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I Don’t Think I’m Thirsty Anymore
By Katherine Gibbons AmoreArite@yahoo.com

Pairing:
Clark/Lex
Summary:
Clark accidentally wanders into a gay bar because he's thirsty
and catches Lex go-go dancing.
This takes place sometime after Asylum and before Whisper. This is only the second fanfic I've ever written so please review and let me know how I'm doing. Constructive criticism is welcomed, flames are not.
Rating:
NC-17
Warning(s):
This is slash. This means there
will be things of a sexual or romantic nature happening between two men. If this offends you do not read it.

Clark Kent was thirsty. He’d run all the way to Metropolis after an
argument with his father. He wasn’t
quite sure why it was Metropolis he’d run to other than the fact that it had
been his haunting ground for several weeks when he’d run away after his mother
had lost the baby. He’d been stoned on
red-k and had become little more than a thief during his time there, but it was
familiar here almost like home… Okay, so
maybe that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Maybe it had more to do with the fact that the person he talked to
whenever he had a fight with his father happened to be in Metropolis because
his own father had called him there.
Lex Luthor.
And how ironic was that? The man had a father that would strap him
down to a table and run thousands of volts of electricity through his son’s
body just to save his own skin. But
despite that horrible relationship with his own father somehow Lex always
managed to put Jonathan Kent’s actions into perspective for him.
Right now he needed to talk to him.
Clark sighed
and looked around for a place to get a drink.
Lex’s penthouse was a long way off still and
there was no way Clark could superspeed there
safely with the mass of people flooding the street at this hour. He’d end up flattening someone. And he didn’t particularly want the police
wondering why they were scraping a pancaked person off the street.
So of course being Clark Kent he just wandered into the
first bar he came across that didn’t card him.
Lights were flashing and the song How We Do by Mount Sims
was blasting as Clark made his way through the
particularly crowded club. Crowded by an
unusually high amount of men, he only spotted a few girls.
It was around the time that some guy whistled
and slapped him on the ass that Clark realized
he’d inadvertently stumbled into a gay bar.
He was startled but not enough to go running
from the club. Homosexuality didn’t really
bother him. If he was honest with
himself he had plenty of urges and fantasies involving a certain bald
billionaire.
This was no big deal. He’d just get a glass of water and be on his
merry way.
Clark somehow
managed to make it to the bar without getting felt up more than twice.
“Hey kid.” A guy said by way of greeting from behind the
bar as Clark finally reached his destination. “You here for the show?”
Clark looked
quizzically at the curly haired man. “Show?”
“Yeah, we do amateur go-go dance nights here. Most everyone is here to see Alexander
dance. His father sent him out to some
backwater town called Smallville. No one
knows when he’ll be doing this again so everybody wants to see him while they
can. I think that’s his song right now.” The bartender looked over the throng of
people to the stage as a new song started playing.
All around Clark
people started to whoop and clap.
“That cowboy’s outfits a new thing. Looks like the country rubbed off on him.” The bartender was silent a moment as he just
watched the man on stage. “Damn I
wouldn’t mind a piece of that ass.”
Clark turned
and leaned back against the bar to keep from falling over in shock. His mind had picked up on the words
Smallville and Alexander, but he hadn’t made the mental leap to it being that Alexander.
Lex was dancing on stage. Moving in perfect time to the music. He was dressed in a cowboy outfit consisting
of gray slacks with a white belt that wasn’t even through the loops in the
front, a gray cowboy hat with white stars on it, and a gray vest with fringes
along the edges that drew more attention to his lean torso as they swayed with
his movements.
That alone was a shock. The same Lex that always wore long sleeved
shirts even during the sweltering Kansas
summers was showing more skin than Clark had
ever had the privilege of seeing.
Clark
swallowed watching him, his thirst not for water anymore but for Lex. He had always secretly watched his friend,
Lex had a grace of movement that was just fascinating to watch but Clark had no idea he could move like that.
He was sex in motion.
Lex caught sight of Clark
then. He seemed a little surprised at
first but then his expression shifted. Holding
Clark’s gaze he sent a seductive look over the
crowd to him as he slid down back against the metal rod. He danced away from the pole using his body
to taunt and tease the crowd. Lex
grabbed the pole and spun around it, dipped down in one fluid motion and waved
his hips back up towards the pole in a mock imitation of fucking as he looked
directly at Clark.
Clark’s
breathing picked up as he watched him.
He shifted, his pants suddenly too tight.
He’d wanted Lex for so long, sometimes he’d
thought the interest was mutual but then would decide he was reading too much
into the looks Lex was giving him.
Especially considering the fact that the man had been married twice-
both of which had ended disastrously with his gold digging wives trying to kill
him. But now…
Lex was swinging around the pole once more to
land perfectly and piston his hips towards the pole again, this time though he
was holding his hat and the movement almost gave the impression he was riding
something.
Though Clark
was pretty sure the simulation had nothing to do with horse back riding.
Gripping the pole tightly with one hand Lex
leaned back till he was almost close enough for the crowd to touch holding his
cowboy hat on with the other hand so it wouldn’t fall off. He pulled himself back up against the pole with
a sensual grace and Clark’s full attention.
Clark watched
with bated breath as Lex danced away from the pole and undid his pants while he
shimmied revealing the top of his briefs.
Now Clark knew
why the belt was the way it was. It
caught the pants keeping them from slipping down all the way. A bit of a striptease.
And the crowd was eating it up. Even more rowdy than before the noise in the
club had reached a point of near insanity.
Men were clapping and whistling and jumping up and down and cheering at
the top of their lungs.
Lex gyrated around the pole, reached back and
pushed his slacks down just a little lower in the back. Then he turned and danced back towards the
mob a happy though somewhat cocky smile on his face.
He owned these people with something other than
money and power and he was totally getting off on it.
Lex turned back around and gripped the pole in
one hand, sashaying his hips as he gave the overexcited throng of men a good
view of his ass. Lex’s smile was
definitely smug now as he looked back over his shoulder and took in the crowd
whistling and hollering at him. Like he
knew he was going to be the star of every gay man’s wet dreams that night and
couldn’t be more pleased by the fact.
Clark watched
his best friend eyes riveted to the lithe body as Lex turned the movement
seamlessly into a body wave.
When the song finally ended Lex looked over at Clark and cocked his head towards backstage signaling the
boy to meet him there before he left the stage.
By the time Clark made it backstage Lex had
changed into the clothes Clark was used to
seeing him in- black wool trousers and a lavender dress shirt.
“Clark Kent in a gay bar.” Lex said by way of greeting. “Your parents would have a collective stroke
if they knew you were here.”
“I sort of wandered in by accident.”
Shaking his head Lex chuckled. “Only you would wander into a gay bar by
accident.”
“I was thirsty.” Clark said
lamely as he shrugged a shoulder.
Lex just gave Clark
one of those amused half smiles of his.
Suddenly a hand was on Clark’s
shoulder. “You can’t be back here kid.”
When Clark
looked behind him to see a man with dark hair and the word security on his
shirt he was actually quite pleased. At
least he didn’t have to worry so much about Lex being an easy target- somebody
was actually doing their job…for once.
“Relax Marcus, he’s a friend.”
“If you say so.” Marcus said backing off.
“I do.”
Lex waved a dismissive hand at him and turned his attention back to Clark once he had left.
“So what’d you think of the show?”
“It was hot.”
Clark blurted, instantly turning a
flaming shade of crimson but he held Lex’s eyes with his, sharing one of those
looks with him that lasted far longer than necessary.
Lex’s eyes swept over Clark
intently expression hungry. “Hot huh? Do you think I’m hot Clark?” He pushed himself out of his chair and strode
across the room to Clark till he was standing
in his personal space, bodies almost touching.
“Do you want me?” Lex asked voice
husky as he backed the farm boy against a wall back behind the stage curtain, hiding
them from view.
Clark knew Lex
probably couldn’t care less about getting caught with his pants down. He was moving them into shadows because he
knew it’d make Clark more comfortable if they
were hidden from prying eyes. He was doing
this for the boy’s benefit.
“You know I’d give you anything you want. Just say the words and I’m yours.”
“I want…you.”
Clark’s eyes
fluttered shut as Lex’s lips closed over his in a starved kiss.
The young Luthor gripped Clark’s
hips and pulled him flush against his body.
Clark groaned
feeling an erection pressing into him, lips parting under Lex’s and then there
was a tongue in his mouth that wasn’t his own.
One of Clark’s hands found its way up
the back of Lex’s shirt while the other groped his ass. Touching the man in ways he had only dreamed
of.
Then Lex pulled Clark’s
hands off him and pinned them against the wall.
In the background another song was starting up
and Clark could feel the vibration of the bass pulsing through him, making his
heart beat to a rhythm that wasn’t quite his own. It added a strange new sensation to the whole
experience.
“Do you know why I chose the song High School
Confidential Clark?”
Clark shook
his head, breathing heavily. Shivering
as Lex leaned in and whispered against his ear.
“Because it’s a song about a high schooler
getting screwed by an older man.”
Clark’s eyes
widened in surprise at that.
“Is that so surprising? That I would pick a song that makes me think
of fucking you?” Lex shifted till his
thigh was pressed between Clark’s legs and then he moved up against him again
and again and it was all Clark could do not to break Lex’s hold on him and take
the young Luthor up against the wall.
“God Lex…Lex…”
Clark gasped out. He was too turned on by Lex dancing earlier
to make this last very long.
Lex was watching him with an intense look in
his eyes, as if Clark was his entire world and
every part of his being was focused solely on him in that instant. Lex smiled one of those confident lusty
smiles he had. “Are you going to cum Clark?”
Clark bit his
lip, letting out a whimper in reply, but he didn’t close his eyes. Lex’s gaze was holding his and he just
couldn’t. His eyes wouldn’t let him.
Lex tightened his grip on Clark’s
wrists till it was a hold that would have bruised a human.
But Clark
wasn’t human and on some level Lex probably knew, probably had all along.
Lex wasn’t asking Clark
about secrets though. He was asking him
to cum. Looking right into his eyes as
he rocked into him, asking Clark to cum for him
in a low voice.
One final move, one final thrust from Lex and Clark’s whole body shuddered with his release. His seed darkening the front of his jeans as
he came hard, crying out louder than he’d meant to and then Lex was just holding
him. Fingers stroking through dark hair
as he calmed him down.
Clark looked
into grey blue eyes and smiled. Leaning in
he kissed Lex.
Lex deepened the kiss pressing against him with
unspoken need.
Clark’s
fingers came to play over the button of Lex’s pants.
Lex licked his lips as Clark
unfastened his slacks and dropped to his knees.
Clark tugged
Lex’s garments down just enough to free the young man’s cock from its confines.
Biting his lip Lex carded his fingers through Clark’s hair and guided him with a gentle pressure to his
weeping erection. Letting out a moan as
he slid passed the boys lips into the damp heat of his mouth.
A bit tentatively at first Clark
began to suck him, his confidence building as Lex began making pleased noises
deep in his throat.
Clark was loving this. He
loved the way Lex tasted and felt against his tongue. He’d had so many dreams about doing just this
and it was even more of a turn on in reality.
Lex stroked his fingers through Clark’s hair whispering words of encouragement as the boy
sucked him. Resisting the urge to thrust
as he watched his cock sliding in and out of Clark’s
mouth glistening wetly with saliva.
Clark was
moving up his cock now, paying special attention to the head for a minute or so
before moving his mouth back down again.
Lex moaned, hands fisting in Clark’s
hair feeling his orgasm building at the base of his spine. “That’s it Clark,
God yes, just…like…that…” He breathed
voice heavy with ecstasy as Clark traveled
back up the length of his cock tongue flat against the underside of his shaft.
Clark
increased his speed sensing how close Lex was.
“Ah yeah, yeah…so close…Clark, so close…like
that, keep doing that…oh, oh, oh…Clark!”
Lex managed to get out Clark’s name in
warning before he came. Finger’s
tightening in Clark’s hair holding him in
place as he flooded the boy’s mouth with his seed. Body tensing as the shudder of orgasm ran
through him and Clark drank down what Lex gave
him, savoring the taste. Lex thrust
forward as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm, his cock softening in Clark’s mouth.
Clark pulled
back, giving Lex’s now flaccid penis one final lick for good measure as Lex’s
hand’s fell away from his hair to rest on his shoulders.
“Lex.”
“Hm?” Lex responded lazily.
Clark gave him
a mischievous smile. “I don’t think I’m
thirsty anymore.”

A/N: If
anyone would like to see some of the pole dancing scene they can go here- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-INpAjqHhw Comments on story and/or scene would be loved!
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