Title: Not pretty woman
Author: Bev
Beta: the amazing twinsarein. *hugs*
Rating: NC-17
Wave/Prompt: 38/ No. 15 Role Playing
Warning: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jerry picks up a hooker for
one night, and stumbles over Alex.
The red Ferrari drives slowly through
Metropolis's red light district, slowing down
every now and then to
take a closer look. Slowing down, but never
stopping.
A lot of the hookers almost start to
drool because getting a John with a car like that?
Might totally make
their night, and might even be enough so they can
go home for the
rest of the night.
But the car rolls by until the driver
suddenly, finally, stops in front of a man in his
thirties. He's too
old to be a real threat to all the younglings on
the street, so they
leave him be. And he's
bald. He's dressed in what appears to be
designer clothes, but the other hookers are sure
that the labels are
just fake.
The man calls himself Alex, and he's
here only every now and then. He isn't a regular
by far. And whenever
he's here, the red Ferrari comes around. Almost as
if the owner of
the car knows where to find this Alex guy. But of
course that's
impossible and only wishful thinking from the
other hookers. Because
they all know … their life is *nothing* like
Pretty Woman. So they
turn their backs when this strange man appears
once in a while. And
they let him have his dream guy in the red
Ferrari.
~*~
The man on the street walks with the
self-confidence of a guy who knows exactly what
he's worth. There's a
sway in his hips, a cockiness
to his smile, and a smoldering in his
gaze that has the man in the car halfhard in a
matter of seconds. He
stops and puts down the window.
"Hey, you," the man in the
car calls, and the hooker turns around. He's bald.
Not a single hair
is visible on his head. The black shirt he wears
appears to be made
of silk. Its first three buttons are undone,
revealing a smooth,
hairless chest. The black pants seem to be sprayed
on and leave
absolutely nothing to the imagination. He walks
closer to the car.
His narrow hips sway from side to side, and the
man in the car
swallows, his cock going from halfhard to
completely hard in less
than five seconds. This hooker is sex on legs!
The other man has to clear his throat
before he asks, "How much?"
Pale elbows rest casually on the door
of the car when the hooker answers, "Three
hundred for my hand,"
he holds it up and looks at it as if it's
something very special,
then he continues, "five for my mouth and if
you want this ass,"
he pats himself on said ass, "it doesn't come
cheap. If you want
in there, it costs a grand."
The other man swallows again, though
it's hard to say if it's because of his obvious
arousal or because of
the prices. It has to be the arousal for his next
question is, "How
much for the whole night?"
One pale eyebrow raises
above an
incredible blue eye, and the man leaning on the
door asses the other
one very closely before he answers. "Five grand. Cash upfront."
The cash is handed over without
hesitation and the bald man takes it, puts it
carelessly into his
backpocket and climbs into the car.
"Where to?" he asks, putting
on a pair of sunglasses although it's already
dark. But it looks
cool. And for a moment the man behind the wheel is
at a complete loss
of words. Then he visibly shakes himself and he
starts the car. "My
place," he says, and his voice is rough.
"I have a room in
a hotel nearby."
The hooker realxes,
practically melts
into the seat. "Sweet ride you have
here," he says, and
caresses the leather interior.
The driver follows every movement of
his hands with his eyes. "Thanks," he
croaks out. The
hooker turns around, one corner of his mouth
pulled up in a mixture
between a smile and a smirk. "I'm sure this
is not your first
time, pretty boy, so why are you nervous?"
The driver swallows, casts a quick
glance over at the hooker, and looks back out onto
the street again.
"What makes you think it's not my first
time?"
The hooker spreads his legs in blatant
invitation, and almost as if it has a will of its
own, the driver's
right hand lands high on the hooker's thigh. He
grins. "Point
proven," he says, and this time it *is* a
smirk. "You're
not nearly as innocent as you want to make me
believe."
"What's your name?" the
driver asks, and then he turns his head, "And
don't give me the
'Pick one' crap."
The hooker sighs. Has
everybody and
then some seen Pretty Woman? "I never used
that line," he
protests, "and my name is Alex."
"Alex. Hi. I'm Jerry."
Alex turns around slightly, turns his
body *and* his attention completely to the driver.
"Jerry? As in
short for Jeremy?"
Green eyes turn to Alex. "No,"
is the simple answer he gets, and Alex can sense
that further inquiry
is not wanted. He narrows his eyes, seems to think
for a moment, then
he reaches for Jerry's hand that still rests on
his thigh and moves
it up. Up and up, until it comes to rest on his
crotch. The hand is
big. So big. Alex plays
with it. Presses his hips up a bit so he can
press his hard cock into that big hand. Jerry's finger twitch, and
Alex can't help the moan that escapes him.
"You like that?" Jerry's
voice is again husky, but this time it's also dark
and full of
promises that Alex really really hopes he wants to
keep. Promises of
sex, of passion, of deep thrusts into his body. Of an orgasm – or
two – that could seriously rock his world.
"Yeah," Alex breathes, "I
like that. What do you like?"
Another quick glance and those amazing
green eyes are back on the street, concentrating
on the traffic.
"I'll show you what I like, Alex. As soon as
we're at the hotel
and up in my room, I'll show you exactly what I
like. And I expect
you to *give* me exactly what I want."
A pleasant shiver runs down Alex's
spine. Gone is every trace of insecurity. It's
replaced by something
darker. By a confidence that Alex knows comes from
almost always
getting what he wants.
Maybe he hasn't done this 'pick up a hooker
and fuck him in your hotel room' very often.
Doesn't mean he's as
inexperienced in the whole 'fuck him until he
screams'.
Alex is tempted to reach over, unbuckle
the belt, undo every
button and zipper, until he reaches flesh. He is
tempted to play with the cock which undoubtedly is
gorgeous. It has
to be, because this guy is absolutely gorgeous.
Alex takes one moment
to just look. Later on, he will
most likely close his eyes and enjoy
the feelings, but right now he looks.
Thick, black hair, golden skin, plush
lips that simply beg to be kissed and bitten
lightly, muscles as far
as the eye can see. This man is every wet dream he
ever had. Alex
wonders whether he can kiss. Not every man who has
the looks is
necessarily a good kisser. Something Alex had
learned pretty early.
The car stops in front of Metropolis'
finest hotel. Alex isn't surprised. With a car
like the one they’re
driving in, he didn't expect a cheap motel. A man
in a doorman’s
uniform appears instantly at Jerry's side and
without hesitation,
Jerry hands over the key, together with a twenty
dollar bill. The man
bows slightly, gets into the car, and takes off
slowly and carefully.
You can see that he's used to driving expensive
cars in the way he
handles the Ferrarri.
"Are you coming, Alex?" Alex
turns to Jerry. His voice sounds almost curious. But not unfriendly.
So the hooker simply nods, and resists the urge to
push his hands
into the pockets of his pants. Not because he
doesn't want to, but
because the pants are so tight he wouldn't be able
to fit his hands
in.
Silently, they ride up to the penthouse
suite. Of course it's the penthouse suite.
Ferrarri guy wouldn't take
anything less. Alex strides in, tries to look as
if he's completely
at home in such surroundings, and knows he fails a
bit when Jerry
behind him laughs softly. "Relax," the
other man purrs,
"nothing bad's gonna happen."
A fingertip strokes softly over his
spine, and involuntarily, Alex shivers. It feels
good. It's soft,
almost gentle.
"Do you want something to eat? Or
to drink? Usually, I order champagne and strawberries, but..."
"
fine by me," Alex interrupts him, then he
turns around, one of
his eyebrows goes up. "Usually?" he
asks, and grins when he
sees a flush spread over the handsome face of his
john for the night.
"So I was right, huh? Not your first
time."
Jerry's face hardens. "I don't pay
you to analyze me."
Alex stares. It comes unexpected, this
harshness, this coldness, and he sobers instantly,
the light mood,
the gentle teasing is gone. He nods. "That's
right. So what *do*
you pay me for? What do you want?"
Jerry pulls out a condom and throws it
at him, then he sits down in a plush chair,
spreading his legs,
clearly showing off his impressive erection.
"I want your mouth
on me," he says, matter-of-factly, and Alex
simply nods.
He kneels down between Jerry's legs,
opens his slacks, and smiles a little when there
is no underwear. He
likes guys going commando. The cock is already
well on its way to
being hard, and all it needs are two more pumps of
Alex's fist, and
it stands stiff and proud.
Alex realizes that he was right: the
cock is gorgeous just like the rest of the guy. He
rolls the condom
over the hard length – in a way glad that Jerry
thought of it
because eye to eye with a cock like that … he
might have forgotten
it – and takes it deep in his mouth, relaxing his
throat.
Swallowing the big hard cock
down to the root in one go.
Jerry moans deeply above him, and Alex
wants to smile aruond the cock in his mouth but
can't. Oh yeah, he
knows he's good at this. He'll give Jerry
something to remember.
Jerry must have been terribly on edge
because he comes what feels like moments later,
grunting out his
orgasm before going noodle limp in the chair.
Except for his cock which stays as hard
as it was before. If it wasn’t be
for the semen in the condom –
foolproof evidence that yes, Jerry did indeed come
– Alex would
have thought the other man had faked it.
Jerry grins lazily, pats the other
man's head like he might do with a pet. "Not
too bad, Alex,"
he mumbles, then he
reaches down into one his slack's pockets, pulls
out another condom.
"Get rid of that one, then put
this one on me, and go over to the bed. I want you
kneeling down, ass
up."
A mighty shiver runs down Alex's spine,
and he hastens to do as he's been told. The
thought of having that
amazing cock inside him nearly makes him whimper.
"Such a good boy," Jerry
mumurs, and Alex almost laughs because seriously?
Jerry is definitely
younger than him. But then there is this whole
'hooker/john' thing
and he knows he won't say anything. He'll just
raise his ass a little
higher, and be everything the other man wants him
to be. Because
that's what he gets paid for.
He startles a little when Jerry doesn‘t
push in in one long go, but slips a finger in
first. Carefully.
Almost as if afraid he might hurt him.
It‘s sweet.
In a way.
But *so* definitely not what Alex wants
right now, so he pushes back against the digit,
taking it in deeper,
murmuring, „Come on … I‘m ready ...“
A deep growl is about the only warning
he gets before his john is buried balls deep in
his ass. Alex gasps,
tries to breath through it because Jesus … he‘s
big. It‘s one
thing to see it and have it in your hand (or mouth
in his case) and
quite another to have it shoved inside you without
a proper warning.
Alex groans, and immediately Jerry
stills. A big, strong hand strokes gently over his
spine. „You
okay?“ comes the mumbled
question, and Alex almost laughs.
„Yeah,“ he gasps, „you‘re
fast
… didn‘t expect that.“
Soft, feathery kisses rain down his
back, over his shoulderblades, and he gasps again.
This time for
another reason. This gentleness comes as a surprise, and with a moan
he pushes back, this time making Jerry gasp. And
he grins, sensing
that he can get the upper hand again. He moves
slightly, lets Jerry
slip out just a little bit, and then pushes back
again. The other man
moans again, and Alex starts to fuck himself in ernest now. God, this
feels good. This beautiful, hard cock, splitting
him open, filling
him so good and deep.
He‘s close to coming before he
realizes it, and slows down. This is not about
him. It‘s about his
john feeling good. He concentrates, and squeezes
his ass tightly
around Jerry‘s cock. The other man jerks forward,
driving his cock
even deeper into Alex though he didn‘t think it
possible.
„God, Alex,“ Jery pants
behind him,
slipping out and sliding back in again, „you feel
so good … so
damn tight.“
Alex pushes back, moaning, and not
caring that he sounds every bit the whore he is.
„Yes,“ he
groans, „fuck me … come on … harder … come for me
… come
*in* me.“
Jerry pushes harder, almost shoving
Alex across the bed, and then comes with a
shudder. His grip tightens
on Alex‘s hipbones, and that pushes him over the
edge, too. He
comes with a moan, spilling his release on the
duvet underneath him.
His arms shake, and he wants nothing
more than to simply drop down, and close his eyes.
But he does *not*
snuggle or cuddle or spoon or anything girly like
that. He‘s a
prostitute and he does whatever the guy paying him
for wants him to
do. He gasps when he feels Jerry moving inside
him.
Jesus … he‘s *still* hard?
A hand between his shoulderblades
pushes him down, and he goes willingly. „Rest,“ Jerry murmures
soft, „we‘re not done yet. You might need your
strength.“ And
there is – honest to God – silent laughter in his
voice. Alex
closes his eyes, wincing slightly when Jerry pulls
his cock out. Then
curiosity gets the better of him, and he opens one
eye again, just a
tiny slit, and he watches Jerry pull the – filled,
mind you –
condom off, tie it up, and throw it away.
His eye falls shut again, and he‘s
sure that he‘s in for the ride of his life.
~*~
Seven hours later, Alex is convinced
that he‘ll walk bowlegged for the rest of his
natural life. Jerry
had taken him again and again, in every way
possible to the human
mind and body. He lost count on how many times he
came, and he is
absolutely certain that the maid cleaning up the
room after them will
think they had an orgy with at least five guys.
Jerry lets him climb out of the Ferrari
on the same corner he picked him up the night
before. There are new
faces now, watching him unabashedly, as he limps out.
If it wasn’t
so justified, he would love to wipe that smirk off
of Jerry‘s face.
But seeing it as it is, he simply leans in to kiss
him once more,
before banging the door shut, and watching the car
take off.
Then he stretches languidly. Sheesh …
every bone in his body hurts in this godyeahgood
way he loves so
much. He pats his backpocket once more with the
cash stowed away
safely, then he puts on
his sunglasses, and heads over to the coffee
shop at the corner. Though sitting might not be a
viable option right
now … he deseperately needs his coffee.
~*~
he shares with Lex, and calls out, „Lex? You home,
yet?“
Silence greets him, and the only one
who comes to say Hello is their cat Val.He bends
down, and pats her
gently. „Lex not home, yet?“
he murmurs, and she looks up at him,
meowing quietly.
wallet on the little table next to the door, hangs
his coat, and
makes his way into the living room.
Lex is on the couch, dead to the world,
snoring softly. The slight indentation on the
pillow next to him,
shows that Val kept him company til
her nap so rudely by yelling out.
He presses a soft kiss to Lex‘s
forehead, and waits for him to wake up. The older
man‘s eyelids
flutter, and very slowly – almost in slow motion –
his eyes open.
„Hey, love,“
Lex smiles at him. It‘s a smile that even after
all these years
together still manages to take Clark‘s breath
away. „Busy day?“
Lex slaps at him playfully, and sits up
with a groan. „You’re one to talk! More like a
busy night.“ He
stretches again, and
soft skin. Then Lex yawns, and scratches his
belly. „Damn alien,“
he mumbles, but he leans in for his
welcome-home-kiss, which
only too willingly delievers, „I forgot how many
times you can go
if you really set your mind on it.“
much? God, Lex, why didn‘t you ...“
A kiss shuts him up. Lex discovered in
the very beginning of their relationsship that
this is a great way to
shut
„It was amazing,“ he says
quietly,
„and exactly what I wanted. I love it when you go
all unprectiable
caveman on me.“
on his face. „Soo,“ he says after a little while,
„next time
...“
Lex pulls him close, and kisses him
again. „Next time?“ he
asks with a mischievious smile on his
face.
right?“
Lex‘s grin widens, and he also nods.
„Your turn, farmboy,“ he
answers. „Got something special in
mind?“
makes his thinking-face. „I was thinking about
spending a day in
the country. Know someone who might need a handsome
farmhand?“
Lex laughs out loud. Who would have
guessed that playing games could be so much fun?
End