Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville.
AU Changes: Whitney didn't leave for the Marines and is the same age as Chloe, Clark, Pete, and Lana. He and Lana are still together.
This is my first Chlark, so please be nice. Enjoy, read, and review.
Chronicles of Chlark
Chapter 1
Clark pointed his telescope towards Chloe's house, only to find Lana and Whitney talking about something.
His short-lived crush on Lana had vanished ever since Kyle Tippet used his power on Chloe. She had given him a short, passionate kiss. It had taken all of his will not to pull her in close and finish what she'd started. But of course she doesn't remember that time.
Clark Kent was in love with Chloe Sullivan. Yes, Chloe Sullivan. His best friend. Of course he would never tell her his feelings. She made it very clear while they were looking for Mr. Kent that she just wanted to be friends.
Clark lay on the loft couch, staring at the ceiling. After a couple minutes of thinking of Chloe, he let sleep overtake him. Little did know that this would be one the best dreams of his life.
He and Chloe were making out in his room. She was in his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist, her entrance rubbing against his erection.
He was in his boxers and Chloe was in a lacy red two piece. She hurriedly pushed down his boxers to reveal 9 ½ inches of cock.
"My, my, someone's grown." she said amusingly.
Clark blushed as Chloe got down on her knees and began to trace circles over the tip of his hardness.
He let out a cross between a moan and whimper. "S-stop teasing."
She smiled seductively and took him in her mouth, holding his shaft and ball sack.
"Oh, Chloe. Oh, don't stop. Oh god Chloe, that feels so good."
She pumped him faster and harder, all while still playing with his balls. He clutched the bed sheets as he said, "I'm ganna cum!"
Chloe positioned his tip to her mouth as he cummed into her open mouth.
"Mmm. You taste like your mother's chocolate chip cookies." she said licking her lips.
Clark managed a small smile while panting on his bed. "My turn." he said breathlessly as he slowly reached back to unclasp her bra.
Just as he unclasped the clasp, a voice was heard out side of his dream.
"Clark! Clark! Wake up!" the voice shouted.
Clark looked up to the ceiling of the loft again with Chloe's snickering face. He sat up so his back was against one of the ends of the couch. A blush crept onto his face as he saw Chloe's snickering one.
"What's so funny?" Clark demanded.
Chloe made a 'look down' gesture with her eyes and Clark blushed again as he saw that his hand was on his erect shaft and there was white, sticky, liquid all over him. No blankets or covers were over him
"I'll be right back." Clark sped out of the room like his life depended on it. Chloe had seen him. She had seen him playing with himself, if only she knew why.
In a matter of seconds, Clark had cleaned himself up and changed into another shirt and pair of jeans. But embarrassment still clung to his face. He sighed, taking his time walking up the stairs to the loft, where as he was in no hurry to talk to Chloe about what just happened.
Minutes later Clark was sitting beside Chloe who said, "Dreaming about Lana, huh?"
"Uh, sure, yeah."
Clark got up and started to pace around the loft, hoping Chloe wouldn't notice his tomato red face. He really didn't want to talk about wet dreams with Chloe, especially if they're about her.
Chloe got up and placed her hands on either sides of Clark's broad shoulders. She looked into his green orbs as he did to her. His heart felt like it was about jump out of his chest, but Clark ignored it. "Clark, is there something you want to tell me?"
He looked uneasy for a few moments. "Uh, no. Why do you ask?"
"You talk in your sleep." she said bluntly.
Clark was drowned in embarrassment. "What'd you hear?"
Chloe let go of Clark and started reciting what she had heard. "Oh, let's see. Something like 'Oh, Chloe don't stop' or 'Chloe that feels so good'." she looked about ready to fall on the floor laughing.
Instead of blushing, Clark looked a little hurt and mad. "It's not funny! It's how I feel about you! I love you!" the words were out before he could stop himself.
Chloe stopped laughing and stared wide eyed at Clark and searched his eyes for an answer. She only saw love, love for her.
"W-what about Lana?" she asked quietly.
"After the Kyle Tippet thing I realized that I was in love with someone else. Lana was an unattainable dream, that's why I thought I wanted her. The attraction was just physical."
Tears of happiness and confusion started to stream down her smooth, white face. She quickly wiped them away. "Clark, I have to go."
Chloe started to storm out of the loft, leaving behind a shocked and hurt Clark behind. She'd reached the bottom of the barn only to hear a zoom behind her.
She turned around to face him only for her lips to crash into his.
"Wait, he planned this. Stupid Clark. I'm going to get him back for t-. Is he nibbling on my lip. Ohh, that feels good. Where did he learn to kiss like that!"
Chloe felt his tongue beg for entrance, to which she happily obeyed. One of her hands ran through his thick, ebony locks, while the other was under his shirt, feeling the abs that lay beneath it.
Clark had his large hands were wrapped around her petite waist. Even in the heat of the moment, Clark was still a gentleman. Chloe broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against Clark, who had big, goofy smile on his face.
"So, what do say to a movie in the loft tomorrow night?" Clark asked shyly.
"Hmm, I'll tell you at school tomorrow morning." she started walking to her car, leaving Clark alone with his thoughts of tomorrow.
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