A/N: Just a forewarning to the people who actually might care—honestly it bothers me a little bit so I figure it might bother someone else—this story contains a small contradiction pertaining to Superman's invincibility. But in the end, I said eff the technicalities and wrote it anyway. Anyone that can figure it out gets cyberhugs! :)
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For the Love of Chloe
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"CK," the dark haired man said, his speech slurring slightly around the edges. "Can I ask you something?"
Clark peered down at the man sitting next to him. For the passed 3 hours, they had been at a bar a few blocks down from the Daily Planet, running Jimmy's woes away with the help of a good friend named Jack Daniels, and Jimmy had been jabbering non-stop to the alien the entire time, his personality, his comments, and his questions steadily growing more rambunctious as the night progressed. And as the liquor processed in his system, of course.
Clark had had just as much to drink as Jimmy, because whenever the smaller man would order another round, he would always order two and push one of the drinks in front of Clark, sloshing a bit of it out of the glass along the way. But of course Clark Kent, being Clark Kent and all, The Last Remaining Survivor of the Planet Krypton, was not affected by the alcohol at all.
But the bartender didn't know he couldn't get drunk. And neither did Jimmy. So he let his speech slur just a little as well. He was certain that, despite his large and broad stature, he should be showing some effects of the twenty-four empty shot glasses that cluttered the counter in front them. Apparently the bartender was intentionally leaving them there in a covert attempt to show the two exactly how much they'd had to drink. So Clark continued to maintain a mildly tipsy facade, just enough to be plausible but not enough that the bartender might call them a cab when they finally decided to leave.
"Of course you can. You can ask me anything." Clark smiled at the smaller man. He found it amusingly curious that Jimmy felt the need to ask that question after the shower of slurred speech he'd spilled over Clark since their fifth shot.
"You and Chloe dated once, right? Back in highschool?" Jimmy asked curiously, his eye narrowing slightly with the question.
"Ummm…" was Clark's intelligent response. He wouldn't call that dating. They hadn't been… together? Had they? They went to prom together. Sure it was as a couple but… It didn't last long enough for Clark to think anything of it. "We went to Smallville Formal together but—"
"And on top of that, you're her best friend!" Jimmy interrupted, in a way that Clark was sure the drunk man didn't realize was rude. So Clark Kent, being Clark Kent and all, The Kind and Gentle Giant, let the minor insult slide. "You of all people would know everything about her!"
"Yeah," Clark agreed hesitantly, curious about where this was going. Throughout all the rambling Jimmy had done, he still hadn't told Clark why he'd somberly drug him to the divey bar in the first place. It seemed that they were finally heading in that direction.
"So tell, me…" Jimmy said, his voice lowering to an unnecessarily quiet level as he leaned in closer, like he thought someone was listening to them. But other than the tender and two other patrons at the other end of the bar, the place was empty. Still, Clark humored the drunk man and leaned in as well "What does Chloe like… in the bedroom?"
Clark snapped away so quickly he almost turned over in his bar stool. He stared at Jimmy indignantly, shock and embarrassment the only apparent emotions on his face. "What?" was the only word that could escape him. Jimmy was slurring pretty badly. Maybe Clark hadn't comprehended properly.
"You heard me," Jimmy responded, the liquid confidence pouring through him. "What does she like? You've been her friend since high school. I'm sure you two have dabbled around," he playfully punched Clark shoulder, "at least once."
"Umm… no," Clark said, his face becoming impossibly redder. "Chloe and I have never done anything like… like that together. Where is this even coming from?"
With that question, Jimmy's confidence seemed to slip away just as quickly as it came, and the somberness that Clark hadn't seen since they'd arrived returned. "Well… it's kind of embarrassing," Jimmy admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper on the word 'embarrassing'. "That's why I had to come here and get drunk before I could talk about it."
As if Jimmy hadn't embarrassed himself enough already. Clark was certain that he was going to regret his next decision, but clearly something was bothering Jimmy. So Clark Kent, being Clark Kent and all, The Male Mother Teresa, leaned back in with a warm smile and spoke softly. "You can talk to me. I won't judge."
"Well…" Jimmy began, his face slightly red. "I love Chloe, you know that. But I feel like… maybe… I might lose her." His shoulders slumped a little, as if the confession had sapped away a bit of his energy.
"What?" Clark asked incredulously, peering over at the drunk man. Was he serious? It had to be the drunken crazy talking. "Chloe adores you, Jimmy," Clark said, assuring the smaller man of his words. "Most of time you're all she ever talks about. What's going on? What would make you feel that way?"
"She hasn't exactly said anything," Jimmy slurred, "but whenever we're… you know… it's happening…" Clark's blush was so severe he was surprised his face didn't face fall off. Images he didn't need to see crossed his brain. Ones with a moaning Chloe squirming under a naked Jimmy's body. "I feel like I'm not…" he paused for a moment, as if he were searching for an adequate word, "...sufficient enough for her." Jimmy dropped his head in shame.
Clark was almost certain that his face resembled a ripe tomato, but the drunk man continued on. "She had me fooled for a while, girl sure knows how to fake a climax." Clark blanched. "I'm talking a theatrical performance, woman deserves an Oscar. But I figured her out when… a few weeks ago I went over to her place and… I heard her… faintly from the hallway. Shattered my heart because I thought she was with another man. So I invited myself in, and when I crept up to her room, she'd left the door cracked and I peered in... I caught her in her bed using a toy." Clark was certain that were he not an invincible alien, he would certainly acquire some type brain damage in the near future, from the way his blood constantly and abruptly shifted to and from his face. Still, Jimmy pressed on, slurred speech and all.
"I was so shocked, I couldn't step away from the door. Clark, when she came... it was nothing like anything she'd ever done with me. It poured out of her." Clark felt his breath leave his chest. If it was possible for him to do so, he probably would've passed out. "I'm talking waterworks. It was like she pissed in the sheets." Jimmy shook his drunk head in disbelief. "Why does she need a toy when she has me? The dildo didn't look that big... and I'm not small or anything. I compared my dick to a couple of porn stars and we're practically the same size! That should be good enough right?" Oh, god. They were talking about his dick size. How did Clark get himself into this again? Oh, yeah, because he was too nice for his own damn good.
"That's why I asked you what she liked," Jimmy concluded. "I figured maybe you could confirm some things." He peered up at the taller man, obviously waiting for a response.
Confirm some things? Confirm what? Did he think Chloe came to Clark talking about her sexual frustrations? Ummm… no. They were best friends but not those kind of friends. Clark desperately wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
After it was apparent that Jimmy was going to stare at him until he said something, Clark attempted to pull himself together with a few coughs. "Ummm… Maybe you should talk with Chloe about this."
"I can't. Clearly she doesn't want to hurt my feelings or she wouldn't have faked her climaxes in the first place," he continued on without taking a breath. "And it took all of this," he waved a lazy hand over the many shot glasses, "just for me to talk with my buddy, CK. Imagine how much it would take for me to talk to her about it… I've never drank this much around Chloe. Ever. I don't want her to see me like this."
Well. Clark didn't know what to say. He hadn't been with anyone since the few times he'd been with Lana, and he hadn't had this problem with her. He knew she hadn't faked anything, he'd felt it flow out of her as she contracted around him. Clark waved the petite bartender over and ordered two more rounds just to have something to do.
She was hesitant at first, peering over at the shot glass filled counter in front of them and looking as if maybe it was time to cut them off. But after a side glance at Clark—he realized that Jimmy's conversation had made him forget to pretend to be drunk—she poured them up another round.
"This is your last one," she said, in a tone so sharp and commanding it made Clark sit up a little straighter in his seat. He barely refrained himself from blurting out, 'yes ma'am'.
"Awe come on—" Jimmy started to argue, but the glare the woman gave him stopped the words in his throat. "I'll be back with the bill." And she left to do just that.
"Little Miss Pissy…" Jimmy grumbled grabbing up one of the shots. He downed it with only a small flinch from the burn. He tossed it back easily, as if that wasn't his 13th shot.
"That's not really what I wanted, CK." The matron came back over and slapped the bill on the counter next to the glasses and with a final glare at Jimmy, she walked away to service her other two patrons. "It was kind of an appetizer leading to the main question."
Oh god… There was more?
"There is one thing that I know Chloe likes. She let it slip once during some pillow talk a few months ago, but we haven't spoke about it since…. You know how guys like to see two girls… together? Like… it turns us on? Well Chloe told me that… she might like to see me… with another guy..." Clark had to fight a facepalm. He pinched the bridge of his nose instead. He did not need to know all of this information about his best friend. Jimmy had had too much to drink.
"Jimmy, why are telling me this?"
"Because… I love Chloe, Clark," Jimmy emphasized, starring the taller man in his eyes ardently. For a moment, it was as if all traces of the intoxicated man from before had vanished. Well, if his speech wasn't still slurring. "I'll do anything for her. I figure if I do this for her, it might help with her… sexual frustrations..." Clark froze when he felt a hand gently rest on one of his thighs. "If she wants to bring another man into the bedroom with us… what better person to do it with… than you?" When Jimmy gently caressed his thigh, Clark decided that he'd had enough. He hopped up from the bar stool so swiftly it toppled over behind him, causing the other three people in the bar to glance over at them curiously.
"Look, Jimmy." Clark held his hands in front of him in a defensive manner, as if trying to calm a frightened child, and spoke in a tone that he hoped matched the gesture. "I think you've had one too m—no—three too many drinks. I'm gonna drive you home, and we're going to pretend like you never fondled me."
Jimmy grinned drunkenly. "Come on Clark—"
"No," Clark said sharply, almost as sharply as the bartender had spoke. It was as if he had taken classes from her. Clark dug a fifty from his wallet and slapped it on the counter without even looking at the ticket. "Come on. I'm taking you home."
"Fine…" Jimmy agreed, wobbling down from his stool in defeat. "I'm sorry, you're right. I am so pissed right now," he laughed. "I'm probably gonna have the biggest hangover in the morning…" And with that, he stumbled toward the door.
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Had someone asked Clark what he would do for Chloe before he'd ever step foot in that bar, his immediate answer would have been 'anything'. But after anything had been put to the test, Clark wasn't so sure that anything was the same answer anymore. Clark would not, could not do that for Chloe. And with Jimmy?
It wasn't that Jimmy was and unattractive man, he was just… a man! Clark didn't hold anything against gay men. If they wanted to poke each other's booty holes then… that was on them. But Clark had never even thought about being with another guy before. Hell, he still had wet dreams about Lana sometimes. But now that the prospect had been practically forced onto him, it was all he could think about as he drove the drunkard home.
Images that Clark didn't really want to see constantly crossed his brain. Images of him and Jimmy kissing... mouths, necks and bodies. Jimmy's lip wrapped around his throbbing dick, his dick shoved up Jimmy's tight ass. Or—Clark flinched a little a this one—Jimmy's dick shoved up… his? Because if they actually did it, who's to say that Clark would be the top?
Clark shook his head vehemently as he pulled in front of Jimmy's apartment building. 'If' didn't matter! Because it wasn't going to happen! Clark was not having sex with a man. He parked the truck and glanced over only to find that at some point, Jimmy had fallen asleep next to him. The man's head had lolled over into the passenger door and his chest softly rose and fell gently as he exhaled soft breaths through his slightly parted lips. Looking at his plump pink lips made Clark think about about kissing them again or having his hard shaft—
"Jimmy." Clark said abruptly, gently shaking him to distract himself. "Jimmy." Clark shook a little harder when the man didn't stir. "Jimmy!" Clark huffed in frustration. The man had passed out drunk. In Clark's passenger's seat. "This night just keeps getting worse." Clark cut the engine and climbed out, walking around the cab. He opened the door and Jimmy fell out of the truck where Clark had to swiftly stoop and catch him before he crashed to the ground. For a moment Clark considered letting it happen. Maybe that would wake him up. But Clark immediately scolded himself for having such a terrible thought.
He easily pulled the smaller body out of the truck, draped him across his broad shoulder and set off. Getting into the building was easy. Clark simply broke the door handle. Up three flights of stairs around a corner. Clark remembered where Jimmy apartment was. All was well until he reached the locked apartment door. Clark could easily break that handle as well. But then he'd have to explain to Jimmy how it had wound up that way.
So he pulled Jimmy back over his shoulder and easily tucked the man into one arm while he practically fondled him. The keys had to be in… his pocket. Clark could feel them. But when he dug his hands into Jimmy's jean pocket, he looked up into crystal blue eyes and froze, his hands still shoved into the smaller man's jeans. Clark could feel his flaccid dick through the thin fabric. Jimmy hadn't been lying. It was pretty thick...
"This looks more awkward than it is," Clark swiftly attempted to explain.
"Looks like you're touching my junk," Jimmy slurred. Clark couldn't fight his blush as he retracted his hand and placed the man back on his own feet.
"You were never asleep," Clark accused, his brows touching each other.
"Nope," Jimmy admitted shamelessly. "It was all a ruse to get you to put your hand in my pocket."
Clark fumed. He could almost feel the steam coming from his ears. That was just… just… devious.
"I should've left you on the stoop outside," Clark growled.
"But I knew my buddy CK would never do that," Jimmy responded, grinning mischievously. Then he frowned, swaying on his feet a little. "How'd you get in the building anyway?"
Shit...
"I'm leaving," Clark spat, turning on his heel.
"Wait! Clark," Jimmy grabbed him by his sleeve and Clark didn't snatch away, for he feared he might do it too hard out of anger and send the man flying down the hallway. "I got sloppy drunk, risked a hangover so that I'd be brave enough to ask you for this. You're the only man I'd ever be willing to do it with," Jimmy said, and Clark could hear the plea in his voice. "I know it's gonna be weird… but it's for Chloe."
Clark's jaw was clenched so tightly, he was surprised he didn't crack a tooth.
"Come on, Clark." Jimmy's voice was small, as if he could somehow sense Clark's defenses wavering. "I don't beg easily." Clark closed his eyes. Yes, he loved Chloe. And it wasn't like he was having sex with any man. It was Jimmy. And they both knew there was nothing... gay about it. Neither of them were attracted to each other. And it had to feel good in some kind of way, right? Otherwise men wouldn't do it. The large man's tense shoulders relaxed with his resolve.
"Okay." If the hallway weren't so quiet Jimmy probably wouldn't have heard him.
"Okay?" Jimmy said, surprise lacing his tone.
"Okay," Clark said a little more firmly. Then he spun around so swiftly it made Jimmy jump from shock. "But we have to kiss or something. Right now. Just to see if I'm gonna be able to do this. I don't want to get in the middle of it with Chloe watching, realize I hate it, and then feel guilty for backing out of my word. So kiss me."
"Ummm—uh—o—okay," Jimmy stammered. Then he shifted on his feet timidly. "Well not right here," he said glaring down the empty hall while pulling the keys from his pocket. "Anyone could walk up." He fumbled to put the right key in the lock, until finally, Clark rolled his eyes and did it for him. Jimmy ushered Clark inside, flicking on a light and closing the door behind them.
Then he took a steadying breath, leaned in and pressed his lips into Clark's. Because Jimmy was shorter, Clark had to tilt his head down a little, just like he did with women. It actually wasn't that bad, just lips touching lips. Although Jimmy's lips were softer than any girl Clark had ever kissed. Still, this was too much like kissing his mom. It wouldn't work. Clark wanted to know whether this was going to disgust him or not.
"Open your mouth." Clark's lips brushed against Jimmy's as he spoke. It was gentle, but a command all the same, and Jimmy complied. Then their tongues were touching. Jimmy's mouth tasted like Jack. But Clark figured that his mouth probably did too. Other than that, it was just like kissing a girl. Clark was actually a little surprised to find something happening in his pants.
His hands moved to Jimmy's hips on their own accord, and he stepped closer to the shorter man, pushing him back into the door. Jimmy's mouth was warm and he was doing things with his tongue that Clark had never experienced before. He gripped Jimmy's—surprisingly plump—ass through his jeans and lifted him from the floor to get their mouths level, just like he would have with a woman, and Jimmy's legs and arms promptly wrapped around Clark.
By now, Clark's was rock solid, almost painfully so. His dick was straining against the zipper of his pants, begging to be released. It was when he experimentally rutted into Jimmy that he froze. Because he could feel Jimmy's rock hard cock pressing into him through the cloth and there was no way Clark could pretend he was with a woman anymore. But what frightened him the most… was that he still liked it. He liked the feeling of a hard dick pressed against its own. His cock didn't immediately deflate. No. It still want it out. It wanted him to snatch Jimmy's pants down, turn him around, pound the smaller man into the door.
"Ummm… we should stop," he said, abruptly letting Jimmy back down to the floor.
"Ummm… yeah. We should," Jimmy agreed, breathing deeply, wiping the back of his hand across his now red and slightly swollen lips. "That was a little more than a kiss," he chuckled timidly.
"I should go," was Clark's only response. "Umm… talk to Chloe and have her call me." Then before Jimmy could blink, Clark had open the door and was gone.
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"So what's really going on?" Chloe asked from Jimmy's sofa, quirking an eyebrow at him. "I know you didn't call me over here to talk about the photos for my article. We could've done that over the phone." She crossed her legs and leaned into Jimmy on the couch. "Or at work tomorrow."
Jimmy immediately tensed. He'd called Chloe over to tell her about Clark, but without the liquid courage flowing through him, he was clamming up. What if he'd made a mistake? What if they hadn't talked about this since that blissful night of pillow talk for a reason? What if she didn't even want this anymore? Maybe Jimmy had severely imposed on a good friend for no reason. Maybe he had—
"Okay Jimmy, what's going on?" Chloe asked again, but with a concern filled voice this time. She reached out to him affectionately. "You look like you're about to hyperventilate." Perfect. Even worse. He couldn't even hold it together in front of his girlfriend. He should be ashamed to call himself a man. He was such a wuss. Pathetic—
"I talked to Clark about having sex with us," he blurted out, so quickly it sounded like a jumbled mess. But apparently Chloe understood perfectly well. Her hands dropped to her lap like lead.
"What?" She swooped up from the couch and stepped around it as if she needed to distance herself from the man.
"Okay, that came out wrong." Damage control. Damage control. "Let me explain." He stepped up from the sofa and tried to walk around to her but she sidestepped and swiftly moved further away.
"Please do," she snapped indignantly. "Because it's not sounding too good." Oh, god. She was reacting exactly how he feared she would.
"Umm—You said—when—I thought this is what you wanted!" he spluttered.
The only word Jimmy could find to describe Chloe's expression was acerbic. "Why would I want Clark to have sex with us?"
Jimmy had really messed up this time. "Look, Chloe. I'm sorry if I've offended you in any kind of way." He hesitantly stepped towards her again, reaching out... and she let him hold her this time… but with the expression of a furious bunny, like she would jump away at any moment, or gnarl his eyes out. She was letting him touch her though, and Jimmy took that as a good sign. "I just… I remember you saying that you might like... to see me with… another man."
Chloe peered up at him from inside his arms. She wasn't pulling away. Or gnarling. That was a good thing. But her expression was completely unreadable. "You remember that? That had to be months ago."
"My girlfriend tells me she wants me to be gay for her?" Jimmy chuckled. "Kind of hard to forget. And if that's something you really want… then I want to give it to you."
She looked utterly speechless again, but clearly for a different reason this time. "Jimmy… wow..." The awe was palpable in her voice. "I only told you that because… well I don't know, but I didn't think you would… You would do that for me?"
"For you? I love you. So much. I'll give anything I'm capable of giving."
"And of all people, Clark was the man you chose?"
Jimmy couldn't fight the blood rushing to his face and he stepped away from her. "Well he's the only man I would feel even relatively comfortable doing something like this with. And I wanted it to be someone that you found attractive. Clark is tall, dark, and handsome. Anyone can see that from a mile away. And I remember you telling me that you two had a…. thing in high school. And he's your best friend. I know he loves you too. But mostly… I didn't want anyone that might run off and talk about it afterwards. I know Clark wouldn't do anything like that. So I asked him…"
"And?" Chloe presses eagerly.
"...and he said to talk to you and have you call him," Jimmy said delicately.
"That doesn't sound too promising," Chloe said, her eager tone slowly waning, like water seeping through cupped hands. Then she was abruptly eager again. "But it doesn't sound like a definite no either!" And with that, she whipped out her cell phone.
"W—wait," Jimmy stammered. "You're gonna call him right now? Shouldn't we—" But Chloe held a few fingers aloft in silencing gesture.
"Clark?" She paused. Then her voice jumped up an entire octive, laying the sweetness on thick enough to attract bees. "Hi, buddy!"
The phone was loud enough that Jimmy could hear a indistinguishable voice giving a short response.
"So… I spoke with Jimmy…" She continued brightly after the voice on the phone finished speaking. She left the end of the sentence open, as if it was a question. It was an obvious gesture for Clark to respond. Which he did. The phone let out a faint garble of voice again.
"Mmmhmmm…" Chloe smiled.
Garble, garble, garble, garble.
"Mmmhmmm…" She smiled a bit more.
There was long moment of garble after that, in which Chloe simply stood there smiling with the phone to her ear. Jimmy didn't like only being on one end of the conversation. And on top of that, his end was giving him absolutely no information.
"Yeah…"
Garble, garble.
"Okay, bye!" She snapped the phone shut, beaming. "He's on his way!"
"Wait—what?" Jimmy's eyes practically popped out of his head. "Right now?"
"Yup!" Chloe cheesed. "Thank you so much for doing this for me!" She jumped into his arms and laid a wet one him. Jimmy's mind was so blank from the suddenness of the situation, he didn't know how to respond. Then Chloe pulled back and winked at Jimmy, mischievously. "You'd better go hop in the shower and get that booty ready." She smacked said booty lightly and gently pushed him toward his bathroom.
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45 minutes later Clark walked out of the Spa feeling much more confident about himself. There was actually a small smile on his face. Everyone had been really nice and professional and they'd made Clark feel comfortable, even though he'd just been stark naked on a massage table. Clark thought that maybe he would go back sometime.
He'd known that he could zip over to Jimmy's apartment in minutes—and that would look suspicious—so he'd hopped in the shower first, and then decided to make a detour. He did not regret his decision, even though his body looked and felt a little weird now that he was completely hairless from the neck down. Because Clark had decided that if he was going to go through with this, he was not going to do it feeling uncomfortable about his hygiene the entire time.
He'd never felt the need to do any hair removal when he was with Lana. A good shower prior to sex had always sufficed. But Lana had never been anywhere near his ass. And there was a possibility that Jimmy would be. When Clark had thought about that while he was showering, the few prominent, dark, curly hairs that ran along the inside of his cheeks and groin—he'd never even really noticed them before, they'd been so negligible—had made him nervous.
He'd considered going at it with a razor, because being Clark Kent and all, he knew he couldn't cut himself. The razor would be in more danger than he was. But after his attempt to do that, he'd quickly realized that he couldn't really see back there. He'd tried using the bathroom mirror, but cocking his leg up and looking over his shoulder hadn't been very comfortable. At all. He had a list of powers, but Super Flexibility wasn't one of them. So after a quick glance at the time, and seeing that he still had plenty of it left to 'travel', he'd dressed in comfortable clothes, then pumped himself up with a little bit of convincing, and zipped off to the Spa.
When he'd timidly told the receptionist what he wanted, she hadn't even been surprised. But when she saw how uncomfortable he was, she'd realized that it was his first wax. She had then, promptly and kindly informed him that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, because despite popular belief, men got body waxes all the time, even the straight ones. After hearing that, Clark felt much better about it. That is, until she'd told Clark that the only waxologist they had available at the moment was a man.
Clark had instantly tensed. When he'd convinced himself to go, it was under the impression that a woman would performing the service, not the flamboyant and obviously gay man that came out to greet him in the reception area minutes later. If Clark had had the time, he would've waited for a woman. For some reason, he felt that letting an actual gay guy touch his naked body was much worse than what he was about to with Jimmy.
The guy, Evan was his name, had actually wound up being very friendly and professional, making Clark feel bad about his initial reaction. Because even though Clark knew Evan was interested—which Clark surprisingly found he was not insulted only flattered—after he'd caught the man trying not to peer at his naked body whenever he thought Clark wasn't looking, every touch had been gentle and hadn't felt sexual in any way. There were no lingering hands and no unnecessary contact. Clark respected him for that.
He had thanked Evan for his professionalism, left the man a nice tip, and zipped over to Jimmy's complex, arriving at precisely the right moment for Jimmy to believe that he'd been driving across Metropolis the entire time.
Surprisingly, the hardest part was knocking on the door. Once Clark had done that, the door had burst open to reveal an exuberant Chloe, wearing a frilly blouse and a form fitting pencil skirt. Her excitement about the arrangement, seeing her this happy, made the tension leaves Clark's shoulders.
"Hi, Clark!" she beamed. "Come in! Please!" She swiftly stepped aside with her infectious grin plastered on her face, allowing Clark room to step in and giving him a clear view of Jimmy.
The smaller man stood rather timidly in the middle of the living room with a small smile on his face, his blue eyes wide and placid and his hands tucked into his pockets. His hair was slightly damp—evidently he'd been concerned about hygiene too. But what shocked Clark was that he looked…. dapper was the first word that came to mind.
He wore a lavender button down that clashed with his eyes brilliantly. It was neatly tucked into black slacks with a belt pulled snugly through the loops. The ensemble was completed by a pair of crisp black Stacy Adams, that shined under the incandescent lights. Clark immediately felt underdressed in his usual jeans, t-shirt, and red jacket. Should he have dressed up?
"Hey, Jimmy," Clark said, a little uncomfortable now because of Jimmy's appearance. "You look nice."
Jimmy turned an interesting shade of scarlet and covered his face. "Chloe made me wear this," he mumbled.
"Oh…" Clark relaxed a little. That made him feel a bit better.
"Which I asked him to do," Chloe piped in cheerfully, ushering Clark further into the room and closing the door, "because this is probably the only time I'm gonna get this and I want the best memories. It's gonna be like my own personal, live porno! Oh my god!" She squealed excitedly, making Clark and Jimmy both blush deeply, and avoid each other's eyes. Chloe was practically jumping up and down like a sixteen year old birthday girl getting her first car. Honestly, her excitement made what they were about to do for her worth it.
"So. Clark." She clapped her hands, as if she was ready to get down to business. "I've already spoke to Jimmy about this and he's agreed. Clark." She planted a gentle hand on his chest, looking up sweetly into his eyes. "My best friend in the whole world." She was laying it on thick, again and he knew she wanted something, just like he did when she'd called earlier. "Since this is probably the only time I'm gonna get this. I was wondering… if you could find it in the kindness of that gigantic heart of yours—"
"Chloe, what do you want?" Clark interrupted, smiling. Her performance was just so brilliant that he couldn't fight it. If these were the same acting skills she'd implemented when faking her orgasms with Jimmy, no wonder she had him fooled.
She dropped the facade as quickly as she picked it up and spoke blatantly. "I want you two to switch. I don't care who does what first, but at some point I want to see Jimmy on the bottom, and I want to see him on top. Can you do that for me? That would be the cherry on top of the sundae."
Of course that's what she wanted. Well, Clark had been thinking about it anyway. What could be so bad? He was invincible and therefore it wasn't easy for someone to hurt him. But what if Clark was so invincible, Jimmy couldn't even penetrate him? Clark would definitely have some explaining to do. But he immediately push that absurdity out of his brain. Yes he was invincible, but his skin was still soft, pliable, and elastic, and therefore…
"I guess," Clark shrugged. "I kind of came over expecting it anyway." Clark couldn't believe that he had just shrugged at letting someone shove their dick up his ass. How did he get himself into this again? Oh, yeah. Because he was too nice for his own damn good.
Chloe squealed again and threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you so much!" She planted a swift kiss on his cheek and then turned and threw herself on Jimmy instead. "And thank you!" She planted a much longer one his lips and Jimmy kissed back passionately, placing his arms on her waist. Clark couldn't help remembering the previous night, when he'd been on the receiving end of that kiss. Pretty soon he'd been on it again...
Chloe pulled away and gave one more short peck. "This is going to be the best." She was smiling so ardently it looked painful. "Shall we move this to the bedroom?" She asked, sounding so cheesy, both of the men actually laughed, but they both nodded their agreements, and the trio moved through a closed door leading off the right of the living room.
Clark's jaw dropped. This was his first time seeing Jimmy's bedroom, but he was certain that it wasn't always like this. The room wasn't very large. There was a plush queen sized bed dominating almost half it, a nightstand on either side, a single shaded lamp perched on each. A small bottle of lubricant sat next to one of the lamps. At the foot of the bed, was a comfortable looking chair, that appeared as if it had been pulled in from the living room because it didn't match the bedroom's decor, and right next to chair was a small glass coffee table, presumably from the living room as well. In the middle of the small table, there was a champagne flute filled almost to the brim with a sparking liquid. But none of this is what shocked Clark.
Other than two very dim lamps perched on the nightstands, the room had no electric light. It was illuminated in a golden glow by the many jars of mismatched candles that adorned almost every flat surface in the room that wasn't the floor or the bed. Both of the windows on the far wall was let up halfway, obviously to ventilate the heat in the room, but even still, the flames had the room rather toasty, almost like sitting next to a fire on a cold winter evening. The light wind blowing through the window, gently fluttered the curtains, and there was faint soft jazz coming from somewhere Clark didn't attempt to identify, that somehow set the the entire scene off. Clark's wide eyes raked over the romantic setting several times, before finally landing on Jimmy.
"Don't look at me," he grinned, lifting his hands in a gesture of innocence.
"Chloe!" Clark cried, turning to glare at her instead.
"What?" she responded, unashamed. "I told you that I want to get the best out of this." She calmly waltzed over the chair and tacked on as if it were a side note. "There would've been rose petals, but I didn't think I had enough time to go get them." And then, almost like a queen perching herself on her throne, she gently took a seat. Without spilling a drop, she scooped up the champagne glass and spoke softly.
"I'm ready when you are."
Clark's heart was beating too fast. He had saved so many people, hell he'd save the world a few times and he'd faced it head on. But the sight of this room and the prospect of… what he was really about to do had him clamming up. Clark wasn't going to be able to do this. It would rip Chloe apart to have this suddenly taken from her but Clark just couldn't do it. He couldn't make himself look at Chloe.
"I'm sorry," he told the floor, his heart pounding into his ribcage. He took a backward step toward the door. "But I can't do this." Then he turned and fled the room.