Here
in this Place
Written By: Arian
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me; I'm just borrowing them for a little while. I do not profit from their use and make no claim on their ownership.
Author's Note: Written for the absolut_lex challenge. My prompt was Hooker!Lex.
***
He approached the red truck somewhat warily. It was an older model, still in decent condition, but the older the car the less chance there was the person inside could afford him. He'd learned that the hard way. The passenger side window slid down and he leaned up against the door, peering inside while keeping his own face somewhat in the shadows. The young man inside seemed nervous. He kept adjusting his glasses, pushing them up on his nose even though they hadn't budged since the last time he'd fumbled them upwards.
"You lost?" he asked.
"No, I... I was looking for someone to-that is I was hoping that... Um, how much?"
He moved further into the light, letting the bundle of nerves behind the steering wheel get a better look at him. "For you? Three hundred an hour." He watched green eyes widen slightly behind thick, black-framed glasses as they took in his bald head. "Normally it's five; I'm the best Lex Luthor look-alike in this city. But your cute and clearly in over your head. So I'll cut you a break."
"I-"
"You mind if I get in? It's fucking freezing out here." Not waiting for an answer, he slid gracefully into the seat and turned to get a good look at the man he'd shortly be getting naked with. Large hands gripped the steering wheel nervously. Dark curls fell softly around his ears. He was broad and well-built but hidden beneath clothes that had been chosen to disguise rather than enhance. This, he thought, is going to be interesting.
***
He watched the sleeping figure sprawled next to him. Lying on his side, glasses askew with one arm tucked beneath his head and the other stretched across the empty space between them, Lex Luthor watched Clark Kent draw in deep, even breaths. Reaching over, he carefully brushed a stray curl from his face and lifted the glasses away. He truly was breathtaking to look at. Green eyes opened and focused on him.
"You're still here."
"You intrigued me, Clark, and it's much warmer in here than it is out there."
Clark opened his mouth to reply but paused as a thought struck him. "I didn't tell you my name."
"You didn't have to. I know who you are. You're making a name for yourself at the Daily Planet. Tell me, Clark, am I a story?"
Clark reached to push at his glasses only to discover they weren't there. Bereft of anything to fiddle with, Clark's fingers started to pluck at the worn, motel room sheets covering him. "You were supposed to be," he finally said.
"Past tense. What was the angle?"
"Same-sex prostitution."
"And now you aren't going to write it?"
"We didn't have sex."
"But we did have a very intense make-out session."
Clark flushed slightly but was silent, watching the man before him. "You look like him."
"That's why they call me an impersonator." He'd be happy to spend the rest of the night listening to Clark speak. His voice was low and musical, rich.
"Tell me your real name."
"On the record or off?"
"Off, if you prefer."
"I do." Clark watched him expectantly. "You know, your glasses are pretty thick, but you don't seem to be having any trouble without them."
"You're avoiding the subject. I can put them back on if it's that much of a distraction," he said with a small grin.
"Don't you dare put those hideous things back on."
Clark laughed, continuing to watch him. Even his laugh was lyrical.
He leaned in close. "The truth?"
"I'd like that."
"Alexander Joseph Luthor," he whispered.
Clark's hand rose and his fingers brushed against the scar gracing Lex's lip before moving up to stroke slowly across the bare flesh of his scalp. "Why?" he asked simply
"What else would the disowned and disinherited son of Lionel Luthor do to make a living?"
"Take the business world by storm."
"I am. I'm just starting from the bottom," he said seriously. Clark stared at him blankly before erupting into bright, incredulous laughter.
"Starting from the bottom?" he managed to gasp, still laughing. Lex grinned at him and pushed playfully at his chest.
Lex sobered after a minute and sat up in the bed, leaning back against the headboard. "My father made it known in the business world what would happen if anyone associated with me," he began quietly. "I was shocked at how many people are so afraid of him."
"I wondered about that. You're a brilliant businessman, Lex, and I could never figure out why you disappeared."
Outside, the low rumble of approaching thunder could be heard moments before the sky opened up and the sound of rain pounding on the motel roof reached their ears. Lex glanced at the red LCD display of the clock by the bed. He'd already been here two hours longer than he should have been.
Clark caught his glance and sat up next to him. "Don’t go back out in the rain," he said simply.
"A guy's got to make a living, Clark."
"And staying inside where it's dry and warm for one night will ruin you?"
"No, but I do have my own place, Clark. It's easy enough to just go home. Besides, you paid for two hours and I've been here four. I should go." Lex pretended not to see the flicker of emotion in Clark's eyes as he spoke.
"I can drive you home. If you want?"
The corner of Lex's mouth quirked up at the suggestion. "No, Clark, I can walk. It isn't far."
"Then let me walk with you."
Lex laughed. "You're persistent, aren't you?"
"You have no idea."
Lex considered his options. He could stay in bed with the beautiful man next to him, out of the cold and the rain. Or he could walk the 10 blocks back to his shithole apartment and get soaked through in the process. "I'll stay," he agreed. Who knows, he thought, I might even tell him this isn't the first time we've met.
***
Lex woke the next morning to the gentle patter of a drizzling rain on the motel roof. During the night he and Clark had made their way into each other's arms and he now found himself working to extract his limbs without waking the other man. It had been longer than he could remember since he had spent the night and just slept with someone.
He dressed silently and padded across the room to pick up Clark's glasses from where they'd fallen from the bedside table to the floor. Noticing the lack of distortion through the lenses, Lex quirked an eyebrow and glanced at the sleeping man. Who are you hiding from, Clark Kent?
The sheet had slipped to Clark's waist and one foot had found its way free of the covers. Lex paused by the door long enough to watch as Clark, sprawled on his back with limbs akimbo, twisted to his side and mumbled something about deadlines. Easing the door open and stepping out into the cool, morning rain, Lex made his way to the street and started walking towards home.
***
Time passed and autumn rain turned to winter snow. As if to defy nature, Lex kept his head bare, his hands ungloved and his jacket unzipped just enough to show a potential client a glimpse of pale throat. He didn’t get sick, hadn't gotten sick since the meteor shower, so what did it matter?
He had watched the papers obsessively for weeks, waiting for the day his name would appear in print next to the words "male prostitute." But it never happened. There had been an article on same-sex prostitution a week after his encounter with Clark, but it had been written by Chloe Sullivan with no mention of him at all.
When the battered, red truck pulled up in front of him again four months later, Lex turned and started to walk away. His stomach dropped and he berated himself for running. Luthors didn't run. But these days, Luthors did a lot of things they wouldn’t normally.
"Wait, please?"
He paused, his body remembering the sound of that voice in his ear and matching it with the sensation of a large hand stroking his back.
"I can't stop thinking about you."
***
It wasn't the same room as before, but it may as well have been. The same gaudy curtains that didn't quite block the neon glow of the vacancy sign or the cut of headlights sweeping across the street outside, the same scratchy sheets and threadbare covers with pillows that smelled of old sweat and stale cigarette smoke. The florescent light in the bathroom hummed loudly, but neither man cared enough to slip out of bed and turn it off.
"Why didn't you break the story, Clark?" Lex's eyes were half-closed
as he leaned into Clark's fingers stroking down his cheek. "Lex Luthor
turned whore would have made your career."
"And ended any chance you had of regaining yours."
"You don’t know me, why does my future matter to you?"
"I don’t know how to explain it, Lex."
"Try."
Clark dropped his hand to Lex's hip, absently fingering the pilled cotton sheet covering pale skin, a ghost of a moment from months before. He shook his head helplessly.
"For a reporter, you think you'd be better with words." Lex kissed the smile that rose to Clark's lips. "Did you know we had met before that night, Clark?"
"I'd like to think I'd remember that," was the murmured response as soft, dry kisses trailed across Lex's neck.
"You saved my life once."
Clark drew back, studying the man before him with interest. "The bridge?" he finally asked. "That was you?"
"I came to thank you, but your father made it clear that I was to stay far away from you."
"There was nothing about it in the papers. I looked every day for a month."
"Why?"
"To find out if you were alright. To find out who you were."
Lex leaned forward to kiss Clark. "Obviously, I survived."
"Which worked out well for me," Clark added.
***
Cool, lube-coated fingers caressed the skin behind his balls, moving backwards to circle and finally penetrate him. Clark arched into the touch and let his knees fall further apart. Another finger joined the first and crooked to stroke across his prostate, driving him up onto his elbows with a gasp. Lex grinned and ran the palm of his free hand along Clark's inner thigh before adding a third finger.
"Ready," Clark gasped.
Lex leaned down and briefly swirled his tongue around the head of Clark's cock as he withdrew his fingers and shifted his body forward. Lining himself up with Clark's body, Lex slowly began to press forward, taking his time, watching the myriad of expressions crossing his partner's face.
Clark's body opened readily beneath him, the golden expanse of muscled flesh and roaming hands offering him everything, and Lex took all that the other man had to give. This wasn't about just fucking anymore, he realized as he bottomed out inside of Clark, holding still until he adjusted to Lex's size. This was about reclaiming what was lost. He watched as green eyes fell closed.
Every couple weeks, Clark had sought him out and they made their way to what each thought of as "their" motel. It had become a ritual through the winter and well into spring. It was almost summer time now, and Lex no longer accepted money from Clark. He had stopped after the third time Clark had come looking for him. It had been only sex, back then, but somehow it hadn't felt right to accept payment.
Looking down at the man spread before him, eyes now wide and staring at him as he pushed in and pulled out in a grueling rhythm, Lex knew this was something he'd never had before. This was love.
"You look happy," Clark whispered, wrapping his legs around Lex and smoothing his hands across the pale, hairless chest above him.
Lex grinned, his usually stormy eyes bright. He brought his hand between them and grasped Clark's cock, matching the beat of his thrusts. "I am."
"Good."
"Clark?" Clark hummed in response, his eyes closing again, his head falling back against the pillow beneath it. "I don't want to stay here tonight." Anyone else would have failed to notice the minute shift between pleasure and tension and back again in Clark's body.
"Okay."
Lex smiled again and lined Clark's jaw with closed-mouth kisses. "I want to go home. And I want you to come with me." He twisted his wrist as he stroked up and over the head of Clark's cock, angling his thrusts to brush across his prostate. Clark bucked beneath him, spilling warmth over Lex's hand.
"Come home with me, Clark." He could feel Clark relaxing back onto the bed as his own climax raced through him. Lex fell forward, resting his forehead against Clark's shoulder.
"Okay, Lex." Lex looked up to a blinding grin. "But only if we shower first." Clark followed the sound of Lex's laughter from the bed to the shower, grinning when Lex turned back to look at him.
"You know, Clark, I could get used to having you around."
"Good, because I plan to stick around for a while."
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