Let's Play a Game

They sat across from one another, their eyes trained on the task in front of them. Hands twitched on top of the scarred wood, fingers flexing in anticipation.

"You can't win, Lex," Clark said softly. His eyes narrowed at Lex's smug smile.

"I can and I will, Clark. You may have formidable strength and speed, but I have trained for years. There's no way I won't win." Lex watched Clark's eyes flit away, rolling upwards in an exasperated huff.

"That may be...but I've got the advantage. We both know it, Lex." Clark crossed his arms across his chest and sat back in the chair.

Lex arched an eyebrow, his whole demeanor cocky and sure. "Would you care to make a little wager?"

Clark leaned forward. "What do you have in mind?"

The left side of Lex's mouth slid up in a crooked smile. "I bet I can drink you under the table."

The bright laugh echoed across the room, increasing in volume as Clark shook with mirth. "What's the bet for?" He choked out, his face bright pink.

"If you win...I'll be your bitch for the day. You can order me around, spank me, put a leash on me, and lead me around Metropolis...whatever." Lex took a breath, watching closely as Clark's sea green eyes grew shadowed and glossy. "Now...should I win, you have to get me one of your mother's apple pies." Lex fought back a gale of laughter as a scowl washed over Clark's pretty face.

"Pie? Don't you want me to be your bitch?" Clark's voice was low and threaded with disappointment.

"Is it a bet or not?" Lex asked, failing miserably at containing the amused brightness of his eyes.

"Oh, it's a bet," Clark muttered. "It's just not a fair one. I hope you're ready to take orders from me."

Lex's eyes drifted off for a moment, a dreamy haze falling over them before Clark's clapping hands drew him back into the present. "I think I can handle you, Clark."

Clark's eyebrows jerked up in curiosity, and he reached out a hand to Lex. Lex took the offered hand immediately, shaking it vigorously.

"Okay," Lex murmured softly. "Ready?" He reached for a tall, slim bottle of Vodka and poured a healthy amount into the still-wet shot glasses sitting in front of himself and Clark.

Clark lifted his newly filled glass and clinked it against Lex's. "Cheers."

His eyes flared wide as Lex put the glass down without taking a sip.

"What are you doing?"

Lex smirked and slid out of his chair, falling to his knees beneath the table. He crawled over to Clark's legs, and moved in between them. His hands went immediately to Clark's zipper and button, undoing them with deft, practiced fingers.

Pale, elegant hands yanked at the jeans enclosing Clark's legs, and a slim finger poked hard at Clark's ass. "Lift up."

Clark lifted his hips, shaking his head as he did it, and gasped softly when he lowered himself back down, feeling the hard wood beneath his now bare ass. "Lex...?"

"Shhh." The sound was muffled by the tablecloth surrounding the table. Clark's hands shot out to grip the edges of the table, sliding on the cloth.

Clark squinted his eyes, attempting to focus his x-ray vision to see exactly what Lex was doing, and he received a sharp slap to his thigh.

"No peeking."

"But, what are you....OHHHHhhhh..." Clark slid down in the chair. A hand slammed up against his mouth, and he bit down on the side of his hand to muffle the whimpering from his own mouth as he felt wet heat surround his exposed cock.

His eyes slid closed, and all he could do was listen to his own hitched breaths and the sloppy, fluid noises of Lex's mouth working around him. Up and down, and off, and then a clever tongue was sliding along the head, finding it's way inside the tiny slit. He felt warm flesh move over his balls, cupping them, and rolling them in smooth, slow movements.

"Lex!"

"Shhhh," Lex whispered, his throat raspy. "It's okay, Clark. Come in my mouth." The heat was back, and tighter and faster, and Clark felt his balls draw up towards his body. The hand followed them, rubbing relentlessly, and he felt his control break in a frantic rush. He exploded in Lex's busy, mouth, high-pitched noises breaking free from his throat as he felt Lex swallow and pull away carefully. Warm, unsteady breaths blew across his sticky, spent cock.

Gentle hands tucked him away, pulling his jeans up as he lifted up. He felt the button snap into place.

There were some rustling noises, and then Lex was climbing out from under the table.

Clark groaned when he saw him. Lex's pale skin was flushed and sweaty, and his mouth was swollen and red. He reached out to touch, and watched with shock as Lex's eyebrow arched mischievously right before Lex swatted his hand away.

"What-?"

"I win," Lex said smoothly, reaching for his shot and drinking it down with a pleased sigh. At Clark's confused face, Lex licked his lips and leaned forward, resting his face on his hands. "I drank you under the table, Clark."

Clark's lips fell open to form a wide 'O'. "That's not what the bet was supposed to be about, Lex! You totally cheated!"

Lex laughed. "Are you complaining?"

Green eyes flared before glazing over. "No...not complaining." Clark shook his head, clearing his vision and returned his focus to Lex's smirking face. "I have a question, though."

Shrugging, Lex nodded. "Shoot."

"What's with the pie? You could’ve had me on my knees, barking like a dog, licking your feet...doing anything you’ve ever wanted to see me do...and you pick pie?”

"Absolutely," Lex replied, pouring them both another drink. "Ever since your mother moved, her pies are difficult to get...but I think we both know that I could have you on your knees, licking my feet...Any. Time. I. Wanted. It."

Clark blushed brightly. "Maybe." A look passed across his face, and Lex cocked his head to the side, curious.

"What are you thinking?"

"We should play something else," Clark said quietly.

Lex grinned. "Haven't learned your lesson, yet? Okay. What did you have in mind? Quarters, Truth or Dare, 20 Questions?"

"How about poker?"

Lex chuckled softly. "I don't know, Clark. Maybe you should pick something that takes a little less strategy..." His eyes widened, confused, as Clark stood up.

"Okay," Clark said, shaking his head. Lex watched as green eyes lifted up to meet his, a dark gleam in them. Large, tanned hands shifted down to Clark's crotch to slowly pull the zipper up. A wide smile lit up Clark's face. "You'd be amazed at how good I am at bluffing though." Leaning down, he picked up his glass and threw the shot back. He placed the glass carefully on the table, and threw a wink at Lex. "Thanks for the drink."