Notes: Thanks again to Jade (go read her stuff), for helping me through and dealing with commas. This is a series and there will be more, BUT it does take me a bit of time to get new parts out. Please be patient and I'll keep trucking along with the fic. The point of view is going to change chapter by chapter. This chapter is Clark. Set after "Leech" so spoilers for that ep. Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback. Makes me smile. Now without further adieu, part 2.
Clark trudged through the fields of the Kent farm. He had decided to check on some of the fences surrounding the outer fields on his way back from the Saturday Morning Farmer's Market. It was only 9:30, and he was sure his parents wouldn't be home till at least noon. Not having his powers this last week had taken a toll on Clark, and he really needed the extra time to catch up with his chores and homework. After being reassured that his parents could manage the market without him, Clark sped back to the farm. Checking the fence that sprawled along the acres of the farm gave Clark plenty of time to contemplate all that had happened in the last week.
And what a week it had been.
In the last week he had: lost his "special abilities" to a boy at school who had gone a little power crazy with them, actually gotten hurt and sent to the hospital for the first time in his life, lied once again to one of his best friends about saving his life, and played his very first game of basketball. Quite a few major developments there.
Oh! And he had also made an arrangement to gain sexual experience with another of his best friends, leading to his very first "make-out session" ever. All in all, it had been a busy week.
It was weird. Maybe he should specify, considering all that happened. Being normal was weird. Probably not for people who had been normal for all their lives, but for someone who had always been "gifted", being normal sucked. He had a newfound respect for everyone he knew. His parents, who managed to keep the farm running, the house neat, clean clothes on his back, and food in all of their bellies. Lex, who ran his own multi-million dollar company, while insuring his employees were taken care of and hiding that fact from his all-seeing, all-knowing father. Pete, who not only had chores, school, and homework, but also somehow found time for extracurricular activities and sports. Chloe, who not only did schoolwork, homework and chores, but she basically took care of her dad and handled the paper pretty much single-handedly. And she was pretty hot.
Clark shook his head at that last thought. Where the hell had that come from? Sure, Chloe was pretty in that quirky best friend kind of way. There was no debating her attractiveness. Anyone who looked at her clear, honest, hazel eyes, wide, bright smile with perfectly even teeth, hair like corn silk that flipped up playfully at the ends…her beauty was not in question. But hot? Hot implied something more, something smoldering and sexy. Did Clark think of Chloe as smoldering and sexy? It was definitely something to consider as he trudged back towards the barn.
She had a fantastic body. He wasn't quite sure how he hadn't noticed before, but his best friend was rather stacked. He had always just thought of her as a tiny little thing, which she was, but there was so much more that he hadn't noticed. She had this incredibly small waist. He could almost wrap his hands around it. There was something strangely exciting about that. Her waist lead down to these slightly flared, very womanly hips, which connected to long slender legs. Had he mentioned her breasts yet? How had he not noticed them? She must hide them in some way. They certainly felt larger than they looked. Wow. He had felt Chloe's breasts. They were the first breasts he had ever felt. And, his limited experience aside, they were really great breasts.
Of course, having a sexy body, and yes he could admit that she did have a sexy body, wasn't all it took to make someone hot. There had to be something behind it or else they were just a pretty person with no substance. Fortunately, Chloe had substance to spare. She was intelligent, witty, sensitive, honest, understanding, supportive, and most importantly, she was able to read him like a book. Somehow she just always knew what he was feeling and how to react to it. He supposed that was one of the things that made her his very best friend.
He swung open the barn door, walking in and closing it behind him. So, okay, fine. He thought his best friend was hot, he admitted to himself as he walked up the stairs to his Fortress of Solitude.
She was also sitting on his couch waiting for him.
"Chloe!" he said in surprise as she stood up and walked towards him. "What are you…" That's as much as he got out before she pummeled his upper arms with her clenched fists.
"You big, stupid jerk!" she screamed, hitting him another time for good measure.
"Ow," he remember to say, realizing that, were he anyone else, her attack would at least hurt a little. He even flinched away from her for added realism. "Chloe, what's…" and again she stopped him before he could finish his sentence, though this time it wasn't with her fists, it was with her lips pressing against his.
He had no idea what was going on with Chloe, but as her tongue reached out to stroke his, he found he didn't really care. Her arms came up around his neck, grasping at him, clinging to him in an almost desperate way. The kiss was more aggressive than their first had been and though a part of Clark wondered about that, the majority of him simply enjoyed the way her entire body pressed up against his as she clutched him. He wrapped her in his arms, bringing her even closer to him in a full body hug and felt her pull away from his lips. Her kisses trailed over his jaw and then down to his neck. Clark groaned as she sucked at the flesh in the hollow of his throat. As he was adjusting to the exciting new sensations, she stopped, burying her face in his neck instead.
He heard her first sob at the same moment as he felt the moisture of her tears on his neck.
Tightening his arms around her, Clark brought one of his hands up to stroke her hair. "Chloe, what's wrong?" he asked as gently as he could.
"I was so scared, Clark," she whispered into his neck. "When I saw you flying through the air…and the sound when you hit that car." A sob escaped her and she snuggled in closer. For a moment Clark thought she was trying to crawl inside of him. "And you weren't moving at all. You were just…lying there, so still and I thought…I thought…"
"Shh," he quieted. "I'm okay, Chloe. Nothing happened to me," he reassured.
"No!" she said, pulling away a bit to look into his face. "You went to the hospital, Clark. Don't say that nothing happened. I was with you in the ambulance all banged up and not moving and not responding to anything anyone said. I was there when you finally opened your eyes as they pulled the gurney down from the truck. I had to call your parents and tell them what had happened, and the entire time the only thing I could think about was 'What if Clark dies?'" Her voice broke as she choked out a sob, covering her mouth with her hand and biting into her bottom lip. "Do you have any idea what that was like?"
Clark looked down at her tear stained face and his heart ached for her. He had never even thought about how his accident had affected his friends. He knew his parents must have been worried, but he never thought about the people who had actually witnessed his accident. It must have been horrible for her. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like seeing Chloe get seriously hurt. Using his thumbs, Clark gently wiped the tears from Chloe's eyes, leaning down to kiss each of her cheeks before placing a final kiss on her lips. He kept his forehead touching hers, his hands cupping her face, and he looked into her eyes.
"I can't imagine what that was like for you, Chloe. And I pray to God I'll never have to know because I never want to see you get hurt, ever." He took a deep breath, fighting away the image of Chloe in danger by closing his eyes. When he re-opened them, her gaze was still locked on his. "But I'm fine now, Chloe. You can't keep thinking about the what-ifs because you'll drive yourself crazy and hit me at random intervals for the rest of ours lives," he said with a grin, causing Chloe to chuckle at him.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, as if suddenly realizing she had attacked her best friend while he was supposedly wounded. Before Clark could answer, however, Chloe's hands were attacking the buttons on his shirt, pulling each one open. When she reached the last one, she pulled his over-shirt down his arms and off.
"Chloe," he said lightly, trying to get her attention. She was like a woman possessed, and while a small part of him was thrilled by her apparent desire for him to be naked, he was worried about the manic need she had to do so. She pulled his undershirt out of his jeans roughly before he circled her wrists with his hands, preventing her from continuing. "Chloe, what are you doing?" he asked gently.
"Please," she asked franticly. "Please, Clark, I need to see." She looked up at him, eyes filled with desperation, hands still within his grasp. "Please?"
Something inside Clark broke at her heartfelt need to reassure herself of his well-being. He never realized how much he meant to his friends. He must have done something good somewhere along the line to deserve friends who cared so much. Emotion overcame him, and he pulled Chloe to him, hugging her as tightly as he dared, confident it was alright when she hugged back with just as much strength. They stood clasped together for long moments before Clark took a deep breath, stepped away from Chloe, and dragged his shirt up over his head, baring himself from the waist up to her waiting eyes.
He saw her eyes widen as he was exposed to her. She stood before him, not touching, just looking. Her eyes roamed over his chest hungrily, and Clark began to feel self-conscious. He fought the urge to cover himself as time stretched out between them. Just when he was about to do something to break the silence and stillness of the moment, Chloe stepped forward, one of her hands trailing over his chest. Her touch was light, fingertips barely grazing his skin, and it caused every nerve ending she came in contact with to jump to attention. When her fingernails raked across a nipple, Clark groaned. It felt as though electric current was running over his skin, and it was having a definite effect on him. He could feel himself hardening in his jeans as her hands skimmed down his chest to his waist.
Chloe caught her bottom lip in her teeth, and Clark felt her give his waist a squeeze before she reversed direction, running her hands back up over his chest and then down his arms. He was so tempted to grab her in his arms and pull her against his body. Before he had time to act on his feelings, however, she was walking around him, hands sliding along his waist so she was behind him. She repeated her inspection of his body, hands tracing circular patterns across the muscles in his back. Her hands dipped low, fingers skimming over the top of his ass as her palms traced the area where his jeans began. Clark groaned, tightening the muscles there in response to her fleeting caress.
Her fingers dipped into the waistband of his jeans and slowly made their way around to the front of him, so she was loosely embracing him. She was also about an inch away from touching his almost entirely erect dick with her fingertips. He felt her warm, moist lips press a kiss to the back of his neck and his erection went from almost to completely in a heartbeat. Clark's head fell forward, giving her better access to the area she was suckling. Her hands moved up his body, one resting on his waist, the other covering his heart. She placed soft, wet, sucking kisses all over the back of his neck and then down his spine. She kissed her way across all the exposed flesh of his back, and his hands came up to cover hers. When she had kissed every inch of skin on his back, she moved around front to start over.
After a quick kiss on his lips, she worked down to his neck. Clark realized his neck was extremely sensitive to stimulus, because he heard himself moaning loudly as her lips attached to the hollow and sucked deeply. His hands slid over her arms, feeling the texture of her soft, fuzzy sweater, carefully clenching on them as he fought to contain himself. Before he lost complete control, she moved on, over his shoulders and down. Just when he had curbed his more base instincts, Chloe's mouth closed over his nipple and Clark had to remind himself to breathe. God, he had never felt anything that good before, at least not when another person was present and responsible for the sensations. His hands moved of their own volition to her hair, stroking it tenderly. She looked up at him and smiled before biting down carefully, flicking her tongue over the nub she now held captive.
Clark's hands tightened in her hair and then immediately released, afraid to cause damage to her. He tried his hardest to keep his hands at his side, thus preventing him from harming his tiny friend, but as she kissed her way across his chest to his other nipple, he lost the fight. Figuring it was safer to avoid holding her head in case his excitement level got away with him, he let his hands settle on her waist, fingers stroking the skin on the small of her back. Chloe's hands mimicked Clark's, coming to rest on his waist, teasing the skin there. After lavishing both nipples with attention, Chloe's mouth continued it's downward journey, lips skimming over his ribs.
The sense of urgency that had begun this had shifted into something that was more about passion than reassurance. Clark had felt the subtle shift sometime after her lips first touched his skin and before her fingertips almost grazed his erection. The encounter had gone from comforting to sensual in an almost teasing way. One could argue that everything was still innocent. Those fleeting touches that almost went into forbidden territory, accidental as opposed to intentional sexual torment.
However, all argument for the innocence of the situation flew out the window as Chloe dropped down to her knees in front of Clark, scattering kisses around his exposed belly button.
"Chloe," Clark groaned, his hands, which had lost hold of her waist as she slid down, went into her hair, massaging her scalp as she titled her face up to look at him.
"Yes?" she asked, her breath chilling the skin on his belly that had been left moist by her kisses.
She skimmed her lips across the skin of his stomach; her cheek and chin brushing against the erection he had been trying to prevent her from noticing. He sucked in a breath at the inadvertent touch, a jolt of pleasure shooting into his dick. With her eyes still locked on his, she brought her hand around to the definite bulge in Clark's jeans and slowly stroked along the length.
"Oh God, Chloe," Clark said on a moan, his eyes closing in pleasure. He felt her teeth catch the skin just underneath his belly button and scrape against it as her hand slid back down his erection. Looking down, he saw her eyebrows furrow in concentration and her tongue sneak out to lick her lips as she stared at the bulge she was currently stroking. The sight, Chloe on her knees, hand stroking him, soft, wet, pink tongue slipping out of her mouth…it was all too much. His hands slipped under her arms and dragged her up his body until his lips could fasten over hers.
He stumbled backwards slightly, his knees hitting the edge of the couch. His brain somehow informed him that sitting was now a definite option and he found himself on the couch, Chloe straddling his lap. Her hand had found its way back to his erection, stroking lightly up and down with just the palm. Clark' s hands had managed to dive under her sweater, kneading their way up her back and causing the cashmere to bunch up around her. Pulling back from the kiss for just a moment, Clark's eyes met Chloe's seconds before he yanked her sweater up and off.
Wow. Yep, there were her breasts. The same ones he had been thinking about earlier and they were definitely larger than they appeared in her clothing. Her bra was a riot of bright colors made out of some type of see-through mesh. He could see her puckered nipples through the fabric and his hand came up to feel one.
"Clark," she moaned and Clark decided that nothing was better than hearing his name being moaned like that. Cupping her breast, he let his thumb flick over the rock hard nipple and was rewarded with another moan of his name. Leaning in, his lips found hers again, tongue caressing her lips as his hand continued its motion. The only sounds to be heard in the barn were the panting noises and moans coming from the two teens as their make-out session continued.
And then the shrill sound of metal on metal as Clark's zipper was unzipped.
It was apparently his turn to moan Chloe's name somewhat desperately. He wasn't exactly sure when the button on his jeans had been undone, but now that his zipper was lowered as well, there was nothing preventing Chloe's hand from slipping inside his jeans.
"Chloe," he groaned, his lips wandering from her mouth to her neck. His fingers tightened briefly around her nipple, causing her to give a little cry of pleasure and thrust into Clark. Her hand, which was now in his jeans, but hadn't yet made it inside his boxers, was trailing over his dick teasingly.
Somewhere, in the depths of Clark's brain, he wondered if they weren't taking things too far.
The forefront of his brain, however, decided to tell him that his mouth was only inches away from the breast he was teasing and convinced him to remove the distance. His mouth slid away from her neck and down her chest until it reached the top of her breast. He nuzzled there for a moment, dragging his lips over the area in much the same way Chloe had done to him. When he felt her small hand curl around his erection, his lips captured her nipple.
Chloe cried out as he suckled deeply at her breast, her hand squeezing him just enough to make him see stars of pleasure behind his closed eyelids. Gripped in a haze of sexual urgency, Clark half stood, shifting their positions so Chloe was lying on the couch and Clark was…on the ground beside her. Which, obviously, had not been his intention.
For a tense moment, they stared at one another, unable to fathom what had just happened.
"Ow," Clark said lightly, almost meaning it since he had crashed down face first and smacked his erection into the hard wooden floor of the barn.
The tension was broken when Chloe burst into giggles. Clark eased himself into a more upright position, scowling at her playfully before he began laughing as well.
Turning onto her side, she propped herself on an elbow and looked down at him. "Is there a reason you're down there and I'm up here?"
With her positioned the way she was, her breasts sort of collided together, giving her the most awesome cleavage ever. He noticed her bra was darker where his mouth had been and realized it was because it was wet. Her nipple had actually been in his mouth, all tight and puckered and…wow. "Umm," he said, realizing he had been asked a question and still not answered, "I missed?"
Chloe giggled again, reaching out to brush his wayward hair out of his eyes. Their smiles slowly fell away and the reality of the situation hit Clark fully. Chloe's hand had been down his pants. She was lying on his couch, clad only in her bra and jeans because he had yanked her sweater off so he could fondle and suckle her breasts. Had he not missed the couch in his excitement, they probably wouldn't have stopped what they had been doing, only they would have gone much further, possibly doing things to each other that they really shouldn't be doing. Especially since they had only ever done this whole "making out" bit one other time. Well, two counting his room and then counting the couch in his living room. Come to think of it, things had gotten out of hand there, too, though not to this extent.
Chloe must have been having the same thoughts as Clark, and the next words out of her mouth confirmed his thought. "Maybe it's a good thing you didn't make it up here." Her voice was quiet, the laughter gone from her voice, replaced by contemplation. "Things were getting a little out of control."
"I was thinking that, too," he quietly agreed, sitting up on the floor beside where she lay. He leaned over so his head was resting on the same pillow as hers. "Why is that, do you think?"
She sighed heavily, turning so she was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling. "I don't know. Maybe because we're young and inexperienced and everything's so new. Face it, Clark. At our age, we're basically huge hormones with legs."
And in your case, breasts, he thought, looking over at the scantily covered globes.
"I mean, what other explanation could there be?" she asked, her head tilting slightly towards his.
How about how incredibly hot you are? Clark shook his head. Wouldn't be wise to say that aloud. After all, this whole arrangement had nothing to do with any attraction they may or may not feel towards each other. If there was any attraction on his part, not that he was saying there was, he wasn't sure if it would be a welcome thing or not.
"Yeah. Walking hormones. I can agree with that," Clark mumbled. "The question is, what are we going to do about it?"
"Do?" Chloe asked, sounding confused.
"Yeah. Do. Don't you think we need to do something about the fact that we've gotten together twice and both times we've gotten carried away?" In truth, Clark didn't want to do anything about it. He'd really like it to continue happening and frequently. But that was probably not the best idea. One of these times, they would get all wrapped up and there wouldn't be anything to stop them. Though the idea of that kind of encounter with Chloe was by no means unpleasant, the thought of what it would do to their friendship was.
"I don't think it's that much of a problem. Now that we're aware of it, we'll just have to take things more slowly. Try not to get as wrapped up in what's going on." Clark looked over and saw her chewing on her bottom lip; something Chloe only did when she was nervous or thinking intensely. He really wanted to be the one chewing on that lip. Did he mention she was only wearing a bra? A bra that he could see through?
"And you think that will work?" he asked. He realized that if he couldn't sit here looking at her doing something as innocent as chewing her lip and not want to pounce her, then the chance of him not getting carried away because he was now "aware" of it seemed a remote possibility.
"Why wouldn't it? We always stop before things go too far," she said logically, causing Clark to wonder if she found it as difficult to stop things as he did.
"True. Both times," he emphasized the word both in an attempt to get his point across to her. "It's not as though we have this great record of self restraint."
"But now that we're aware that things tend to get a little crazy between us, we can control it better. Not really set limits, but…I don't know. Work out some way where we know what's going to happen, so we can stop things from going to far. That way we know that what we're doing is something that neither of us has an objection to and we won't have to worry about it. I mean, we've already agreed that actual sex is something that's not going to happen, right?" Chloe paused long enough in her speech to wait for Clark's reply. He nodded in agreement, not bothering to point out that her idea so far didn't prevent them from going too far, just prevented them from feeling guilty or taken advantage of if they did go too far.
"Ok, then," she continued, "so as long as we're clear on what we're doing before we actually do it, we won't have to worry."
"So are we going to lay out an itinerary? Saturday the 9th: touch this, kiss there, fondle that?" Clark asked with a confused grin.
"Not exactly, smart ass," she joked, pushing playfully against his shoulder. "We just ask about stuff before moving onto anything bigger. And if one of us does something the other person is uncomfortable, we say so."
"Sounds simply enough in theory," Clark agreed. Chloe was now leaning up on her arms, facing him where he sat on the floor. He wondered if she was cold, seeing as she was topless and all. Sure, he was topless too, but he didn't feel the effects of the cold as much as other people did. "Cold?" he asked, reaching out to rub her arm with his hand. Her skin was cool to the touch.
"I hadn't really noticed, but now that you mention it…" she glanced down. Clark had no idea what that gesture was supposed to mean until he allowed his gaze to follow hers. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers on her chest and Clark couldn't suppress a groan. He heard Chloe giggle and reached up to wrap an arm around her waist. He tugged her down onto his lap, then reached up and grabbed an afghan from off the couch. Draping it over her shoulders, he ran his hands briskly up and down her arms.
"Better?" he asked as he felt her flesh warming beneath his palms.
"Mmm, yes," she replied with a little moan. Smiling at him, she leaned forward until her lips were almost touching his. "Clark?"
"Yes?"
"I want to kiss you," she murmured huskily across his lips.
"Please," he whimpered in response.
She closed the distance between them, her lips resting lightly against his. The kiss was sweet and almost chaste. A gentle pressing of lips and then Chloe was pulling back, but not very far.
"Again?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes," he hissed in return, leaning forward to capture her lips with his own. Clark deepened the kiss quickly, his tongue slipping into her mouth to caress hers. Her arms came up to wrap around him, the afghan making a cocoon around the pair. Chloe pushed herself closer, Clark's hands on her back pulling her towards him as she did. Their naked chests pressed against each other, flesh sliding against flesh.
Chloe broke the kiss, panting slightly as she reached a finger out to stroke down the side of Clark's neck. "Here?"
"Anywhere," he said in return.
"And apparently someone has missed the point," she teased.
"No. I got the point, I'm just saying I wouldn't have any objection to you kissing me anywhere." He was deadly serious, and for a moment he thought he saw a look of panic cross Chloe's face. The look was quickly replaced with mischief. Quirking an eyebrow at him, she pushed herself into a standing position.
"Okay," she said archly, arms crossing over her chest, making her breasts press together nicely. "On your feet, Kent. Drop your pants."
Later, Clark would wonder how his eyeballs managed to stay in his head, his eyes opened so wide. His jaw dropped open as well and he turned roughly 10 shades of red.
Chloe laughed, dropping herself back down on his lap and kissing him triumphantly. "Thank you, Mr. Kent. You have just proven my point admirably."
Clark was still fighting for speech and so was unable to respond. He finally managed the word, "How?"
"By proving that, though things might move a little fast at times, we're never going to do anything that we're really uncomfortable with. I'm not saying it isn't stuff we may become comfortable with later, but I think we'll find our own pace and it will work for us." She was sitting back on his thighs, absently running her hands over his chest as she talked.
Clark smiled at her. Maybe she was right. Things may move a little fast between them sometimes, but it wasn't anything they couldn't handle. As long as they continued to be open and honest with each other, everything between them should work out fine. Heck, he may even learn a few things about women in general while learning about how to do things to women. Just an added bonus.
"So, Clark, what do you want to do now?" she teased, her hands sliding down his chest.
"Mmm," Clark groaned, reaching down to put his hands around her waist. He pulled her to him in one sharp movement, thrusting his hips up at her just a little bit as he did. Her body was once again flat against his and he let his tongue trace over the seam of her lips, pulling away before she could deepen the caress. "Know what I really need right now?" he asked, his voice dripping with sexual desire.
"What?" Her response was more a breath of air rushing across her lips than an actual word.
"Help with my English homework," he replied with a smirk.
"What?" she asked incredulously, her voice taking on a shrill note.
"Chloe, we can't sit around all day making out. There are other things in life you know." He stood, carrying both of them to their feet before putting her down. He bent down and scooped up her sweater, turning it right side out before sliding it over her head. "Besides," he added as he tugged the sweater into place, "my parents will be home soon." He retrieved his shirts and put both on, then turned back to Chloe.
"Mom already gave me the sex talk after finding us asleep on the couch last week. Don't need to give her proof that there's something going on after I lied so convincingly that there wasn't." Slinging an arm over her shoulder, he walked down the stairs and out of the barn with her. All the while being barraged with questions about what happened with his mom and what he said to her. Clark couldn't help but smile. He knew where he stood with Chloe and was more comfortable with what would happen between them in the future. She was always going to be his best friend.
Plus, he got to see boobies.
Key words for next time: Lex's house, alcohol, hot tub, lap dance.