Quarters

They followed the holes in the floor down to the first floor, where Lionel was stammering incoherently and brushing at his suit with angry, flustered hands.

His head shot up, eyes flaring as Lex and Clark staggered into the room, snickering. Lex's eyes were squeezed nearly shut in amusement, while Clark's were wide, laughing and guilty.

His shaggy mane of hair and normally pristine clothes were covered in liquor. In the bottom of his glass, still half-full, was a shiny quarter.

"Oh, that totally still counts, Lex!"

Ignoring his father's shocked, gaping face, Lex shook his head and stepped towards his father, reached down into the shaking glass and removed the dripping coin...flinging scotch on an already fuming Lionel Luthor. "No. It has to go into the shot glass we've been playing with all night, Clark."

"You never specified which glass it had to go into, Lex. C'mon..." Clark was batting those long, pretty eyelashes, and Lex nearly caved until he heard the gagging noises coming from his father's direction.

"No, Clark, I'm sorry. I'm afraid rules are rules."

"You're going to lecture me on rules?" Clark snickered, beaming at the arched eyebrow that rose on Lex's smirking face. "Come on, Lex. You're so much better than me at this. Couldn't you just let me have this one? I mean, I've been having to take shots all night, and I don't even know what we're playing for."

Lex smiled, wide and pleased, and sincere. "Well, I'm playing to win, Mr. Kent."

"Yeah, well sure...But, win what?" Clark jumped, perhaps a foot straight up in the air as a firm hand closed over his left ass cheek. "Ooh-heh." Perfect cheekbones flushed a startling red.

Moving swiftly, Lex circled around until he was standing behind the tall, blushing young man. Cupping both firm buttocks, and digging his fingers in.

"Mmm. I think it's time I cashed in." His fingers spasmed at the sound of the breathy, broken moan that escaped Clark's mouth.

"Cashed in, Lex?" Clark's voice hitched as he felt a sleek arm slide around his waist.

Lex chuckled at the loud squeek that resounded from cherry-red lips as he dropped the hand-warmed quarter down the front of Clark's jeans. "Mmm hmm. I made a wish, Clark. Want to know what it was?"

"Lex, Lex, Lex...this display is apalling. Luthors do not behave in this inane manner. One would think you were a peasant, the way you're cavorting with this mere-"

"Dad." Lex cut his father's hitching tirade off, a sharp gleam in his dilated eyes. "If you don't like what you see, then leave. PLEASE leave." He lifted his hands in a shrug and let them fall to rest on Clark's hips to tug at the denim stretched across Clark's body. A grin slid over his lips as Lionel huffed, and strode out, shoes clicking loudly on the floor.

Clark turned slowly, enjoying the feel of the hands sliding up and across his stomach and back. Smiled, sunshine and lust, pure and simple and complicated. "So...you made a wish?"

"Oh, absolutely, Clark. I'm not even sure your sweet, innocent ears could handle it." Lex purred, sliding a finger up and over a muscled torso to scrape over a tanned throat. Outlined full lips, and slid in. Sucked in a breath when Clark's tongue met it and drew the finger in further. "You're so drunk. I shouldn't have let it get this far, you know."

"You don't do anything you don't want to do, Lex." Clark stepped in closer, rubbing his chest against Lex as a damp fingertip slid agross his cheek to burrow in his hair. "So, it would appear that you want this. Want me."

A pale eyebrow arched on an aristocratic face. "Is that so?"

"Tell me you don't. I'll end this right now."

Blue-gray eyes lost all hint of humor and darkened with a sharp whisp of smoke. "Just try it, Clark. You won't get very far." The hand moving in soft, dark locks clenched, held on tight enough to cause an ordinary man pain. Released, and ran fingernails along Clark's scalp.

Clark Kent, drunk on 3 bottles of scotch and plenty of lust, leaned his head down...breathed slow and deliberate into Lex's mouth. "You KNOW you couldn't stop me unless I LET you." Brushed a teasing kiss against a scarred upper lip.

"This isn't a game anymore, Clark." Lex's breathing had quickened, his heart was racing and stuttering. His eyes were a raging storm, but his voice was icy cool. "It never really was. Maybe, I planned this all along. Wanted to get you drunk and tie you down...do whatever I wanted to your delicious, fucking body. Maybe, I want you completely at my mercy, begging me to let you come. Maybe, I just want to make you watch while I jerk my cock in front of you....spray all over your pretty face."

"Maybe...I want you to."

A dark growl surged up from a pale neck. "I can't be gentle with you right now, Clark. I wouldn't know how."

Clark laid large hands on Lex's sides and gripped firmly. Grinned, and lifted him up just enough to hold him at eye level. "Who said I wanted you to be gentle with me, Lex?"

Slamming his face forward and latching onto Clark's bottom lip with sharp teeth, Lex nipped hard. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, farm boy."

Sighing, Clark put Lex down and pulled back, striding over to a dark, leather sofa. With a huffing breath, he fell back, legs splayed wide. "You're going to have to stop treating me like a kid if you ever want to actually fuck me, Lex." He fought hard to supress the blush that flooded his face, naturally, and hoped Lex would write it off as a result of the alcohol. Despite the heat that he felt searing his cheeks, he kept his eyes locked onto Lex's. Darted a tongue out to wet sensitive lips.

"THE PEASANT HAS A POINT, LEX!"

Lex glared furiously at the open door. "Dad! Go back to Metropolis; find one of my exes to impregnate with a bastard spawn and terrorize THEIR sex life!" His glare increased in it's intensity as he heard the snarky chuckle that echoed in the hall, even after the front door slammed shut.

Turning his face to Clark, the anger melted away at the sight of the smile, and the extended hand lifted towards him.

Stepping forward, he raised an arm to grip the fingers offered to him. Felt their warmth seep into his chilled skin and slid to the floor in between Clark's legs.

"So...you realize that after this is over, you're going to have to explain to me how you managed to make a quarter bust through to the first floor, Clark." His free hand landed on a firm thigh and began kneeding. Worked his way up until he felt the flat disk pressed up against a full, hardened cock. He walked his fingers over the rigid flesh until they closed over a strained zipper. Lex gripped it tightly and drew the zip down slowly, carefully. Worked two fingers inside the gaping opening Clark's boxers made and slid across satin-soft skin, impossibly hot, to pluck the quarter out.

Smirked, and bounced the quarter off of a rock-hard stomach..shrugged as it rolled away to land on the floor with a loud pling. "Oops, I missed the glass. Guess I need to take a shot." Lex pulled Clark's leaking cock out, stroked it twice, watching opalescent drops pool on the thick head. Leaned down and closed his mouth over it, sealed his lips, and sucked hard.

Clark felt his neck give out and dimly heard his head hit the top edge of the couch. His breathing was erratic as he managed to loll his head around so he could watch as Lex moved his slick, stretched mouth around his dick.

"Lex, god." He ground his hands into enormous fists, willing himself to wait...just wait. Clark wanted this to last longer, but he didn't think he'd be able to-

"OH!"

"Mmmmph." Lex swallowed, over and over, loving the feeling of the hot gushes streaming down his throat. Felt Clark jerking, hot and uncontrolled, in his mouth and hummed. Ran his tongue around and around the slit, and then stroked the tip of his tongue into it. The drops he picked up on his tongue were so unusually sweet, and he rubbed them on his upper lip. Grinned, and raised up to push his mouth against Clark's gasping lips so he could share the unique flavor.

Clark sighed, loudly and happily. "Oh, Lex," he murmured, "you are just so cool."

Lex's eyes sharpened a bit, amused and slightly wary. Clark seemed more intoxicated then he had before. As though his orgasm had released some chemical into his body that increased the effectiveness of the alcohol he'd already consumed. An imaginary devil-Luthor peeked over his left shoulder, saying 'Hmmmm.' Lex shook the laughable image aside, and concentrated on the perfect, sex-smitten young God in front of him.

He watched Clark's shiny eyes...brilliant green rings around enormous black pupils, the incredibly goofy grin on that lovely mouth (and oh, there were some ideas in store for that!), the flushed skin that had turned every exposed bit of skin a bright golden pink.

Lex smiled.

"I want to get you up, throw you against my window, and fuck your pretty ass, Clark. How do you feel about that?"

Nodding solemnly, Clark reached for the button of his pants. "Okay, that sounds good to me, Lex, but just remember the quarter. I don't want you getting mad if I break your window."

"Break my window? Just how would you accomplish that, Clark?"

Clark stood up, a bit wobbly. He pulled Lex up slowly, and leaned in close, whispering, "Well, see...if you're fucking me against the window, chances are I'm going to get hard again."

"Naturally."

"And when that happens...poof!"

"Poof, Clark?"

"Yup. Poof, my alien cock will break your window." Clark looked deep into Lex's eyes, serious and calm. "So, promise you won't get mad."

Alexander Luthor opened his mouth to speak. Closed his mouth. Opened it again. Closed.

He shook his head and started chuckling, "I won't get mad, Clark. I promise."

....Three hourse later, Clark and Lex lay naked amidst a pile of broken glass, splintered wood, and ruined metal peelings. Tiles were demolished, and two pool balls were permanently lodged in the wall.

Both men wore wide, happy smiles on exhausted faces, and Lionel couldn't hold back the sigh...or the grin.

"Could've been worse, I suppose. They could have been playing twister."


~~~~ I really hope you liked this. It gave me a serious case of the 'giggles'. lol. I just want to, again, say THANK YOU so much, to my reviewers. You keep me inspired. YOU ROCK! Let me know what you think of this one. :-)
~Morgan