Hold That Pose

Lex was on the phone when Clark walked into his office. Smiling, Clark sat down in one of the leather chairs across from Lex's desk, watching as Lex held up a slim finger.

Impatient, Clark listened in with very little guilt clouding his mind.

"So, you don't think you'll have a problem?"

Clark watched Lex's scarred lip stretch across sharp teeth in a wide smile. "Oh, I don't foresee any trouble." Blue-gray eyes locked onto Clark's, full of amusement and mystery.

"You're sure he'll go along with it, then? You want us to go ahead and set things up?"

"By all means," Lex purred. "Have the crew out at the mansion in the morning."

Clark's hearing phased out as the talk continued, centering around exceedingly boring financial 'crap'.

When Lex finally lowered his arm, sliding the phone back into it's cradle, Clark leaned forward in his chair.

"Who's coming out to the mansion?"

A slow, pleased smirk flashed over Lex's face. "Well, actually, this is something you need to be informed of. Why don't we discuss it while we shoot a little pool?"

Thick eyebrows shot up onto a tanned forehead, and Clark stood, moving to follow Lex towards the pool table.

Clark watched as Lex leaned over the table to rack the balls. Swallowing hard, he leaned against the wall, trying to control his reaction to the thin, stretched fabric shifting over Lex's ass.

Reaching over to the cue rack, Clark pulled down Lex's dark, slender stick and tossed it to him with a grin.

"So...you gonna let me in on the secret, Lex?"

Lex cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips thoughtfully. He took a deep breath and moved into position, thrusting the cue through his fingers to break the balls out of their tight position.

"Have you ever heard of the magazine, Nackte Männer, Clark?"

Clark blinked. Twice. Three times. "Umm...no; why?"

Sharp white teeth flashed bright in a devilish grin. "That's who I was on the phone with. They're an adult men's magazine."

Walking around the table, Clark bent over to take his turn. "Not to repeat myself, but...why?" A nervous laugh spurted out of his lips as a thought occurred to him. "They want you to pose for them?"

Silence fell over the room, and Clark jerked up in surprise. Met gleaming blue eyes, and felt his mouth drop open.

Lex moved into him, sliding a finger up his chest to tap under his chin, snapping his mouth closed.

"Actually, yes."

Clark sputtered, his face burning bright red. "And, you're going to do it?"

"It all depends." Lex leaned against the side of the table, holding his cue between his legs, sliding his fingers up and down the smooth wood. "They want US to pose for them."

Clark sat down, hard, on the floor. Looked up into Lex's laughing face.

"Okay, Lex...I get why they would want you." Seeing Lex's cocked eyebrow, he rushed on. "But, I'm nobody. No one knows me. Why on earth would anyone want to see me...like that?"

"Oh, I could think of a few reasons, Clark. And, certainly, you've been seen enough with me to get noticed. Once would have been enough." Lex murmured, staring down at Clark's body, lingering on his thighs. Or...was it a little bit above them? Clark gulped, the sound resonating in the room.

Lex reached down with a hand and Clark grasped it, gripping the pool table with his other. Together, they hefted him back into a standing position, and Clark stumbled over his feet, falling face first into Lex's chest.

"Oops. Sorry."

"I'm not." Lex grasped his wrists, pushing them back and holding them in place against the soft felt of the table. "So, what do you say, Clark? Are you game?"

Unable to control his blinking, Clark found himself nodding in disbelief.

He'd agreed.

Oh fuck.

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Clark sat up in his bed, wide awake. He actually hadn't slept at all, instead staying awake all night asking himself what, exactly, he'd gotten himself into. The long walk, around midnight, had only made things...harder.

Picturing himself standing naked next to an equally naked Lex left him uncomfortable and very, very hard. He knew there was little chance he would be able to maintain any semblance of a relaxed 'state' around Lex during the photography session. Gulping, he moved towards his dresser and yanked open a squeaky drawer.

Oh crap. Should he wear underwear? He was going to be naked. Would they have underwear for him? Would he just have to strip right away?

Nervous and unsure, he pulled on a bright blue pair of cotton boxers, and pulled fresh jeans over them. Getting them closed was difficult, and he cupped himself lightly, trying to arrange himself in a way that would make his prominent erection less obvious.

Yeah.

That wasn't working.

He pulled his favorite red plaid shirt on, opting for the familiar comfort, and left it untucked so it rested down slightly past his hips. Running a shaky hand through his hair, he tripped his way down to the kitchen for breakfast.

He only fell three times.

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Lex was waiting in the library for Clark, wearing a dark purple shirt, buttoned half-way up his chest, and a pair of black Armani pants. He was surrounded by men, bustling around, working on cameras and lights and large, white screens.

When Clark stepped in, nerves apparent all over him, he walked straight over to Lex.

"Hey," his voice locked in a husky, trembling whisper.

Lex grinned. "Hey, yourself." He ran a slender hand up Clark's arm, settling on his shoulder. "You ready for this?"

"No," Clark chuckled weakly, "but, at this point, do I really have a choice?"

"You always have a choice, Clark." Lex said, leaning in to brush his lips against a deep red ear. "I think we both know, though, that you've already made your choice. You just need to...work out the kinks."

A shiver ran through Clark's body, and he nodded shakily.

"Uh huh."

"You know, Clark. I have something that I think might help with your nerves."

Clark watched Lex saunter over to the bar, pulling a small bottle of dark, reddish colored liquid out from cabinet. He poured a capful into a crystal tumbler, and handed it to Clark.

Leaning in so his lips were nearly touching Clark's ear, he whispered into it.

Lex watched as Clark grabbed the glass, downing the liquid and shuddering as the red meteor he had mixed in with an aged brandy moved into Clark's bloodstream.

A grin crossed his face, and he reached across Lex, brushing his chest against the older man's. Grabbed the bottle and lifted it to his lips, drinking down the contents of the entire container.

Lex watched full lips close around the top of the bottle and smiled. He saw a bright flash of color flood red through Clark's bright green eyes, and watched as sweet, innocent Clark Kent transformed in front of him...into something else.

"Clark?" So hot. He could swear he smelled smoke. Fucking god. He was going to stockpile the shit from now on.

A low laugh hit the air, and a huge smile split Clark's face. "Yesss, Lex?"

They didn't take their eyes off of one another as the shot producer walked over to them, pleased with what he was seeing.

"You gentlemen ready?"

Clark slid a thick finger into the collar of his shirt and let it fall down to his waist, ripping buttons out of soft cloth until the shirt hung wide open, exposing a perfect, gleaming chest.

"I'm getting there." Clark teased.

"Clark," Lex said quietly, "you know, we can start slowly."

Clark moved large hands to the waist of his jeans, tugging at the dull, copper button. Twisted it open and flicked his zipper down quickly. He hooked his fingers in the soft denim, and yanked it down...taking his bright blue boxers with the jeans.

Stepping out of the jeans, he turned to smirk at the gobsmacked producer. "I think I'm ready now."

Lex was staring, wide-eyed, as Clark moved towards him, his heavy erection bouncing as he walked. Those huge sea-green eyes were wide with mischief and curiosity.

"You still dressed, Lex?"

Shock. It was shock, Lex reasoned, that had him standing still as Clark Kent lifted his hands and tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his trousers. Fingers moved underneath the shirt, teasing heated skin, and a hand pushed outward, against the shirt, rending it in two large pieces.

"I hope you weren't too attached to that shirt." Clark muttered, turning his attention to the dark pants.

Lex found his voice, and placed pale hands over Clark's busy fingers. "No. That's fine, Clark. But, I do like these pants. Do you think you can manage to help me out of these without tearing them to shreds?"

A slow, easy smirk turned Clark's face into Lex's best wet dream. "I doubt it." With a rough jerk of a tanned wrist, the pants were on the floor, in ragged pieces. "Doesn't look like it." He winked. The smug little....he WINKED! "Oops."

"Mm hmm." Lex sucked in a breath, drawing on his steady control. "I suppose, it's not like I can't afford another pair."

Clark agreed with a firm nod, and slid a warm hand across Lex's stomach to settle on his waist.

"Are you ready for this, Lex?"

"I've been ready, Clark."

"Well," the producer cleared his throat loudly, "we're ahhh, ahem, ready to start. So, um, Mr. Luthor if you would sit in your chair, behind your desk there."

Lex moved towards the desk, feeling his skin quiver as Clark's smooth fingertips ran down his spine. He moved to the chair, and sat down slowly, hissing as the cold leather touched his bare ass.

Looking up, he met Clark's sparkling eyes and darted a tongue out to wet his lips.

"Where do you want me?" Clark's words were directed towards the producer, but his eyes never left Lex's mouth as he watched the pink tip of Lex's tongue dance across a pale scar.

"Hmmm," the producer was practically dancing on his heels at the wonderful scenario playing out in front of him. "Perhaps you could go stand behind Mr. Luthor? Just, up, against him, with your...*ahem* front showing to the side."

Smirking, Clark stalked over to Lex, moving behind him and brushing his hard cock across the back of Lex's smooth shoulder before displaying it out to the side for the cameras.

Lex felt the cool air flowing over the warm smear of pre-come that was smeared across his back, and felt his own rock-solid cock jerk up in response.

"All right, that's nice. Now, Mr. Kent...just slide your hand onto Mr. Luthor's shoulder...no, closer to his neck. Right there in the crook. Mmmm...yes, that's it. Perfect." The producer motioned to a photographer, who moved into place, camera at the ready.

"Okay, boys," the photographer said, smiling, "now just keep that look on your face. Well..Mr. Kent...um," he paused, "you're *ahem* very large. Would you mind turning just a bit so I could fit...all of you in the frame?"

Clark laughed deep in his throat, and turned, the silky skin of his throbbing cock gliding against Lex's pale flesh.

Lex couldn't resist turning his head to look, and his mouth watered at the sight of the fluid collecting on the fat head, sliding down the shaft to drip onto his own skin.

"Wow, okay." The photographer swallowed hard, "*ahem* Okay. Just hold that." Noticing Clark's grin and twitching hand, he shook his head. "Hold that pose, Mr. Kent. THAT will have to wait a few moments."

The camera flashed over and over, and Lex felt the throbbing heat of Clark's erection bobbling against him. The glass of his desk top did little to conceal his answering hardness...nor did it hide the pooling fluid that was gathering on his leg.

Clark heard a soft whisper, and chuckled.

"What is it?" Lex asked quietly, keeping his lips still.

Thrusting his hips forward, Clark leaned forward just a little, into Lex's body. "They're thinking they might have to edit this up. A bit too hard-core for the 'zine."

Lex laughed and glanced at the large group of people staring at he and Clark. He only paused for a moment before turning in his seat, decision made, and closed his mouth over Clark's cock. He began sucking steadily, drinking down the spurts of come that gushed across his taste buds. He hummed around the flesh, and look up into gleaming green eyes. Pulling back for a moment, ignoring the loud mutterings of the unimportant people around him, he whispered across the darkened skin in front of his lips. "Now, what would make them think that, Clark?"

Clark glanced over at the shocked group of people, and managed to bark out an order to leave. As the men and women filed out, occasionally glancing over their shoulders, Clark looked back down at the open mouth poised over his dick. He nearly screamed when the heavy door slammed shut, leaving them blissfully alone.

"Suck me, Lex. Suck me off right-fucking-now."

Moaning, Lex grasped a hand around the base of Clark's cock, holding it firm as he latched onto the tip. His mouth moved down until his lips brushed against the skin of his hand, and he felt Clark bumping the back of his throat insistently. Taking a deep breath, and blowing it out through his nose, he swallowed hard around the mouthful, and kept swallowing.

Clark felt Lex's throat convulsing, pulsing around him and he thrust his hips forward infinitesimally. He felt his balls pull up tight against his body, and sucked in a harsh, ragged breath. Felt Lex's hand brushing against the cleft of his ass, a wandering finger teasing the rim of his hole, and he came with a gusty scream into Lex's waiting mouth.

Lex pulled back, licking his lips, making pleased, content noises in his throat. Clark pushed his chair back, and slid to his knees between Lex's open thighs. His hands moved up across the tops of Lex's legs to inch slowly down towards a dripping, purpled cock. Sighing happily, he lowered his face to nuzzle a smooth cheek against the super-heated skin of Lex's erection. Placing both hands firmly around Lex's waist, he lifted him up and held him in place by slipping an hand under Lex's firm ass. Twisted around until he was nestled with the back of his neck against Lex's chair. He moved up, hovering slightly, and slid his head, face-up, into the seat of Lex's chair. Lowering Lex slowly, he extended his tongue, slipping it inside Lex with a hungry growl.

Lex's scream vibrated throughout his body, and Clark met the movement with a hard thrust. His fingers were digging into the tender skin of Lex's hips, pushing dark bruises into place beneath tiny, red half-moons where Clark's nails cut into him.

Lex felt the wet, sliding intrusion vibrate inside of him and he came violently, spraying his desk with streams of creamy fluid.

"Cl-ark..." The name came out broken, shredded from his raw throat, and he found himself unable to move as he felt himself lifted again, shifted. He heard the faint sounds of Clark situating himself in the chair.

Pressed, sitting, on top of Clark, and a very renewed erection was pressing against his tingling ass.

"Clark, the photographers-"

"Like you really give a shit about that, Lex." Clark chuckled in his ear, and moved his lips down, teeth pulling at the skin of his neck.

"Are you going to fuck me, Clark?"

The quiet space of time stretched, nearly choking Lex in it's silence. He repeated the question softly, pressing himself down, and rubbing hard against Clark's cock.

He felt the thick head pressing against his hole, breaching him, and he sucked in a breath. Held it as he felt Clark push inside with a small thrust.

Clark waited, his legs shaking against the seat of the chair as he held Lex up. Waited. Waited until he heard Lex breathe out softly, relax against him, and he rolled his hips up, moaning loudly as he felt Lex's body close around his thick shaft.

A final push and he was completely inside, surrounded by an unbelievable heat and pull. He felt Lex pressing around him, and he pulled back slowly, relaxing his grip so Lex could grip the arms of the chair, partially controlling the gliding pushes.

"I guess that's a yes." Lex managed shakily. He leaned back against Clark's sweaty chest, his back arching up as he lifted his ass before falling back down, filling himself over and over with perfect sensation.

"Lex." Clark was whispering; mouthing wet, sloppy kisses against the side of his face and the back of his head. Lex felt a sharp nip against the back of his neck and whined breathlessly. "I could fuck you forever."

"God yes." He knew he was mumbling, yelling incoherently, and he didn't care. A vicious thrust against him, and he pushed down equally hard, feeling Clark's cock core him with infinite patience.

Clark felt the heat searing his spine, and clenched his teeth. Held Lex tight against him, preventing the gasping man from moving and kept him still.

"Clark? You have to fucking move. Fucking move, now, Clark. God." Lex was screaming now, grinding his ass down, and Clark trembled. "What are you doing to me? Jesus, Clark. Fuck."

"You have to stop, Lex. I'm going to fucking come." Clark hissed.

"That's the idea." Lex thrust his ass down hard, and squeezed, and Clark threw back his head and screamed, exploding into Lex in a series of thick, hot bursts.

Lex felt the hot come flooding his inside, and felt an odd tingling. Felt the heat of the orgasm fix inside of him, and take him over, jerking him on his speared seat for an endless span of time.

Laying his head against Clark's shoulder, he turned his head for a messy kiss, and lazily sucked on the sweet, offered tongue. Smiled around it.

"I'm going to buy every fucking copy."

"You'd better save me one." Clark murmured, the words marred against the flushed skin around Lex's mouth.

Lex chuckled into the sweet mouth. Clark still tasted like him, and he breathed in the flavor. "It might cost you."

A soft laugh, and Lex shivered as a thick finger slid through a drop of cream laying on his belly. "I'm good for it."

"You know, Clark. The magazine didn't call me. I called them." Lex sighed, content to be snuggled atop his mountain of man. "I wanted a way to get you naked."

"I figured that out, Lex," Clark said slowly, breathing hot against Lex's face, "when you offered me the drink."

"And, you drank it anyway." Lex's voice was full of pleased wonder.

Clark snickered, "Of course, Lex."

There was really no need to tell Lex he'd switched out the liquor last night after he'd seen it prepared. No need at all.


***Nackte Männer is German for 'naked men' Color me creative. lol
~~~Hope you liked this. Please, let me know what you thought.
~Morgan