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“What the hell!?” A muscular man screamed as Clark shoved him away from Lex and watched him fall to the floor.
Lex’s back was to his book shelf and he was gasping for air, wheezing and coughing.
The man who was now on the floor had, moments ago, been flush against Lex, his huge hand wrapping around the delicate column of muscle, arteries, spine and flesh. Clark could still see where the man’s fingers had imprinted the red marks they’d left behind on Lex’s pale skin.
“Are you fucking psycho?!” The man on the floor shouted as if Clark had done something wrong.
“Clark,” Lex croaked but his voice was not back online, so all he could do was watch as Kent hauled his lover up by his shirt and prepare to smash his face in. Because he couldn’t really talk yet, he leaned forward and put a hand on Clark’s right bicep.
Kent was busy shouting at the man who was about the same size as him.
“I wanted it,” Lex whispered just as Clark’s mouth was opening to rain down even more inquiries and accusations.
Lex knew that there was no way Clark could hear him over the din of his own outrage, and yet, the flannel-clad young man stopped.
“He hired me you imbecile," the “attacker” finally managed to get in.
But the words weren’t landing for Clark. He’d heard them. They made sense in the abstract. So why couldn’t he reconcile what the guy was saying?
Lex had hired him?
“Hired you for what? To do what?”
“To fuck him moron,” he was wrenching himself out of Clark’s grasp and was only able to because Kent was so confused. “He hired me to choke him. It’s what gets him off.”
Then the guy’s face changed. He was worried - scared even. He turned to look at Lex. “I…I’m sorry…I know I signed the NDA but he was going to kill me,” he gestured at Clark.
“Get out,” Lex said solidly.
The guy’s mouth opened as if he were going to protest, but one look between Clark and Lex and he knew better. He cleared his throat and moved towards the door, scooping up his jacket before leaving.
His absence sucked the air out of the room like a vacuum. Clark and Lex were left to come to terms with the revelations of the apparent prostitute? Sex worker? Gigolo? Clark’s mind was reeling.
Lex paid for sex?
Was that what he’d walked in on? Really? Sex? It didn’t look like it. At least not how Clark thought of it.
Lex rubbed his neck and prayed that the marks he was sure would be there would dissipate but he knew it was too soon. He knew this was “too much” for the farm boy, the question is, how the fuck did he manage to even get in?
Was it stupid to do a ‘scene’ in his study? Yes. But the mansion was locked down tighter than Fort Knox. It was beyond baffling that Clark would either know he was “in trouble” or even be able to “save him.”
“The fuck are you doing here,” he seethed. Part of him wanted to be ‘gentle’ with the farm boy but his embarrassment was just at a boiling point. “You have no right to barge into my home,” his voice was raspy, but even so, he still had the gravitas he normally did.
Embarrassment was coursing through Clark so strongly that he struggled to find his words. His mouth gaped open and then shut like a fish out of water.
“Get out,” Lex ordered.
Clark felt like his legs had turned to lead. Still, he turned and was willing to go.
Almost.
He stopped.
Lex’s presence behind him was like a magnet so powerful he couldn’t get away from it.
“What, are you waiting for an invitation to fuck off?” Even Lex was thrown off, struggling not to show emotion as he tried to regain his footing with reality. An ‘invitation to fuck off?’ God, that sounded so stupid, but it had come out of his mouth.
“You certainly didn’t need an invitation to break in,” he muttered, trying to recover.
“Lex,” Clark turned back towards him and put his hands in his pockets. He was shoving his hands so deep into the denim that he heard the fibers creak with his superhearing.
“You can’t do that again…”
“Excuse me?” Lex’s face was splashed with shock. Had he just hallucinated? “Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can and can’t do in my own home?” He raged, taking two quick steps forward until he was chest to chest with Clark.
“No I mean…it’s not safe,” Clark tried, his voice low.
Lex paused for a moment and then burst out in raucous, incredulous laughter. Are you fucking kidding me?
“Look at your neck Lex!” he waved animatedly at Lex’s bruised skin. Of course he could never admit that he had also x-rayed Lex’s neck to make sure nothing was truly damaged, but the man had done enough. Clark could see irritation on Lex’s esophagus and the broken vessels that would lead to impressive bruising.
“He was inexperienced. A brute. It will never happen again,” Lex said sourly.
“No, it won’t, because I won’t let it.”
Heavy silence flooded the space between them. Clark’s words landed like a challenge though that’s not how he had intended them.
“What, are you going to cock block me for life Kent?” Lex tilted his head, his gray eyes glittering with a dare of their own.
Clark swallowed and took a breath. “I…I can’t let you…”
“Fuck?”
“Get hurt,” he countered.
“Well I hate to tell you Clark, but I need it to get off sometimes. The best I can do is once a month, but I need it at least that much,” Lex admitted, unsure why he was divulging his secrets if for no other reason than it was painting Clark’s marble features in the most exquisite pink hue.
“Then I’ll do it,” Clark found himself saying.
He watched as Lex’s expression shifted in slow motion. First disbelief, then skepticism as if he were being tricked somehow. The skepticism was replaced by consideration. And then…acceptance?
“You’re going to get me off?” Lex purred.
Clark shifted his weight and begged his blood not to flow south.
“That may involve seeing my cock Clark. Watching me orgasm,” his voice was velvet, each syllable purred until Clark could almost taste the mousse and champagne shape of the words.
“If…if it keeps you safer…” Clark tried. It sounded weak even to his own ears.
“And you know what about breath play? What of the dom/sub world? What of choking?”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck…
Clark tried not to swear, even mentally but it was difficult.
If he wanted to show Lex that he could pick up this…mantle…then he’d have to prove he could do it.
“I’ve studied anatomy extensively,” he ventured. “I know you…”
What he didn’t say was that he could use his x-ray vision and superior hearing to monitor lex’s breath, his heartbeats, to watch internally what he was doing externally.
“You know me enough to hate me.”
Those words landed harder. Clark’s expression shifted and there was a sadness behind his eyes. Lex hated that he’d put it there, but nothing he said was false.
“Things between us are complicated,” Clark ceded.
“And I’m going to give you free reign to wring my neck.”
Lex was so close.
Clark could smell his minty breath. He wondered if he’d kissed the man. He tried not to think about how much that…sex worker…looked like him. It was difficult to focus while being wrapped in Luthor’s Tom Ford cologne, beneath the crushing weight of his heavy gaze. It was like standing right in front of the sun and trying not to burn alive.
“I’ll just…keep it professional,” Clark said. “Let me do this. Let me help you so that you don’t…get yourself killed,” there was a pleading beneath the words.
“Would it be so bad if I did?” Lex’s gaze was dark and his words rattled Clark.
But that was likely his purpose, wasn’t it? To rattle him? Surely Lex didn’t mean the words.
“Three p.m., one week from today.”
“No. Your neck needs time to heal,” Clark crossed his arms. There wasn’t enough room between them to do that so his arms brushed against Lex’s front.
Oh god, Lex was hard wasn’t he?
Clark told himself not to look but he had to. As soon as the thought made it through his filters and into his mind, his eyes followed. Quickly he coughed and looked away, very aware of how well endowed Lex appeared to be, even clothed.
Oh man, what had he gotten himself into?
“Fine, two weeks from today,” Lex turned and walked away, headed over to his bar cart.
Clark just stood there numbly.
“You can go now,” Lex said as he poured himself some whiskey.
So Kent begged his feet to move and tried to act human and normal as he exited the study and then the mansion. Of course this plan wouldn’t backfire, right? His friendship with Lex was already blown to hell. But that didn’t mean he wanted the older man dead.
His neck was truly in bad shape. He was engaging in risky behavior. And that’s what Clark does right? Stop people from being swallowed by danger. That was his job description, wasn’t it?
He would find out.