Day Seventeen: Favors

Lex had barely stepped into the room, when he was pushed hard against the wall. Frantic hands tore at his shirt, buttons flying.

“What are you...” He was cut off by the tongue delving deeply in his mouth.

Hot, thick desire slammed into him. Aching need exploded and rocked him to his very being. Blocking every thought from his mind. The pressure from the hard body grinding against his own was intoxicating. A deep hunger threatened to overwhelm him, to usurp his control.

He silenced the proteset that sprang to his lips when the kiss ended.

Hot breathe caressed his jaw. Large hands cupping his face as gently kisses were placed on each eyelid.

“They're watching,” was whispered in his ear. Lex could only nod as Clark moved to knell before him. Strong fingers made quick work of his belt, the sound of the zipper maddeningly loud in the quiet of the room. His body twitched when Clark's hand wrapped around his cock. A few tentative strokes before a quick flick of tongue.

Another brief taste. Moist heat immersed him completely.

A shiver rolled down his spine, his breathe growing more ragged at every pull on his cock. His arm felt heavy as he raised it to thread his fingers in the silky hair in front of him. His eyes opened on a gasp as the head of his cock touched the back of the tight hot throat engulfing him. Blue eyes met green for just an instant before he closed his eyes once again. He tried to remember how it had come to this, where it had all started, but his mind was foggy as pleasure seeped through him.

They had met at a little diner on the outskirts of Metropolis. Clark had called him the day before asking to meet. He had been evasive, he needed Lex to meet him and no one could know. Clark's tone had made him nervous. They hadn't seen each other since Clark went back to school in the fall. The silence had concerned him actually. They had seemed to be closer than ever during the summer. Maybe, even on the verge of something more.

It was a shock seeing Clark. He looked unkempt, haggard even. His hair was longer than normal, curling at the nape of his neck, bangs falling over his eyes. His face was dusted with a light five o'clock shadow. His jeans were tight, but not as tight as the black t-shirt he was wearing under his leather jacket.

“Thanks for meeting me like this.” Clark's voice was low. His usual smile absent. Lex felt his chest tighten. This couldn't be good.

“What's going on? You sounded strange on the phone.” Lex tried to keep his tone light. He didn't want to show the apprehension gripping him. Clark nervously looked around
the diner. Lex resisted the urge to look around also. He didn't even know what he was looking for anyway.

“I need you to do something for me.” Lex let out the breathe he hadn't been aware he was holding. A favor. This was familiar territory. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Clark.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the wet popping noise his cock made as it left Clark's mouth.

His abdomen clenched as Clark's broad tongue seared it's way up his stomach. The hiss couldn't be controlled when Clark began to fuck his belly button. Hot darting stabs followed a swipe of tongue. Repeated several times until he felt incoherent.

His knees turned to jell-o when Clark bite his nipple. He had never imagined that Clark's tongue would be so hot. The small licks between bites were soothing and oh so very distracting.

As Clark slowing licked his way up Lex's body the roaring in his ears became louder. A hard suck on his neck, Clark inhaled deeply before warm breathe tickled his ear.

“You smell so good. But not as good as you taste.” He had never been so hard in his life.

“You want me to what?” He must have heard wrong. His mind couldn't wrap around the words he thought Clark had spoken.

“I'm investigating a prostitution ring and I need you to buy me.” Yes, that's what he had heard the first time too. He should have discouraged Clark when he wanted to become a Journalism major. He had known nothing good could come from it at the time. He had let himself be swayed by Clark's enthusiasm and now it was biting him in the ass.

“Have you lost your mind?” It hadn't come out high pitched, he was sure.

Clark sighed and slumped deeper into the booth. Lex tried to keep his expression neutral, tried not to let his mouth hang open, as he listened to Clark' s account of the last six weeks. An internship at The Daily Planet had become available, there was one opening and he was competing against Chloe and someone named Matt Andrews. He filed the last name away for future reference. He had received a led on a male prostitution ring at a Nightclub in Metropolis. Clark began hanging out at the club, he was considered a regular, everyone knew Clark.

Clark, a regular at a nightclub.

“I owe them money. They told me I could work it off. I need you Lex.” Clark's wide eyes pleaded with him.

“I could just give you...”

“No!” Clark's tone was desperate, “I really need this story. Please Lex, just do this for me.” Refusal wasn't an option.

His breathe was ragged. His eyes fixed on Clark's long fingers. Watching Clark slowly undress was torture. Fingers lazily releasing one button at a time. Heated stares between ever button. He wanted Clark to move faster, to take it all off, right now.

But he was afraid to speak. Afraid to break the spell they both must be under. The last button was flicked open. A sliver of golden skin shone in the soft light.

His mouth suddenly dry, he licked his lips to no avail. Clark moved toward the bed, his shirt falling to the floor. He could only stare as the pants followed. Clark was naked before him. His fantasies hadn't done this scene justice. Clark was even more beautiful than he had imagined and he had a very good imagination.

Clark laid down on the bed. He smiled shyly up at Lex and beckoned him with an outstretched hand.

“Come here.” Lex's body moved without thought. He couldn't have resisted even if he wanted to, but he didn't want to resist, not at all.

The pounding of the music wasn't helping the headache Lex had been nursing all day. It had taken everything in him to not investigate on his own. Metropolis was his town. One phone call was all it would take. Doing favors for Clark was always more difficult than it should be.

Lex looked around the club. Bodies gyrated on the dance floor. Everyone lost in the music and each other. It took a moment for his mind to register what his eyes beheld. There were no women. Clark was a regular at a gay bar.

Would Clark ever stop surprising him?

Lex spotted the entrance to the back rooms.

“I'm here to see Kal.” Kal. What kind of alias was that anyway?

“You must be Lex. He's in room 3, go on back.” The guard opened the door. Lex was a bit stunned, but walked into the back room. What kind of prostitution ring was this? They didn't even want the money upfront?

He walked down the corridor to room 3. Pausing outside to steady himself. Nothing felt right about this situation. Nothing was ever as it seemed with Clark.

The door was jerked open before he could knock. Clark stared at him for a moment, Lex thought he saw something flash behind his eyes, but it was gone too fast for him to read.

“Come in.” Lex stepped into the room and was immediately slammed against the wall. The click of the door and lock echoing in his head.

Sinking into Clark was everything and more than Lex had ever imagined. The hot, tight heat was almost unbearable. He felt the quivery promise of release almost before he started to move. So much for self-control. The only saving grace was the fire in Clark's eyes. He wasn't the only one barely hanging on.

The room seemed static around them. The only thing he was aware of was Clark. The feel of his body encasing him, long legs wrapped around his waist, hard cock rubbing against his stomach. Their bodies moved in time with each other, new and yet so familiar.

He told himself to hold on, make it last longer.

Release ripped threw him, so fast it almost surprised him. He moved faster as Clark's body convulsed around him. Reached between them to grasp Clark's cock. It jerked in his hand and Clark tightened around him, his hand and Clark's stomach covered in slickness.

His breathing slowed and he lowered his head onto Clark's shoulder. Clark moaned in disappointment when he pulled gently out and moved beside him on the bed.

“Are you ok?” Clark's voice was soft, tentative.

“Yeah. Just a little overwhelmed.” This had been the most confusing two days of his life, and that was saying a lot.

“You're not sorry are you?” There was a desperation and neediness in Clark's voice that Lex never wanted to hear again.

“No. I'm not sorry. Just a little confused.” He hated admitting to being unsure. Hated showing uncertainty, even with Clark.

“I mean, they didn't even ask for the money.”

“Um, Lex, about that. There's something I need to tell you.” Lex wasn't sure how he felt about the sheepish smile on Clark's face.

The End.