yeah. I took my clothes off. My cock is so hard it hurts, Lex. That's how bad I want you. How bad I've always wanted you. I used to see you at the club and imagine all kinds of things."

Lex's cock twitched in his hand. "Like what?"

"Like I'm on the dance floor, all by myself. The music is so loud, and I can feel it all through my body, everywhere. And I just have to move and move. The room is so hot, and I'm not wearing a shirt. Sweat runs down my back, and I'm so hard. All the men are staring. They want to touch me, but I don't care. Because you're there, all sleek and beautiful and perfect. And you're watching me, too. And I can't see anybody but you. Don't want anyone else. Ever."

Lex's breath caught in his throat. "God, Clark." His hand moved faster on his cock.

"I touch myself all over, trying to get you to come to me. I run my hands over my hips. Play with my nipples. Rub my cock through my pants. To show you. All yours, only yours."

Lex growled in the back of his throat. "Damned right you're all mine."

"You finally decide to show everybody that. You get up and prowl over to me, slinky and graceful. And I can't breathe. I want you so bad. You get closer and closer, but you don't touch me. I can feel your heat, but not your skin. And I think I'm going to die if you don't put your hands on me. You finally do, your arms around my waist, pulling me against you, and then I know I'm going to die. Because you're everywhere, your body and your mouth and your hands, all over me. And, God, it's too much. Too good."

"I'm going to fuck you so hard." Lex thrust forcefully into his fist.

Clark moaned. "Oh, yeah. Yeah. You open my pants and spin me around. I can feel your hard-on against my ass. The music gets even louder, and we're moving to it. Everybody is still watching. You push my pants down and bite my neck. Because I'm yours. I've never let anybody else fuck me, because it had to be you. Only you. You tease me and tease me, your cock sliding against me, making me crazy. Until you finally just do it, push inside me, make me scream."

"You're so hot and tight. I can't believe how good you feel."

"And you're so big, like I always knew you would be. You fill me up, and it's better than I ever imagined. You fuck me so hard I'm never going to stop feeling it."

Lex panted. There was the familiar heat in the pit of his stomach, the pressure at the base of his cock, the tingling all down his back.

"The other guys are staring and jerking off. But they can only look, not touch. I like that. Like it so much. I'm getting really close..." Clark made a half-strangled noise. Apparently, Lex wasn't the only one on the brink. "And then... Then...You come inside me. Right there on the dance floor. And I...come in my hand. And everybody knows. They know...I belong...to you."

Lex came so hard he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming, pleasure hitting him like a runaway train, wave after wave of come spraying his desk. He collapsed back against his chair, deep shudders running through his body, struggling to catch his breath.

It took a while to pull himself together enough to speak. "Clark?" There was no answer. "Clark? Are you there?"

He heard muffled sounds and then Clark's voice, "Yeah. Sorry. Dropped the phone." He laughed. "I'm kind of a mess here."

Lex smiled softly. "Yeah, me too."

"You're not mad then?"

"I don't think anger is the typical reaction when someone makes your eyes roll back in your head."

"Really?" Clark sounded quite pleased with himself.

"Really."

"So...will I see you tonight?"

Lex thought about all the financial data to wade through and the fourth quarter reports to review and everything else that needed his attention. Then, again, some of the most important business deals happened outside the office, at charity events and art openings and all the places the people who ran the world liked to congregate. He'd been neglecting that part of his CEO duties for too long, not to mention neglecting Clark.

"Be ready at seven. Wear something nice. I'll send the limo for you."

"Cool! Where are we going?"

"Someplace where I can show you off."

He could feel Clark's smile even if he couldn't see it. "I can't wait."

"Me, either. See you soon." He hung up and buzzed his assistant. "Call the organizers of the Metropolis Opera benefit and tell them I will attend after all, along with a guest."

"But you told me to decline that invitation."

Lex sighed. "Well, now I'm telling you to accept it."

"Oh." Marvin sounded rather flummoxed that Lex would actually change his mind. "Okay, then."

Lex rolled his eyes. He had the days marked on his calendar until June returned. The time could not pass quickly enough.

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The limo pulled up in front of LexCorp Tower promptly at 7:30. The driver opened the door and Lex slid inside. Clark smiled at him. He was sleek in a navy suit, his hair smoothed back, making him look older and rather glamorous. Lex pulled him in for slow, lingering kiss.

"Mmm," Clark sighed against his mouth. "I'm so glad to see you."

"Me too. You look amazing."

Clark's cheek went pink. "Thanks."

Lex smiled and kissed him again. It was a delicious contradiction, that the boy who'd shared his raunchiest fantasy over the phone just that morning while they'd both jerked off could blush at a simple compliment.

"So where are we going?" Clark asked, his face bright with curiosity.

"A benefit for the Metropolis Opera. It's a good to make the rounds, shake the right hands."

"Oh." Clark's eyes dropped to the floor.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Clark."

He sighed. "It's just-- It sounds fancy. Not exactly what I'm used to. I don't want to embarrass you."

"Hey." Lex tilted Clark's chin up, making him meet his eye. "You could never embarrass me. There's no need to be nervous."

Clark didn't particularly looked convinced. Lex rubbed his arm. "I know what will help."

He pressed a button on the armrest, and the window separating them from the driver slid closed. He slipped off the seat and onto his knees in front of Clark.

"What are you doing?"

Lex reached for the fly of his pants. "Helping you relax."

Clark sucked in his breath. "God." Lex pulled his cock free from his underwear and went down on him. "Oh, my God!" Clark's cock was instantly hard in his mouth.

They didn't have much time, and Lex wanted it quick and dirty anyway. He liked the way it made Clark clutch at his shoulders, liked the noises that streamed out of him, the way he shook all over when he shot in Lex's mouth, like he was this close to coming apart at the seams.

By the time they pulled up outside the opera house, he was tucking Clark's spent cock back into his pants and wiping the come from his lips. Clark was now appealingly mussed. There were high spots of color in his cheeks. His eyes sparkled, and he looked anything but nervous.

There was a small crowd waiting on the sidewalk when they got out of the limo. Large society gatherings like this attracted the press and curious on-lookers.

Clark reached for his hand, but then quickly pulled away. "Sorry," he whispered. "I wasn't thinking."

Lex took his hand and held on to it firmly as they walked to the entrance. "We wouldn't be here if this wasn't okay."

Clark blinked. "I just assumed--"

"That's one good thing about being a Luthor, Clark." He smiled, showing his teeth. "You can do whatever you want and flaunt it with impunity." He leaned in for a quick kiss. "Besides, how will we make people jealous if they don't know we're lovers?"

"Lovers," Clark repeated, his voice warm, intimate, a smile lighting up his face. If Lex's bisexuality weren't already common knowledge, this would have made it well worth coming out.

Inside, the room was bathed in golden light from the elaborate crystal chandeliers and festooned with enormous flower arrangements in porcelain vases. Tables of food lined the walls, and there were two large bars set up at either end of the room.

"Wow," Clark said. "It's beautiful."

Lex squeezed his hand. "You're beautiful."

This earned him another brilliant smile, and Lex promised himself never to get so caught up in work again that he missed out on this. Clark wouldn't be his forever, and he had to enjoy him while he could.

They got drinks from the bar--Clark a soda, Lex a Scotch--and started to circulate. Lex rested his hand on the small of Clark's back and guided him over to the various people he needed to say hello to. Lex did most of the talking, while Clark smiled charmingly. More than one pair of eyes fastened on Lex with naked envy, much to his satisfaction.

They made a circuit through the room and then took a break, off to one side, enjoying a moment alone. Lex sipped his drink and studied Clark. He looked slightly distracted, like there was something on his mind.

Lex nudged him gently with his elbow. "Hey, everything all right?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. It's just-- I didn't think you'd introduce me to your friends." His voice went soft. "Thanks."

"You know, Clark, I'm not sure these people are exactly friends of mine. But as far as I'm concerned, they're lucky to get to meet you."

Clark's eyes turned a deeper, hotter color, and he leaned in to Lex. Before they could kiss, though, a familiar voice rang out. "Lex! You absolutely must introduce me to this handsome young man."

Lex sighed and plastered a smile on his face. "Mitzi. How nice to see you." He kissed her surgically smoothed cheek.

Mitzi Costner Kidderson was the acknowledged matriarch of Metropolis society, and for whatever reason, Lex had always been a great favorite of hers. He'd landed more than one important client simply based on Mitzi's recommendation of him.

"You're looking quite lovely tonight," he told her. "Where's Edgar? I'm surprised he's not sticking close to discourage your admirers."

She laughed girlishly. "Oh, Lex." She put her hand on his arm. "You're a terrible flatterer." Her wide smile, though, said she didn't mind a bit. "But don't keep me in suspense any longer. I want to meet your charming young friend."

"Of course. Mitzi, this is Clark--" He hesitated. "Smith. Clark Smith. And Clark, this is Mitzi Costner Kidderson, a dear friend."

Clark held out his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Kidderson."

Mitzi took his hand. "Oh, my dear boy. The pleasure is all mine. Has anyone ever told you how absolutely, divinely gorgeous you are?" She waved her hand. "But of course, they have. What am I saying?"

Clark blushed fiercely. "Um. Thanks."

"Oh! And modest, too. How wonderfully endearing. You're just an absolute love." She turned to Lex. "I hope you know how lucky you are."

"I certainly do." He pulled Clark close and kissed him. Clark held himself stiffly at first, obviously not sure they should be doing this in front of a society lady. Lex licked at his lips until Clark sighed and leaned in and kissed back.

Mitzi stared, her eyes wide, a flush spreading along her cheeks. This was obviously more of a thrill than she usually got in her rarefied social circles, and Lex suspected this was exactly why she liked him so much, because he refused to play by anyone else's stuffy rules.

"Well, then. Yes." She recollected herself. "I'd best go say hello to the host, but it was lovely to meet you, Clark."

"You too, Mrs. Kidderson."

"And Lex." She whacked him playfully on the arm with her sequined evening bag. "Don't be a stranger."

He smiled genially. "I hope to see you very soon, Mitzi."

She waved and walked off, and Clark let out his breath. "She seemed nice."

Lex laughed. "Well, she certainly was taken with you."

He was rewarded with an adorable blush and was just about to suggest they call it an evening and head home to more interesting amusements. But unfortunately found himself cornered by Bill Taylor, majority owner of a company LexCorp was trying to do business with.

"Lex Luthor. I thought it was you."

"Bill." Lex held out his hand. "How are you?" The man's grip was clammy, his eyes too bright. Apparently, Bill had been taking full advantage of the open bar.

"I'm doing damned good, Luthor. Damned good." His words were slurred, his voice just a notch too loud. He nodded toward Clark. "Who's your pretty boy?"

Lex smiled coldly. Bill Taylor had to be the biggest horses ass he'd ever met. "This is Clark Smith." He put his hand on Clark's shoulder. "Clark, this is Bill Taylor, a business associate of mine."

Bill shook Clark's hand, holding on too long. Clark leaned closer to Lex, and Lex put his arm possessively around his shoulders.

It was not a particularly subtle gesture, and Bill's face turned a deeper shade of crimson. "I stand to make your friend here quite a bit of money, did he tell you that?"

Clark looked uncertainly at Lex. "Um…well--"

"We don't really discuss business at home, Bill. I'm sure you understand. Marjorie probably isn't any more interested in hearing about it than Clark is."

Bill colored deeply at the mention of his wife. He tended to forget he was married, particularly in the company of attractive young men like Clark. "Of course, that's only if we decide to award LexCorp those contracts. I'm behind you all the way, of course. But I have to tell you, Luthor, my board's not completely convinced."

"Mmm," Lex said dispassionately. "Well, I'm sure if they review the offer they'll find it's more than generous. Far better than any of our competitors are willing to do."

"Business decisions aren't always made on numbers alone, Luthor. You know that. Sometimes, there are--shall we say intangibles--that factor in." He took a deep sip of his drink, leering at Clark over the rim of his glass.

Clark shifted nervously. Lex put a hand on his shoulder. "Weren't you going to go get me another Scotch?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I forgot. I'll just be a minute." He shot Lex a look of gratitude and hurried off to the bar.

Bill watched him go, ogling Clark's ass in a way Lex really didn't appreciate. "Your pretty boy is quite something, Luthor."

"I certainly think so," he said, deserving a Nobel Prize for calm.

"You know, I really would like to award you those contracts."

"I'm confident we can do business to our mutual advantage."

"Yeah, that's the way business is. I scratch your back. You scratch mine. Know what I mean?" He nodded his head in the direction of Clark, who was standing in line at the bar.

Lex's jaw tightened, his polite smile disappearing. He knew perfectly well what the man was suggesting, and the idea of passing Clark around to his business associates to cement deals made him want to be violently sick.

"Pretty much all the scratching I'm going to do, Bill, is to give you a superior product for a competitive price. If you want to take us up on our offer, great. If not, that's fine, too." He nodded curtly. "Goodnight." And went to join Clark.

"Is everything okay?" Clark looked concerned.

"Everything's fine."

"He's not going to give you those contracts, is he?"

"He just likes to bluster. It's nothing to worry about."

"It's because of me. He wanted--" Clark looked down at the floor.

"The guy's an asshole, Clark. He likes to push his weight around. That's all."

"Would you like me to help you with the deal? I could--" He glanced in Bill Taylor's direction. "You know."

"Yes, I do know." He kissed Clark, framing his face with his hands. "And, no, I wouldn’t like that. I wouldn't like it at all." A fiercely possessive note crept into his voice.

Clark looked rather relieved. He moved closer, put his hand on Lex's hip, rubbing his thumb in circles. "Would you like to take me home?"

Lex pressed his lips to Clark's neck and whispered against his ear, "Now, that I would like very much."

Clark smiled and reached for him. They left the same way they'd arrived, holding hands.



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You can read the previous parts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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