Chlark Fanfic: Secrets and Lies, Chapter 2
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Title: Secrets & Lies
Author: babydee1
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Cheat!fic, explicit sex, and a wee bit of Lana-bashing
Timeline: Season 5; Fanatic - Lockdown (5.10 - 5.11), therefore the events of 5.12/Reckoning do not take place
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark has a girlfriend. So why’s he spending so much time with Chloe?
Feedback: …always welcome. :)
Author's Note: Written for mrs_roy for the 2012 Summer secret_chlark gift exchange
Read previous chapter here.
Banner by m_strangchild, under the cut for non-explicit nudity (not worksafe!)
Chapter 2
It had all started innocently enough.
Late one evening about a month ago, she’d been working on an article in the Daily Planet when Clark had walked in, looking more tense and mope-worthy than usual. Something was bothering him, and she’d suspected it was of a romantic nature; it usually was. So she’d donned the mantle of Supportive Best Friend and steeled herself for the obligatory I love Lana, what do I do? speech.
So she’d been shocked as hell with what he’d said next.
“How far do you want to cross this friendship boundary?” he’d asked hesitantly. She’d stared at him in surprise before succumbing to the devil on her shoulder with an impish smile.
“Since when did we have boundaries?” she’d replied sultrily.
So they’d had The Talk, and it turned out that Clark had only slept with Lana twice; both when he’d been stripped of his abilities. Now that he was once again fully powered, he was worried about hurting her during sex. So Chloe had done what all good friends would do, and offered herself up as his crash test dummy, as it were.
He stared at her in shock. “You would do that for me?”
“You need my help,” she simply said with a shrug. “And who else can you rely on to help you with something like this but your best friend? Besides, I’m the only one who knows your secret.”
He hesitated for all of five seconds before accepting her proposal.
“But what if I hurt you?” he’d asked, looking slightly fearful.
Her heart warmed at his concern. “I trust you not to,” she’d replied gently. “We’ll take it slow, okay? Sort of ease you into it gradually.”
He’d given her a thoughtful nod. “Okay.”
They had started their little coaching experiment that very evening, focusing on control and patience. They began with the obvious kissing and progressed to intimate touching and tasting until they had done everything but actually have sex. What had started out as an experiment had quickly turned into a dalliance, then a dependence and then more, until two weeks ago when Clark could no longer deny his fledgling romantic feelings for his best friend.
“I want you,” he’d blurted out one day after they’d been intimate, staring intently into her eyes. “I want you, Chloe. And not just for this…for everything.”
She’d swallowed, her eyes filling with tears as her arms went around him. “I want you, too,” she’d whispered. And with that, the decision was made to pursue a relationship.
“One rule, though,” she had said. “No full-blown sex until you and Lana are officially over.”
Clark pondered briefly. “I can just about manage that, as long as we can still do everything else, right?”
She grinned. “Deal.”
Now all they were waiting for was for Lana to sever the ties of her and Clark’s dead relationship. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem quite ready to make that call just yet.
But they could wait.
Barely.
***
Chloe writhed and moaned as Clark held her thighs apart and explored her intimately with his tongue, teasing her clit with soft licks.
“More,” she pleaded. He complied, flicking her more firmly and driving her higher with deep strokes while he squeezed her ass with his hands. Her fists clenched in his hair as he took the swollen nub between his lips and gently sucked and she instantly came undone, her back arching as she unravelled and rode out the wild storm.
Slowly the ecstasy faded and she went limp in his arms. Clark slid up beside her and stroked her hair tenderly, his arms holding her close.
His steely length was hot between her thighs and she automatically tilted her hips to welcome him in, but he resisted.
“You know we can’t,” he whispered, and she gave a strangled moan.
“Don’t you want me?” she whispered, grasping him and swiping her thumb over the plump head of his erection, and a shudder ran though him.
“Oh God, more than you could ever know,” he said raggedly. “But I don’t want you to have any regrets, so that means waiting it out. Just a few more weeks, Chlo.”
She sighed and nodded, thankful as always that despite being incredibly turned on, he was still able to be strong for her.
He shifted over her and bracketed her thighs with his so that his thick length lay nestled between her thighs, right up against her throbbing clit.
“Close your legs,” he whispered. “I want to try something.”
She did as he asked, comprehension dawning as the slight movement encased him snugly between her thighs. “Oh, it’s a dry-hump,” she surmised, and he grinned.
“More like a wet-hump,” he replied, and experimentally pulled back and slid forward.
“Oh, that’s good,” she breathed. With the slickness of her upper thighs from both their arousal and the tight closure of her legs, it felt like he was this close to actually making love to her. And if he pressed just a little bit…
“Higher..?” he asked, eliciting a tiny smile from her lips. They were so in sync.
“Uh-huh,” she whispered. He complied, and the base of his cock pressed hard against her swollen nub.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed, her voice rising as he pumped between her legs, his thrusts gathering speed as his own orgasm approached. The blunt pressure on her most sensitive spot caused raw pleasure to tighten in her belly, intensifying with each movement.
Clark lowered his mouth to her breast and tugged her nipple between his lips. Her moans escalated to screams as he teased her with light flicks of his tongue on the erect peak before sucking hard, drawing the soft flesh into his mouth.
Chloe swore and sobbed as he altered his thrusts slightly so that he rotated against her. The pleasure reached a pinnacle and burst, and sensation cascaded through her entire body in thunderous waves. He moved faster and faster and then groaned harshly as his body stiffened over hers, and she felt the hot, slick release of his come between her thighs as he clutched her tightly.
“Oh God,” he said raggedly. “Chloe…” His entire frame pulsed with the force of his release, and she stroked his sweaty shoulders and murmured soothing words as the stiffness faded from him.
Eventually he recovered enough to lift his head and stare at her through passion-glazed eyes.
“Good?” she said with a grin.
“Amazing,” he whispered. “I know this must sound cliché, but it gets better every time.”
“Ditto,” she said. “I always knew it would be amazing with you, but this is beyond what I ever expected.”
He lifted himself off her slightly and gazed wistfully down at where they were almost joined. Both their lower bodies were covered in his moisture, and he drew one slow finger through the slick wetness on her thigh and lower belly.
“I can’t wait until I’m actually inside you,” he said softly. “God, I want to make love to you so badly…”
“We both want that,” she whispered. “But we’ve waited for each other this long…we can wait a few more weeks.”
He nodded, then held her tight and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Chloe.”
A lump gathered in her throat, and she smiled and placed her hand over his heart.
“I love you too, Clark.”
***
“I wish I could stay all afternoon,” he said wistfully as he got back into his clothes.
“We both have late classes, and you have to get back to Central Kansas A&M in like, three minutes,” she pointed out gently. “We can catch up again later tonight.”
“True,” he said. “You can come by the Farm for a nice, home-cooked dinner.”
Chloe frowned. “I wouldn’t want to put your mom to any trouble.”
“You wouldn’t be, because she’s not the one doing the cooking,” he smirked. “My parents are in Topeka for the next few days on last-minute election business, so I have the house all to myself.”
Her eyes widened. “For two whole days?”
He grinned and waggled an eyebrow. “For the rest of the week. And the best part? They took their Campaign Manager with them.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “Lois is outta town? Oh, right; she mentioned a campaign road trip earlier.”
He nodded. “So?”
She grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat. “Oh, it’s on.”
“Cool! I’ll pick you up at seven,” he replied, then picked up his notebooks. “Do you need a lift anywhere? What time is your Ethics class?”
“Not for another half-hour,” she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll find my way.”
“Okay.” He opened the door and readied himself to whoosh out.
“Hey!” she said sharply, wrapping a sheet around herself and hobbling towards him. “Where’s my kiss?”
He grinned sheepishly. “My bad.”
She smiled as he threaded his hand in her hair and slanted his lips over hers, easing her mouth open to make way for his tongue. Chloe moaned and pulled him closer, stroking his leg with her calf, and immediately felt him stiffen against her belly.
“Down, girl,” he warned sternly, trailing a finger down her cleavage. “You start that, and it’s more than just my classes that’ll get blown off.”
Chloe giggled and gave his rear a quick squeeze. “See ya at seven.”
“Can’t wait.” He kissed her forehead one last time, and then walked down the corridor at a normal pace until he was out of sight. Chloe smiled lazily and stepped back inside her room, then started getting ready for her class.
Neither of them noticed the shadowy figure by the water cooler with tightly clenched fists.
***
Chapter 3…
Title: Secrets & Lies
Author: babydee1
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Cheat!fic, explicit sex, and a wee bit of Lana-bashing
Timeline: Season 5; Fanatic - Lockdown (5.10 - 5.11), therefore the events of 5.12/Reckoning do not take place
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark has a girlfriend. So why’s he spending so much time with Chloe?
Feedback: …always welcome. :)
Author's Note: Written for mrs_roy for the 2012 Summer secret_chlark gift exchange
Read previous chapter here.
Banner by m_strangchild, under the cut for non-explicit nudity (not worksafe!)
Chapter 2
It had all started innocently enough.
Late one evening about a month ago, she’d been working on an article in the Daily Planet when Clark had walked in, looking more tense and mope-worthy than usual. Something was bothering him, and she’d suspected it was of a romantic nature; it usually was. So she’d donned the mantle of Supportive Best Friend and steeled herself for the obligatory I love Lana, what do I do? speech.
So she’d been shocked as hell with what he’d said next.
“How far do you want to cross this friendship boundary?” he’d asked hesitantly. She’d stared at him in surprise before succumbing to the devil on her shoulder with an impish smile.
“Since when did we have boundaries?” she’d replied sultrily.
So they’d had The Talk, and it turned out that Clark had only slept with Lana twice; both when he’d been stripped of his abilities. Now that he was once again fully powered, he was worried about hurting her during sex. So Chloe had done what all good friends would do, and offered herself up as his crash test dummy, as it were.
He stared at her in shock. “You would do that for me?”
“You need my help,” she simply said with a shrug. “And who else can you rely on to help you with something like this but your best friend? Besides, I’m the only one who knows your secret.”
He hesitated for all of five seconds before accepting her proposal.
“But what if I hurt you?” he’d asked, looking slightly fearful.
Her heart warmed at his concern. “I trust you not to,” she’d replied gently. “We’ll take it slow, okay? Sort of ease you into it gradually.”
He’d given her a thoughtful nod. “Okay.”
They had started their little coaching experiment that very evening, focusing on control and patience. They began with the obvious kissing and progressed to intimate touching and tasting until they had done everything but actually have sex. What had started out as an experiment had quickly turned into a dalliance, then a dependence and then more, until two weeks ago when Clark could no longer deny his fledgling romantic feelings for his best friend.
“I want you,” he’d blurted out one day after they’d been intimate, staring intently into her eyes. “I want you, Chloe. And not just for this…for everything.”
She’d swallowed, her eyes filling with tears as her arms went around him. “I want you, too,” she’d whispered. And with that, the decision was made to pursue a relationship.
“One rule, though,” she had said. “No full-blown sex until you and Lana are officially over.”
Clark pondered briefly. “I can just about manage that, as long as we can still do everything else, right?”
She grinned. “Deal.”
Now all they were waiting for was for Lana to sever the ties of her and Clark’s dead relationship. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem quite ready to make that call just yet.
But they could wait.
Barely.
***
Chloe writhed and moaned as Clark held her thighs apart and explored her intimately with his tongue, teasing her clit with soft licks.
“More,” she pleaded. He complied, flicking her more firmly and driving her higher with deep strokes while he squeezed her ass with his hands. Her fists clenched in his hair as he took the swollen nub between his lips and gently sucked and she instantly came undone, her back arching as she unravelled and rode out the wild storm.
Slowly the ecstasy faded and she went limp in his arms. Clark slid up beside her and stroked her hair tenderly, his arms holding her close.
His steely length was hot between her thighs and she automatically tilted her hips to welcome him in, but he resisted.
“You know we can’t,” he whispered, and she gave a strangled moan.
“Don’t you want me?” she whispered, grasping him and swiping her thumb over the plump head of his erection, and a shudder ran though him.
“Oh God, more than you could ever know,” he said raggedly. “But I don’t want you to have any regrets, so that means waiting it out. Just a few more weeks, Chlo.”
She sighed and nodded, thankful as always that despite being incredibly turned on, he was still able to be strong for her.
He shifted over her and bracketed her thighs with his so that his thick length lay nestled between her thighs, right up against her throbbing clit.
“Close your legs,” he whispered. “I want to try something.”
She did as he asked, comprehension dawning as the slight movement encased him snugly between her thighs. “Oh, it’s a dry-hump,” she surmised, and he grinned.
“More like a wet-hump,” he replied, and experimentally pulled back and slid forward.
“Oh, that’s good,” she breathed. With the slickness of her upper thighs from both their arousal and the tight closure of her legs, it felt like he was this close to actually making love to her. And if he pressed just a little bit…
“Higher..?” he asked, eliciting a tiny smile from her lips. They were so in sync.
“Uh-huh,” she whispered. He complied, and the base of his cock pressed hard against her swollen nub.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed, her voice rising as he pumped between her legs, his thrusts gathering speed as his own orgasm approached. The blunt pressure on her most sensitive spot caused raw pleasure to tighten in her belly, intensifying with each movement.
Clark lowered his mouth to her breast and tugged her nipple between his lips. Her moans escalated to screams as he teased her with light flicks of his tongue on the erect peak before sucking hard, drawing the soft flesh into his mouth.
Chloe swore and sobbed as he altered his thrusts slightly so that he rotated against her. The pleasure reached a pinnacle and burst, and sensation cascaded through her entire body in thunderous waves. He moved faster and faster and then groaned harshly as his body stiffened over hers, and she felt the hot, slick release of his come between her thighs as he clutched her tightly.
“Oh God,” he said raggedly. “Chloe…” His entire frame pulsed with the force of his release, and she stroked his sweaty shoulders and murmured soothing words as the stiffness faded from him.
Eventually he recovered enough to lift his head and stare at her through passion-glazed eyes.
“Good?” she said with a grin.
“Amazing,” he whispered. “I know this must sound cliché, but it gets better every time.”
“Ditto,” she said. “I always knew it would be amazing with you, but this is beyond what I ever expected.”
He lifted himself off her slightly and gazed wistfully down at where they were almost joined. Both their lower bodies were covered in his moisture, and he drew one slow finger through the slick wetness on her thigh and lower belly.
“I can’t wait until I’m actually inside you,” he said softly. “God, I want to make love to you so badly…”
“We both want that,” she whispered. “But we’ve waited for each other this long…we can wait a few more weeks.”
He nodded, then held her tight and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Chloe.”
A lump gathered in her throat, and she smiled and placed her hand over his heart.
“I love you too, Clark.”
***
“I wish I could stay all afternoon,” he said wistfully as he got back into his clothes.
“We both have late classes, and you have to get back to Central Kansas A&M in like, three minutes,” she pointed out gently. “We can catch up again later tonight.”
“True,” he said. “You can come by the Farm for a nice, home-cooked dinner.”
Chloe frowned. “I wouldn’t want to put your mom to any trouble.”
“You wouldn’t be, because she’s not the one doing the cooking,” he smirked. “My parents are in Topeka for the next few days on last-minute election business, so I have the house all to myself.”
Her eyes widened. “For two whole days?”
He grinned and waggled an eyebrow. “For the rest of the week. And the best part? They took their Campaign Manager with them.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “Lois is outta town? Oh, right; she mentioned a campaign road trip earlier.”
He nodded. “So?”
She grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat. “Oh, it’s on.”
“Cool! I’ll pick you up at seven,” he replied, then picked up his notebooks. “Do you need a lift anywhere? What time is your Ethics class?”
“Not for another half-hour,” she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll find my way.”
“Okay.” He opened the door and readied himself to whoosh out.
“Hey!” she said sharply, wrapping a sheet around herself and hobbling towards him. “Where’s my kiss?”
He grinned sheepishly. “My bad.”
She smiled as he threaded his hand in her hair and slanted his lips over hers, easing her mouth open to make way for his tongue. Chloe moaned and pulled him closer, stroking his leg with her calf, and immediately felt him stiffen against her belly.
“Down, girl,” he warned sternly, trailing a finger down her cleavage. “You start that, and it’s more than just my classes that’ll get blown off.”
Chloe giggled and gave his rear a quick squeeze. “See ya at seven.”
“Can’t wait.” He kissed her forehead one last time, and then walked down the corridor at a normal pace until he was out of sight. Chloe smiled lazily and stepped back inside her room, then started getting ready for her class.
Neither of them noticed the shadowy figure by the water cooler with tightly clenched fists.
***
Chapter 3…