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Taking a Gamble Author: JacynRebekah When Lex last saw Clark, he'd told him, "It isn't that I don't want you there, Clark. Hell, I'd rather hang out with you than entertain most of these sycophants." Clark had appeared dubious. "It's just, well, a different crowd than you're used to. I wouldn't want you to feel -- uncomfortable." Lex knew what his associates would think of Clark. He didn't want to risk Clark being embarrassed by someone's lewd comments. Besides, Lex was still unclear about Clark's feelings and he wasn't about to risk the tentative détente that kept them friends for the off chance of something more. "If you don't like them, then why..." Clark wondered. "I've got a certain reputation to protect. These are all people who hate my father, but like me, and the networking will be good for LexCorp." The fact of the matter was that Lex dreaded the party. It was certain to be an evening of forced fun for all the attendees and boredom for Lex. He didn't want to submit Clark to a similar evening. Between that and the assumptions his colleagues would make, he'd decided it would be best not to invite Clark at all. Now it seemed that Clark's feelings were hurt. "Oh, OK, Lex, I understand." But Clark hadn't sounded as though he really understood. Lex felt a twinge of guilt at Clark's dejected expression. With feigned nonchalance, Lex had chatted awhile about the party hoping to make it sound less appealing to Clark. There was to be a Monte Carlo casino replicated in the ballroom and all the winnings would be go towards the Smallville Children's charity. Unfortunately, the more he talked the more appealing he imagined Clark found the idea of the party. Even so, it seemed to Lex that, as Clark left, he looked happier than when he'd come in. His face was set, as though he'd come to a decision. Lex certainly wasn't looking forward to the evening. He
gambled enough with his business ventures, he didn't need to do it for
fun. The networking was important, and it would be foolish not to take
this opportunity to reinforce somewhat dubious loyalties. *** Lex wasn't completely surprised when Enrique whispered to him that Clark was waiting in the office. The evening had been unbearably boring and Lex had found himself drinking much more than he should have simply to entertain himself. Clark's sudden arrival was a welcome diversion. "Hi, Lex," Clark said as Lex entered. "I was wondering if I could come to your party after all?" Clark looked eager, hopeful, young and very well dressed in burgundy silk and slim black trousers. Lex swallowed. "You look ready for a party," he said finally. Clark shifted uncomfortably. "I didn't mean to crash or anything. I just thought you might be bored..." Clark's voice trailed off, and Lex observed that the conviction that had brought him here seemed to be wavering. "Do you know how to play blackjack, Clark?" "Yeah." Clark's smile was huge, warm, inviting. Lex shook himself, clearing his head of inappropriate thoughts. "Well, come on then." Definitely too drunk to make good choices, Lex thought as he led Clark to the tables. *** Lex stood next to the bar, ostensibly to be available to any guests who wished to chat, but really because it was the best vantage point in the room from which to keep on eye on Clark. The evening passed smoothly enough. In between business conversations, Lex watched Clark unconsciously flirt, charming old dowagers. Lex knew for sure he was drunk when he thought that being on the receiving end of Clark's smile was like having the sun shine only for you. Clark chatted easily with the wives of a couple of men with whom Lex was trying to close a business deal. Under Lex's watchful eye, Clark encouraged them to put much more on the line at the roulette table than they otherwise would have. He could practically hear Clark telling them that all the proceeds went to charity, so no matter how much they might bet, everyone still won. Lex set down his drink and made a circuit of the room, checking that he hadn't missed anyone that he really needed to talk to. Shortly, satisfied that he'd spoken to everyone of importance, Lex sidled up to Clark, maybe a little closer than was really necessary. "Having fun?" He murmured into Clark's ear, smiling when Clark jumped a little in surprise. "Lex! What are you doing? Want to play with us?" Clark smiled at the two women on his other side, though they seemed thoroughly involved in their game of blackjack. "Sure, Clark." Lex, stepped back, afraid that all bets would be off in such close proximity to Clark's warmth. Control was important, he'd never give Clark anything Clark didn't ask for. God, he was drunk. "I missed you, Lex," Clark said softly, moving back in to fill the space Lex had created between them. "I hoped I'd see more of you tonight." A little surprised, Lex watched Clark carefully, taking time to form a response. "What time do you have to be home? Maybe you could stay and play a few hands with me after we close this establishment." Lex hoped his smile was casual, friendly and not the shark's predatory leer that surely should have accompanied his question. "My parents are gone," Clark answered, too quickly. "I could stay and play." He flushed a little and Lex wondered if betting on Clark's interest was a sure thing after all. *** Lex barely hesitated before telling the dealers to stop taking bets now instead of the time they had set earlier, gave gracious thanks for the efficient and professional way the staff swept everyone out of the mansion, while never making anyone feel rushed or dismissed. He'd certainly give everyone on his staff a raise and the hired help a bonus tomorrow. The good-byes seemed to take forever as Lex stood at the door, shaking hands, assuring future contact over many promising business deals Finally he found himself alone with Clark. Clark sat at one of the Blackjack tables, shuffling cards, a half -finished glass of juice next to him. Lex went to the bar and poured himself a glass of water before joining Clark. "Ready to play?" Clark asked, his smile eager and innocent. He picked up his glass and drained it. "Sure, Clark. What are you drinking there?" Lex nodded at the glass. "Oh," Clark looked into the empty glass, "Mrs. Richards said it was a 'mimosa.' Tastes like juice, though." "Clark Kent," Lex chuckled, "don't you know that underage drinking is illegal?" "So is gambling," Clark smirked back. "Not if you have the proper permits," Lex replied. Clark held up the cards, "Is this what you want to play?" "Whatever you want, Clark. We'll do whatever you want." "Strip poker?" Clark's eyes twinkled mischievously. Lex paused, unbelieving. It couldn't be this easy. Laughter bubbled up inside him. Clark joined him, each pushing the other closer to the edge until they were both nearly hysterical with laughter. Nervous energy pulsed through the air around them as they laughed, an impending sense of...eventuality. Lex took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and Clark followed suit. Still giggling, Clark looked up, and Lex realized just how close their faces were. Lex actually felt himself flush, it must be all the drinks. It would be so easy to just lean in. No, he shouldn't. Clark's eyes fell shut, and he slowly leaned closer and closer. "Don't you dare kiss me," Lex whispered. "What? Why?" Clark blurted, clearly startled. "Because I don't think I'll ever recover if you do," Lex said against Clark's lips, as he twined his fingers into dark curls, pressing his lips to Clark's ripe, cherry mouth. Clark's lips were sweet and a little sticky from the juice and champagne he had been drinking. Lex wondered, just for a second if this was happening because Clark was drunk but he decided he didn't care as Clark's tongue snaked between his lips. The kiss quickened, the heat became intense. They pushed at each other, trying to take more in. Clark's glass fell over as they bumped the black jack table. Clark turned a little to look, pulling his lips from Lex's. "I'm sorry, I..." Clark stammered. "No talking. Kissing." Lex twisted his fingers hard in Clark's hair pulling the red lips back. He could feel Clark falling into him as they kissed, explored. Clark's hands ran up his back, their touch of electric. Clark tugged, freeing Lex's shirt from his waistband. Lex pulled back and ripped open the front of Clark's shirt, losing buttons and tearing the fabric. Clark was bared, the skin of his chest smooth. Lex leaned down and tongued Clark's nipple, tasting Ivory Soap and salt. Clark moaned, stumbling backwards and Lex bit the nipple hard to keep contact. "Fuck, Lex." "Too hard?" Lex asked, afraid he'd made the wrong decision, taken this too far. "No. More." Clark's eyes were heavy, dark, he was offering his body up to Lex and Lex knew, no matter how high the stakes, he couldn't stop now. "Take off your pants." Lex watched while Clark silently stripped off the rest of his clothes. He pulled Clark to him, running his tongue over Clark's shoulder. "Is this how you want it, Clark?" Lex bit hard into Clark's shoulder. "Please, Lex. Please." Clark pushed hard against him, frantically trying to pull Lex to him, to take as much as Lex would give him. It was overwhelming. Lex knew he would make Clark give him everything, he'd take everything Clark had to offer and give it back in spades. The game had begun. "Please what, Clark?" "I just want, want..." Clark looked lost, aroused, scared, needy. "...touch me. Let me touch you." Clark tugged at Lex's shirt, pulling him back in. Lex resisted, not wanting to rush unbuttoning his shirt. They were close, but not too close for Clark to watch as Lex put cufflinks in his pocket, and slowly slid out of his white shirt, leaving it on the floor behind him. Lex didn't have to ask any more questions. He could see in the way that Clark watched him that Clark would do what ever he wanted. He moved back in, as anxious to feel Clark's skin as Clark seemed to feel his. Clark kissed with more passion than dexterity. Their teeth clacked as Clark pushed too hard. Lex found himself excited too quickly by Clark's enthusiasm. He wanted to make this last. To make Clark work for it. "You want to touch me?" Lex asked. "Please." This was too easy. Lex stepped back, his hand stopping Clark as Clark moved toward him. Clark froze, clearly unsure what was happening. Lex unclasped his pants, and slid the zipper quietly down. He pushed his boxers down just enough to reveal his cock, stroking it slowly while Clark watched. "Is this what you want, Clark?" Clark only nodded in response, his eyes wide, nervous. "Get down on your knees." Clark obeyed, kneeling carefully, just barely close enough. He reached up, a little cautious. "No," Lex said, "you can't touch it with your hands. Only your mouth." Clark hesitated. Lex stepped closer. He stroked the tip of his cock across Clark's cheek. Clark closed his eyes for a second, his face flushing. Lex moved, grazing his cock lightly over Clark's swollen lips and up the other cheek. "Don't really want it?" He asked the kneeling boy and Clark's tongue darted out to moisten his lips. "Please, " Clark whispered, wide-eyed, "I need more than that. Tell me you want it." "I want it, Lex." The truth of the statement was evident in the scrape of lust roughening Clark's voice. Lex grazed his dick over Clark's lips again, stepping back when Clark reached for it with his mouth. "No. Not good enough. Tell me what you really want. If you can't say it, you can't do it, Clark." "I want," Clark swallowed, "I want...your cock." "Want it? Want to take it and keep it? Want to have one just like it?" Lex mocked, knowing he was being cruel, but it was too delicious to see Clark like this. "In my mouth. I want to taste you, Lex." Clark looked up, eyes pleading, obviously hoping this would be enough. Lex shook his head, smiling. "I want to suck your cock. Please. Oh god. Lex, please, let me have you." Lex put his hand on Clark's head, pushing it to the side as Clark leaned into him. Clark's hair tickled Lex' dick as it brushed past Clark's ear. "How bad do you want it? Are you willing to work for it, Clark?" Clark sat back up, eyes on Lex's cock, rather than his face. He nodded. "Put your hands behind your back and clasp them together. I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth." Clark's lips parted as he complied, hands white-knuckled behind his back. Hot cherry pie lips slid over his cock head and Lex gasped, surprised at the heat of Clark's mouth. He tried to hold still as Clark explored, adjusted. Licked over him a little too softly, not sucking quite hard enough when he took Lex in his mouth. Lex turned his hand, his fingers knotting into Clark's dark curls. He pushed Clark's face hard against him, feeling Clark start and gag a little as Lex entered his throat. He looked down to see tear-filled ocean colored eyes staring up longingly at him. Lex felt Clark's throat work as he swallowed and relaxed around Lex. He nodded, just barely, telling Lex to keep going. Lex closed his eyes and fucked into Clark's hot mouth, bucking his hips hard, barely believing this was real. Lex came violently, shuddering against Clark. Clark struggled a little and come crept out of the corners of his mouth as he tried to swallow. But Clark was still eager, still trying to please. He licked carefully at everything that escaped as Lex pulled back. Not letting go of Clark's hair, Lex pulled him up, kissing Clark as brutally as he'd just fucked him. Clark's hands remained carefully clasped behind his back. As they kissed, Lex smiled a little, amused by how well Clark followed instructions. He reached back and pried the hands apart, bringing one to his hip as they kissed, letting Clark touch until the taste of Lex's come became one thing between them. Clark stroked Lex, seeking, reaching, full of want. Finally Lex broke the kiss as Clark started to grind his cock into Lex's hip. "No, Clark," Lex whispered, "I want you to do something for me, first." "Lex?" "Here." Lex stepped them back until Clark was leaning against the roulette table. He carefully took Clark's hand off him and stepped back to see the whole picture. Not just Clark, but wholesome small town Clark, naked, cock flushed, erect, pulsing, leaning back, the picture of need in a room full of half finished drinks, bright lights and game pieces. Lex had gambled when he'd told Clark not to kiss him. Lex had always been good with odds. And pushing other competitors to the edge. "Touch yourself," Lex commanded. "Lex, I want *you*," Clark whimpered. "Good, then you can tell me about it while you stroke that lovely cock." Clark's hesitation was less than before, he was still eager and so very clearly needed to come himself. He reached down, cupping his balls and brought his other hand up the length of his cock. Clark looked up, his eyes meeting Lex's as he stroked a little harder. "Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself, Clark?" "Oh, god." Clark stroked slower. His eyes closed for a second. He met Lex's, met the challenge when he opened them. His focus was intense and Lex felt his cock start to stir already. "Lex, I...um," Clark's hand slowed. "Tell me, Clark. You just let me come in your mouth, surely you can tell me your fantasies." "It's not usually like this. At home, I do it, um, I do it in the barn a lot." Clark's hand started to move, his eyes, locked on Lex's started to glaze a little. He stroked a little harder, obviously remembering the time he spent in the barn. "I think about you, Lex," Clark's voice was ragged, sex catching in it like burrs in a horse's mane, clinging. "I think about you coming in and finding me. Like this." Clark's hand clenched on his cock. "I think about you coming in. You pause at the top of the stairs and watch me for a second before I realize you are there." Lex smiled, "You like me watching, don't you?" "Oh, god." Clark jerked a little harder. Lex could see the tension moving through Clark's body. "Tell me." "You stand at the top of the stairs. When I open my eyes, you move toward me and put your hand over mine. My hand slips down as you touch me." "You want me to touch you?" Lex saw Clark's desire turn fierce behind his eyes. "Please, Lex." He begged so beautifully. Lex pretended to think, just for second. "No," he said finally, "I want to watch you this first time. Tell me what you want, Clark." "Fuck, Lex, I..." Lex cut him off. "Tell me," he repeated. "You touch me, Lex. Your hand runs over my cock. You kiss me while you touch, squeezing, jacking me harder." Clark's hand responded to his own words. Lex could see that he was close. "You let me fuck your hand, Lex, your tongue in my mouth and then, then," Clark gasped, his breathing labored, hard. Lex's cock was up now. He reached down and stroked it once, drawing Clark's attention to it. "Lex. Lex. Your, you, it's your hand, hard, and you stop kissing me and lean down..." Clark was panting hard, his hand blurring over his cock while he tugged his balls. "Clark?" "Fuck! God, I, you lean down your lips on my cock and..." Clark collapsed back against the table as come sprayed up over his stomach on to his chest. He pulled a little more, slowing down, whimpering at his own touch. Lex advanced and pulled Clark roughly up. He ran his hand through the sticky mess on Clark's chest and pushed his now slick fingers into Clark's mouth. Clark sucked enthusiastically. "Is it good, Clark? Does it taste different than me?" Lex asked as he licked a little off his fingers before claiming Clark's mouth. This kiss was gentle, and meant to be a thank you for everything Clark had just given Lex. Lex had risked everything on this million to one bet with Clark. And he'd won. Clark had freely given Lex everything he'd ever hoped for. Now it was time to pay Clark back. "Come upstairs with me?" Lex asked as he broke the kiss. He gentled his hands over Clark's body, willing Clark to feel that it was his turn now, to take anything he wanted from Lex. Clark nodded, smiling, still eager, and followed Lex as they left the gaming floor littered with clothes for the help to chatter over. ~finis~ Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to their owners/creators/copyright holders. This fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights. |
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