Title: Wants and Needs
Author: Icarus
Feedback address: bstaton@iglou.com
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Clark & Lex are not mine, darn it, they never will be.  All things pertaining to Superman are owned by many, many powerful people and I am definitely not a member of that club.
Summary and/or challenge: "Lex is home alone and decides to call a 1-900 number. Much to his surprise, Clark answers."
Betareader: Christine Porter qsmistress23@hotmail.com.  Christine, thank you so, so much!
NOTE: Part of the ClexFest at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest

Wants and Needs
By Icarus

Lex rested his head against the back of the seat trying to summon the strength to get out of the car and into the castle. 'This has got to have been the shittiest day I've had to put up with since being banished here to the back of nowhere' he thought, laughing at how ironic that was as he just happened to be the manager of the local crap factory.

Between broken machinery, an unexpected visit from the local EPA inspectors, mountains of paperwork and the end of the month books, his day had started before daylight and was ending in the dark. 'I'm beginning to feel like the damn vampire some of the people around here keep accusing me of being'.

Entering the castle, Lex rubbed the back of his neck trying to get rid of the major headache he could feel building there. After telling his butler that he'd eat in his room tonight he tiredly made his way through the dark, silent hallways.

Most of the time he could ignore just how lonely he was but tonight seemed worse than usual. As much as he hated to admit to any weakness, even to himself, he knew a lot of what he was feeling stemmed from the fact that Clark had been so tied up in finals that they had barely seen each other the last two weeks. "God, since when have I become so totally dependent on a barely legal farm boy?" he snarled, surprised when he realized he had said the words out loud. 'Great, I really am becoming certifiable!'

Perhaps sensing his bleak mood the rest of his staff made themselves equally scarce after bringing his dinner and making sure his bedroom was ready for him. Anna, his cook, was the only one of his staff who had been with him long enough to know that Lex wasn't his father; he didn't fire you, or worse, if you made a mistake. But, she wasn't on tonight so he didn't even have her gentle bullying to look forward to. Just his thoughts, his regrets and a lot of huge, drafty rooms for company.

Hearing Clark's voice in his head Lex made himself eat a little of the dinner they had brought him. Hell, both Clark and his mother acted like he was just this side of malnourished and constantly prodded him to eat more. Of course, the fact that he was a grown man, and running his own company, thank you very much, seemed to escape both of them most of the time.

Lex knew what he needed; he needed to be well and thoroughly fucked. Made to forget, even if it was just for a little while, how hollow his life seemed to him sometimes. But, he knew that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon so he pulled off his clothes and took the hottest shower he could stand, hoping it would wash some of the tiredness he was feeling down the drain with the rest of the day's dirt and accumulated stench. Yes sir, nothing turns you on like smelling like you just came from a manure factory. Oh wait, happy thought, he just had.

Lex was trying to do the right things here, for the first time in a very long time he was trying to think of what other people needed instead of himself. But god, it was hard to keep working when all he kept hearing was "When is he going to turn on us, he's a Luthor you know and they are all the same". He was not his Father dammit; he was going to prove himself to them if it killed him.

Lying down on the bed Lex found himself wondering if that was what it would take. 'Come off it Lex, you're tired, hurting and doing a damn good job of feeling sorry for yourself.' Reaching for the phone next to his bed he decided to do something about his sour mood and stop the wallowing. Although, of course, Luthors never wallowed, that was way too base a human emotion. Luthors weren't supposed to be human either, ice in the veins instead of blood and all that. Lex just knew he was damned tired of feeling cold and alone tonight and meant to do something to fix it right now.

Punching in the numbers Lex lay there naked, feeling his heart rate increasing as he waited for the call to go through. Then, just as he was about to give up, he heard a click and an incredibly hot voice asking him, "What fantasy would you like tonight, I'm here just for you."

God, just the tone of the voice alone almost sent him over the edge. Lex surprised himself by saying, "Make love to me", a warm chuckle on the other end of line said, "I can do that".

"What are you wearing right now?" Lex laughed softly and said "Nothing".

"That's good, that's just the way I want you. I need for you to close your eyes, relax and do everything I tell you. Can you do that for me?"

Lex was amazed at how turned on he was just listening to that voice, its tone, the intimacy of it. He couldn't believe how breathless his own voice sounded when he said, "Yes".

"Good. I'm rubbing your nipples right now, can you feel it? God, they are so hot, they feel like silk beneath my fingers. I have to taste them, can you feel my lips on your nipples, they feel so incredible." Lex felt his nipples harden and begin to tingle as if his phantom lover really was in the room with him. His fingers traced where he could almost feel lips gently biting and sucking there.

"Your chest is amazing, I love how it tastes but I want more. I'm slowly licking around the rim of your navel right now, do you feel my lips on your cock, does that feel good?" Lex heard his voice as if from far away saying, "Oh god yes, don't stop!" as his hand began to mimic the motions the voice was describing to him on the phone.

Losing himself to the sensations, Lex followed the voice as he continued to describe what he was doing to him; he felt his control disappear as he pumped his hand harder and harder, his breathing ragged, his body arching up to the lover he could actually feel nipping and touching and, oh god, screwing him into the mattress.

The next thing he realized clearly was that his stomach was covered in his own cum, the tiredness, loneliness and coldness were all gone and he felt fantastic! Lex heard the voice thanking him and telling him how much he loved him and how wonderful he was. Lex laughed breathlessly and said, "Clark, I love you and, while I do appreciate having my very own private 900 number, how much longer is it going to be before your fucking finals are finally over?"

fin