Summary: This was going to be one hell of a night
Fandom: Smallville/Sorority Boys crossover
Pairing: Clark Kent/Adam/Adina, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor/Adam/Adina
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters. Sadly. If I did they would be performing for my pleasure all the time.
Original story: Identity Crisis by HYPERFocused
Notes: Thanks to my two amazing betas lexalicious70 and danceswithgary
Adam wasn't gay; not exclusively, anyway. He still liked fucking women. A lot. But when you've had to live as a woman for a period of time, it teaches you to be more open-minded. Fucking a man was different from a woman, but it felt just as good.
The club was busy tonight, filled almost to capacity with gay couples, straight couples, and, most importantly of all, single men and women who were looking to have some fun. He loved this place. Whatever your tastes, you could find what you wanted here and, when your tastes were as wide and open as his, that just made things easier.
His eyes almost ran past the guy towering over everyone else on the crowded dance floor. He didn’t look especially at ease, but he was trying to blend in and act as if he knew how to dance. It was only when he glanced back, saw past the clothes and the awkward moving, that he realised just how hot this guy was. Now, no one else mattered. Adam had his target, and he chugged down the last of his beer before approaching.
“So, do you dance, or do you just stand there hoping the Abercrombie and Fitch people will come in and recruit you?”
This was the part he hated. This club catered to everyone, and Adam had no idea whether the guy standing in front of him was gay, bi, straight or asexual. Okay, the last one could probably be ruled out. You didn’t come to a place like this alone unless you wanted to fuck something.
“Yeah, I dance,” the guy replied with an amused smile. Well, he wasn’t running away, so that was a good sign.
“No, not very well.”
Okay, so he wasn’t the smartest guy out there. Well, you couldn’t have it all and brains weren’t everything.
“I meant ‘well, do you want to’?”
“I would, but my boyfriend’s very jealous and very powerful.”
Of course he had a boyfriend. Anyone who looked like this was bound to have a boyfriend. Usually if someone mentioned a boyfriend or a girlfriend that was his signal to move on, but at the same time he was talking, this guy was smiling at him and closing the distance. Clearly he was out to have a little fun and, if he was willing, then Adam certainly wasn’t going to complain.
“What’s your name?”
There was that amused smile again, like they were sharing a joke that he wasn’t aware of.
“I’m Clark, and who are you?”
“Adam. So, your boyfriend is pretty powerful, huh?”
Clark was so close now that Adam could smell his cologne. It smelled good, but expensive. Probably a gift from the boyfriend.
“Mmm,” Clark murmured, “very powerful.”
“I’m pretty powerful too,” he replied. “I’m president of the house of cock.”
It was a cheap line but it never failed to get a laugh, or make the other person horny. He was hoping it would be the latter.
“I’ll just bet you are,” Clark replied with a giggle.
“Kappa Omnicrom Kappa,” Adam explained when it became clear his line wasn’t going to make Clark jump him. “The coolest fraternity. Why haven’t you pledged?”
One perk of being president was that he could allow anyone he wanted into the house as a pledge. He was already imagining the fun they could have in the same house.
“I don’t think we’ve got those at Met U,” Clark said. “Besides, I’m not really the Greek type.”
They’d danced around each other long enough, Adam decided. Clark clearly thought this was some sort of game, and it was time to show him that he was serious. Adam closed the last few inches of distance between them so that their bodies were practically grinding against each other.
“I beg to differ,” he whispered, stroking his hand over Clark’s thigh and grinning when he felt how hard Clark was. “Your dick seems to differ, too.”
“Point taken. But you really don’t want to get my boyfriend angry.”
He was really starting to get sick of hearing about this perfect boyfriend of Clark’s. They were playing a twisted game, and Adam was beginning to suspect he didn’t know all the rules.
“I don’t see your boyfriend here, do you?”
“How would you know?”
He could probably guess. The fact that Clark was here alone told him a lot about what the guy must be like. He’d seen this sort of thing before. Middle-aged rich men who think that buying someone expensive gifts will keep him or her on his arm. It never worked. Men, and women, like Clark would never be satisfied with that when they could come somewhere like this and have anyone they wanted.
“Uptight?” Adam speculated. “Wears a suit? Boring but important job?”
“He’s stuck in a business meeting,” Clark said almost defensively. “And, no, he’s not uptight.”
Right, that was why Clark was here alone. This really wasn’t the sort of place for suits anyway, and he suspected Clark knew that. Why else would he be here?
“Well, he’s a jerk then,” he said. “Neglecting a hot guy like you. That should be a crime.”
“Sounds like you want to cure my loneliness,” Clark said with a coy smile.
Finally they were getting somewhere!
It was hard not to sound too eager but they’d been playing Clark’s little game for too long, and his hard-on was throbbing painfully in his pants.
“You wanna go somewhere a little more private?” Clark asked.
Adam almost rolled his eyes. Was this guy for real? He actually looked shy.
“I like you fine right here,” he practically growled, sliding one of his hands between them and slipping into Clark’s jeans. He was starting to wonder if Clark made a habit of hanging around in clubs just to act as a tease. Clark’s cock was hard in his hand, though, so maybe not all of this was a game.
“Fuck,” Clark hissed. “I’m not an exhibitionist.”
“Looks like you’re doing a fine job of displaying yourself to me,” Adam purred, as he stroked Clark. Then he noticed the look on Clark’s face. Far from enjoying it, he looked uncomfortable and was continually looking to see if anyone was noticing what they were doing. Maybe this part of the game was over.
“All right, if you want privacy…come on.”
He took Clark’s hand in his and tugged him off the dance floor and into a corridor that he knew well, even though it had no lights. He’d been here plenty of times before with men and women. Sometimes both, if it was a really good night. He pushed Clark against the wall and kissed him.
The wait had been worth it. Clark’s mouth was so hot, and he knew what he was doing when it came to kissing. He couldn’t wait to feel Clark’s cock in his mouth.
“You’re so hard for me, aren’t you?” He grinned as he felt Clark’s erection digging into him and dropped to his knees. “I’m going to suck you.”
Using his teeth to unbutton jeans was awkward, and took longer, but guys seemed to love it and Clark was no exception. He was already gasping in pleasure, and the noises just grew louder when he wrapped his mouth around Clark’s generously sized cock.
“Fuck, Lex,” he heard Clark moan. “You know I’m always hard for you.”
He jerked back, frowning. So, the boyfriend had a name, and Clark was imagining it was him.
“Lex isn’t here, Clark,” he pointed out with more than a small amount of annoyance in his voice. “I am.”
“Adam. Right. I’m sorry. God, please.”
The raw need in Clark’s voice was enough to placate him a little. So, he wanted to pretend it was his boyfriend sucking him off. Adam was sure that by the end of the night it would be his own name Clark was calling out.
“That’s better,” he said, and took Clark’s whole length into his mouth. Clark's fingers gripped his hair as he sucked and it hurt, but it felt good, too. Pain could be pleasurable in the right dose, but when Clark came he yanked hard on Adam’s hair and the pain level went from fun to not so fun. He almost choked as the pain stung his eyes and forced his throat to close.
“Fuck, Clark,” he coughed as he pulled back. “That hurt! Hasn’t anyone taught you not to yank like that?”
He glanced up and frowned when he saw the way Clark was staring at him. Even in the dim light how white Clark’s face was and how sick he looked.
“Oh, my God,” he heard Clark murmur. “Oh, my God! You’re not Lex.” He slid down the wall to land on the floor with a thump, his head thudding back against the wall.
Ohh! That explained a lot. Clark actually thought he was his boyfriend, which was weird, but explained why he’d been acting strangely earlier. Well, that was great. The only reason he’d got anywhere with Clark was because of a mistaken identity. Maybe he was losing his touch.
“I told you that from the beginning,” he told Clark.
“But you knew I thought you were my boyfriend,” Clark replied in a tone of voice that was a little too close to an accusation for his liking. “Why didn’t you let me know the truth?”
Right, so now he was supposed to be a mind reader, too? Honestly, who assumes that when you flirt with a guy that he thinks you’re someone else?
“Look at you, man,” he said, trying to keep the anger out of his voice and opting to play it cool. “What kind of idiot would give up a chance to have you over some stupid thing like a name mix-up?”
Clark blushed, and it gave Adam a small sense of satisfaction that he wasn’t the only one feeling bad about this whole thing.
“So, I take it the fun part of my evening is over, isn’t it?”
It was a shame, really. They could have had a lot more fun together before the night was over. He could only imagine what those full lips would feel like wrapped around his cock.
“Only if you want it to be,” a new voice said over Adam’s shoulder. “right, Clark?”
His eyes widened as they flitted between Clark and the newcomer. He had a face Adam knew all too well, and he mentally kicked himself for not making the connection sooner. Clark had called him 'Lex' several times. How many powerful men in Metropolis had that name?
Clark’s boyfriend was Lex fucking Luthor.
All he could do was stand there, staring like an idiot while Lex sat on the floor beside Clark. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was obvious Clark was apologising. A lot. This was not good. So not good.
Lex didn’t seem angry, though. In fact, it almost looked like he was smiling.
He cleared his throat loudly, causing both men to look up at him. It was almost like they’d forgotten he was here. Damn.
“You’re Lex Luthor.”
It wasn’t the most eloquent of introductions, and Lex was clearly not impressed.
“I would have thought that was obvious.” The dry reply made it quite clear what Luthor thought of Adam's capacity for logic.
Adam did his best not to react or look intimidated. He knew that was what Lex expected. Everyone was scared of the Luthors, and he had to show him that he was different, even if Lex had just caught him blowing his boyfriend. He extended his hand.
“I admit this wasn’t how I expected to meet you. We have an interview scheduled for Monday. That’s why I’m here. The LexCorp internship.”
Why the hell was he telling Luthor this? In fact, why was he still here at all? He should have just left when Lex arrived, and hoped that the other man didn’t remember his face. Adam sighed, “Guess I’ve blown it.”
“Interesting choice of words there, Adam. ‘Blown’.” Instead of shaking his hand, Lex handed him a business card. “Meet us at this address at midnight, and we’ll see. And this had nothing to do with the internship. You’ll have to wait for the interview for that. I trust you won’t be indulging in this kind of behaviour on the job, if I decide to hire you.”
“No, of course not.” Suddenly it occurred to him that he’d never actually told Lex his name, and the way Lex was staring at him made him feel more than a little uncomfortable. “Wait, are you serious?”
“I never joke about business or sex,” Lex assured him in that same dry tone. “But if you’d like to bring your ‘friend’ over instead, that would be fine.”
Shit! Shit! Shit!
There was no way Lex could know about Adina, but the way he was looking at him implied the total opposite.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he attempted to deny weakly, but Lex was having none of it.
“Adam, I make it a point to learn all I can about possible new employees. And I don’t much like liars. Now, do we have an understanding?”
Adam hadn’t felt this small since he was a little kid and his dad was yelling at him for not applying himself enough at school.
“Good. We’ll see you soon. Come on, Clark. Let’s go.”
As he watched them leave it suddenly because obvious to Adam how Lex had become so powerful at such a young age. He had such a commanding presence, it was no wonder people fell over themselves to make things happen for him. Every empire needed a strong leader, and Lex Luthor was that man.
He glanced at his watch and hissed. He didn’t have much time to change.
* * *
He checked himself in the mirror and adjusted his wig slightly. How the hell do you dress for something like this? He had no idea what was going to happen at the penthouse. Well, he had a fair idea, but he didn’t know how Lex expected him to dress.
It was important that he get this right and, in the end, he’d opted for a pink blouse and black skirt with his favourite underwear underneath. Now he had to hope it was good enough. His whole career, and the rest of his life, depended on tonight. His parents would kill him if he didn’t get this internship, and he really couldn’t face another lecture from his dad about what a slacker and a failure he was.
It was time to leave. He checked his reflection one more time, added a spritz of perfume, and headed for the most important night of his life.
* * *
He half-expected this to be a trick. Either he was going to walk into a room full of photographers, or worse, his parents, or he was going to be left standing outside like an idiot.
He was almost surprised when Lex opened the door and pressed a kiss to his cheek before introducing Adina to Clark.
“She’s a beautiful woman, isn’t she, Clark?” Lex asked. “Why don’t you kiss her?”
He should have expected something like this. A man like Lex Luthor had to be into some kinky shit, and watching his boyfriend with a female version of himself was pretty out there. Whatever it took, though. At least it meant he’d get some action tonight, even if it was in these weird circumstances.
Apparently, Clark seemed uncertain about the entire situation. For such a pretty boy he seemed remarkably out of his element, now that he didn’t think they were playing a game.
“Are you sure, Lex?” Clark asked, sounding very much like a scared little boy. It was almost sweet.
“Very sure,” Lex replied. “Besides, Clark, you were raised to return the favor when someone does something good for you. And Adam was very good, wasn’t he?”
He found himself eagerly awaiting Clark’s answer. He’d never had any complaints in the past, but now, it seemed important that Lex knew how good he was…at everything.
“Yes, he was,” Clark replied, and Adam had to hold back the grin that wanted to break out. “So, I should kiss her?”
“It’s a good place to start. Why don’t you try it and see where things go from there?”
Adam watched as Lex sat back to enjoy the show. It made him feel like a whore, but he wasn’t going to stop now. Lex might have claimed that the internship had nothing to do with what happened tonight, but Adam wasn’t stupid. He knew that if he’d simply not shown up tonight, then the job would have gone to someone else, regardless of how good his interview was. If this was what it took, then Adam would make sure he got one hell of a show.
When Clark kissed him, it was a soft, chaste kiss filled with uncertainty. Nothing like the one they’d shared in the club, when Clark had thought he was kissing Lex. Adam decided to take control and make sure Lex got what he wanted. He opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, teasing Clark’s tongue with his own until Clark was kissing him back. It was a good kiss, once Clark allowed himself to relax, and Adam could feel himself growing hard.
“Why don’t you take off her blouse, Clark,” Lex suggested. “I bet she’s got lovely lingerie. Wouldn’t you like to show it off, Adina?”
Clark didn’t wait for an answer before he started working at the buttons. Adam was starting to understand fully his role in this little situation, and it involved staying quiet and letting Clark do whatever Lex directed.
He could do that.
He eased his skirt down over his hips until it pooled around his feet on the floor. Clark seemed to be struggling with the small buttons on his blouse, but Adam waited patiently until it joined his skirt on the floor.
“What do you want me to do next?” Clark asked Lex. Adam had to admit he was intrigued too. He was painfully hard now and, if he didn’t find release soon, things were going to get messy.
“I want you to suck her pretty little cock, Clark.” Lex said softly, his own desire apparent in his voice as he took in Adina’s body. “That’s what you want, right, Adina? Those full, red, cocksucker lips around you?”
“Hey,” he said, temporarily forgetting that he was supposed to be staying quiet. No one, not even Lex Luthor, made negative comments about the size of his dick. “Watch it with the ‘little’ But fuck, yeah, that’s what I want.”
“Alright then, Clark,” Lex said. “But slowly. I want the show to last. And take off your clothes.”
Clark stripped quickly, and Adam had to admit he’d never seen a more perfect body. Golden skin, toned muscles, and an amazing cock that Adam was already acquainted with.
Clark’s mouth was hot around Adam and he was doing some incredible things with his tongue that Adam was sure Lex must have taught him. He was so lost in how good it felt that he didn’t realise Lex had joined them, until he glanced up and saw Lex standing opposite him, half his hand already inside Clark.
Their eyes locked, and it was impossible for Adam to look away. Lex’s mouth curled into an amused smile, and then he withdrew his hand and thrust into Clark, all the while keeping his eyes locked with Adam’s.
Maybe this was a test. The way Lex was looking at him it was as if he were measuring Adam up to see how much he could take or how much stamina he had.
Adam wanted to hold back and keep this going as long as he could, but it was no good. Clark was still doing those amazing things with his tongue, and Adam came with a shudder and a groan.
Lex maintained eye contact as Adam withdrew, and then nodded at him. Either he was satisfied with Adam’s performance, or he was being dismissed. Maybe both. He dressed and let himself out to the sounds of Clark and Lex both crying out as they climaxed.
There was nothing else he could do except deliver a kickass interview on Monday like he had prepared. Hopefully, tonight would mean that Lex would at least give him a chance.
Either way, it had been a hell of a night, and he definitely wouldn’t be forgetting it any time soon.