Chlex Fanfic: Facade, Part IV
Again, so sorry for the delay. Life just keeps getting in the way. But we're nearly done, and I promise that it won't take another month to post the concluding 5th part of the story.
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Title: Façade
Author: babydee1
Pairing: Chlex
Rating: NC-17 so no minors, please
Warnings: Sexual content
Timeline: Season 4's Transference
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Instead of Lionel, it's Lex that swaps bodies with Clark. Under cover as Clark, Lex sets his sights on Chloe!
Feedback: …makes me squee. :)
Amazing banner by iluvaqt on LiveJournal - thanks, Kimmy! :)
Written for phillydragonldy for the 2015 svsunkenships challenge. Be sure to check out the other amazing works on the Com!
Read previous part here.
Part story from the beginning here.
Part IV
He meant to go slow; he really did. But with every brush of his lips on hers, every stroke of his fingers on her skin, Lex’s hunger for her intensified exponentially. Her fingers tangled in his hair, fanning the flames of that potent need and making his cock stiffen painfully.
Lex couldn’t be sure whether his increased ardour was being further fuelled by Clark’s latent, unresolved desire for his best friend, coupled with his powers, which was very likely. Whatever the case, Chloe Sullivan was driving him insane, and if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to lose it.
His fingers moved over her body, feverishly dispensing with her clothing…
“Whoa, Lex! Slow down!” he heard her saying. Immediately he stilled and leaned back. “You okay?” he asked, concerned he might have hurt her.
“Depends,” she breathed, staring down at herself in shock. “What the hell did you do to my clothes?”
Lex gulped. “I… took them off,” he ventured.
She stared at the floor around them, and her brows shot upward. “With a chainsaw?”
“What do you -? Oh.” With the exception of her blouse which he had removed earlier, every other stich of clothing she’d been wearing was literally in pieces all around them.
Chloe sighed. “That was my favourite skirt. And I was very fond of that lingerie set.”
“I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away,” he said lamely. His gaze travelled the length of her body, lingering on her pink-tipped nipples, and a fierce heat rose within him. “And with good reason; you are absolutely stunning, Chloe.”
Her mouth dropped open in surprise, and a gentle flush pinkened her skin at the compliment. She must not hear that very often; which was a shame, because she was honestly the sexiest thing he’d seen in a long time… and Clark clearly thought so, too, if the response thrumming through his body was anything to go by. Once again his eyes began to burn and itch, and he blinked until the raging heat subsided.
“You okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine.” He tilted her chin upward and claimed her lips before moving his hands further south to cup her breasts. Her nipples pebbled beneath the ministrations of his fingers, and her breath caught in her throat every time he swept the pads of his thumbs across the stiff peaks.
“Tell me something, Lex,” she murmured. “After the swap, did you stand naked in front of a mirror and check yourself out?”
“What?”
“Did you touch yourself, so you could see what Clark looks like when he’s coming?”
His jaw dropped. “Chloe!”
She giggled. “I bet you did. I can see it now; you staring into a mirror at a naked Clark, calling your name as he explodes.”
Lex shook his head and smiled. “God, you have filthy mind, woman. I love it.”
“Well, did you?” she pressed.
“I am not answering that question.”
She snorted. “That’s a yes if I ever heard one.”
“No comment.”
“I bet Clark did the same thing,” she continued. “He’d never admit it though, not in a million-”
Her voice cut off sharply as she felt one long, thick finger slide into her moist softness.
“I think we can do a lot better than just talking,” he said smoothly. “Don’t you?”
He slowly withdrew his finger and then pushed it deep inside, using the heel of his hand to gently grind against her sex. Chloe shuddered and writhed, riding his hand as he pleasured her.
“And that’s just my finger,” he whispered softly. “Imagine how good it’ll be when it’s the real thing.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she glanced down at the bulge tenting his pants. Before Lex knew what she was doing, she was off the table and dropping to her knees before him, her hands swiftly making short work of his belt.
“Chloe, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. Stupid question, really; a naked woman on her knees in front of him trying to get into his pants could only mean one thing. He knew exactly what she was doing.
As did she. She glanced up at him with a coy smile as she slid his pants and trousers down his legs. “I’ve always been curious,” she said, wrapping her hand around his throbbing erection and staring at it, wide-eyed. “Wow. Clark’s huge.”
Lex snorted. “I’ve seen bigger.”
“Jealous, are we?” she taunted, giving him a slow stroke up and down the full length of Clark’s cock.
His nostrils flared, and he smothered a groan. “I have no reason to be.”
Her eyes widened even further. “Lex, you can’t be bigger than this.”
His eyes glinted mischievously as he raised one pale brow. “You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”
“Maybe,” she purred demurely.
“All in good time, Chloe. In the meantime…” He threaded his hand in her hair and urged her mouth towards his cock. “Go on. You know you want to.”
He prodded her lips gently with his - Clark’s - member, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits as she opened her mouth wide and surrounded him with warm, moist softness.
“Jesus Christ,” he growled, his knees shaking with desire. Her head bobbed as she slid her mouth up and down, working up a smooth sucking motion whilst her hand pumped him further down. Lex felt his eyes itching and burning and he groaned and turned his head to the side, noticing for the first time the full-length mirror on the back of the door and their images reflected within it.
He looked exactly like Clark. And Chloe was on her knees, naked, giving him head. Her mouth moved wetly along his shaft, and her other hand curled into the flesh of his buttocks as she sucked him off. Little drops of pre-come spilled from him and she flicked her tongue at the slit, licking it away with a satisfied moan. It was like watching an erotic film starring both his friends, and Lex felt like a voyeur behind an invisible keyhole, intruding on a very private, intimate moment between the young friends. It added a whole new dimension to their lovemaking that was intense and exciting, and he could feel an orgasm brewing deep in his balls. One part of him wanted to ride it through; just clasp his hands in her hair and hold her steady in place as he let go and emptied himself in her mouth.
But there could be risks to her. He had no idea what happened when Clark ejaculated; if it was anything like his punches, he could inadvertently cause Chloe some serious damage, and he certainly didn’t want her coming - no pun intended - to any harm. Common sense won out, and he took a deep breath and carefully lifted her away from him.
“Hey, I was enjoying that!” she protested.
He deposited her back on the table and reached quickly into the back pocket of the jeans that were still around his ankles. In an instant he’d unearthed a condom, unwrapped it, and sheathed himself.
“I think you’ll enjoy this a whole lot more,” he rasped. He slid her hips to the edge of the table, spread her thighs wide and plunged into her silken heat.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, arching her back as he filled her. She got louder as he began thrusting hard, pounding relentlessly into her warm depths. “Oh, yes…”
“Chloe…” He groaned helplessly. He stared down at her, mesmerised by the beauty and sheer eroticism of her naked and spread before him as he made love to her. He drove into her with as much urgency as he dared, relishing the tight, snug heat of her body as he moved in and out of her.
“More,” she demanded. “Harder…”
He was happy to comply. His grip on her thighs tightened and he held her legs wider apart, a satisfied smile curling the corners of his mouth as he sank even deeper into her warm softness, making her moan even louder. His name fell from her lips in a breathless cry and he could feel that she was close to fulfilment, her hips involuntarily lifting to meet his in a powerful counterthrust.
Lex gazed at their intimate reflection in the mirror, and saw Clark staring back at him with a familiar smirk on his lips. Simply knowing that he, Lex, remained in the front and centre of Chloe’s mind as Clark’s body physically pounded into her was a fucking huge aphrodisiac.
She uttered his name again, her voice urgent and breathy. His thrusts stuttered as he felt her insides pulsing around his cock. The muscles in her legs tightened beneath his palms; her back arched off the table and she cried out, her voice wavering as her orgasm hit her hard. Lex risked one last glance in the mirror, and the reflection of him fucking Chloe hard as she unravelled sent him over the edge. His lips parted in a feral growl as a surge of sexual energy ripped through him, permeating every cell in his body. With one final thrust, he sank himself deep inside her and threw his head back, roaring as he found release.
***
“That,” he finally croaked when he was able to speak, “…was freaking awesome.”
“Uh…Lex?” she said timidly.
“Uh-huh…?”
“My chalkboard’s on fire.”
His lips lifted in a lazy grin. “Now that’s one I’ve never heard before.”
“No, I’m serious, Lex. My chalkboard is actually on fire!”
Lex blinked, confused, until the smell of burning wood and a plume of smoke permeated both his nostrils and his consciousness.
“Jesus Christ, not again…!” He jumped off Chloe and tried to rush over to the board, lurching forward in a most ungainly manner as his feet got caught in the trousers round his ankles.
“Shit…!” Quickly he shucked them off and rushed over to the board, patting the flames out like Clark had shown him earlier. Danger averted, he heaved a sigh of relief.
“You okay?” he asked, turning back round to face her. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her gaze fixed on his soot-blackened but otherwise unharmed hands.
“I…” she swallowed hard and continued. “I was gonna say there’s an extinguisher on the wall by the other desk… but I guess you don’t really need it.”
***
Part V…
Enjoy! Feeback = Lurve. :-)
Title: Façade
Author: babydee1
Pairing: Chlex
Rating: NC-17 so no minors, please
Warnings: Sexual content
Timeline: Season 4's Transference
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Instead of Lionel, it's Lex that swaps bodies with Clark. Under cover as Clark, Lex sets his sights on Chloe!
Feedback: …makes me squee. :)
Amazing banner by iluvaqt on LiveJournal - thanks, Kimmy! :)
Written for phillydragonldy for the 2015 svsunkenships challenge. Be sure to check out the other amazing works on the Com!
Read previous part here.
Part story from the beginning here.
Part IV
He meant to go slow; he really did. But with every brush of his lips on hers, every stroke of his fingers on her skin, Lex’s hunger for her intensified exponentially. Her fingers tangled in his hair, fanning the flames of that potent need and making his cock stiffen painfully.
Lex couldn’t be sure whether his increased ardour was being further fuelled by Clark’s latent, unresolved desire for his best friend, coupled with his powers, which was very likely. Whatever the case, Chloe Sullivan was driving him insane, and if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to lose it.
His fingers moved over her body, feverishly dispensing with her clothing…
“Whoa, Lex! Slow down!” he heard her saying. Immediately he stilled and leaned back. “You okay?” he asked, concerned he might have hurt her.
“Depends,” she breathed, staring down at herself in shock. “What the hell did you do to my clothes?”
Lex gulped. “I… took them off,” he ventured.
She stared at the floor around them, and her brows shot upward. “With a chainsaw?”
“What do you -? Oh.” With the exception of her blouse which he had removed earlier, every other stich of clothing she’d been wearing was literally in pieces all around them.
Chloe sighed. “That was my favourite skirt. And I was very fond of that lingerie set.”
“I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away,” he said lamely. His gaze travelled the length of her body, lingering on her pink-tipped nipples, and a fierce heat rose within him. “And with good reason; you are absolutely stunning, Chloe.”
Her mouth dropped open in surprise, and a gentle flush pinkened her skin at the compliment. She must not hear that very often; which was a shame, because she was honestly the sexiest thing he’d seen in a long time… and Clark clearly thought so, too, if the response thrumming through his body was anything to go by. Once again his eyes began to burn and itch, and he blinked until the raging heat subsided.
“You okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine.” He tilted her chin upward and claimed her lips before moving his hands further south to cup her breasts. Her nipples pebbled beneath the ministrations of his fingers, and her breath caught in her throat every time he swept the pads of his thumbs across the stiff peaks.
“Tell me something, Lex,” she murmured. “After the swap, did you stand naked in front of a mirror and check yourself out?”
“What?”
“Did you touch yourself, so you could see what Clark looks like when he’s coming?”
His jaw dropped. “Chloe!”
She giggled. “I bet you did. I can see it now; you staring into a mirror at a naked Clark, calling your name as he explodes.”
Lex shook his head and smiled. “God, you have filthy mind, woman. I love it.”
“Well, did you?” she pressed.
“I am not answering that question.”
She snorted. “That’s a yes if I ever heard one.”
“No comment.”
“I bet Clark did the same thing,” she continued. “He’d never admit it though, not in a million-”
Her voice cut off sharply as she felt one long, thick finger slide into her moist softness.
“I think we can do a lot better than just talking,” he said smoothly. “Don’t you?”
He slowly withdrew his finger and then pushed it deep inside, using the heel of his hand to gently grind against her sex. Chloe shuddered and writhed, riding his hand as he pleasured her.
“And that’s just my finger,” he whispered softly. “Imagine how good it’ll be when it’s the real thing.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she glanced down at the bulge tenting his pants. Before Lex knew what she was doing, she was off the table and dropping to her knees before him, her hands swiftly making short work of his belt.
“Chloe, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. Stupid question, really; a naked woman on her knees in front of him trying to get into his pants could only mean one thing. He knew exactly what she was doing.
As did she. She glanced up at him with a coy smile as she slid his pants and trousers down his legs. “I’ve always been curious,” she said, wrapping her hand around his throbbing erection and staring at it, wide-eyed. “Wow. Clark’s huge.”
Lex snorted. “I’ve seen bigger.”
“Jealous, are we?” she taunted, giving him a slow stroke up and down the full length of Clark’s cock.
His nostrils flared, and he smothered a groan. “I have no reason to be.”
Her eyes widened even further. “Lex, you can’t be bigger than this.”
His eyes glinted mischievously as he raised one pale brow. “You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”
“Maybe,” she purred demurely.
“All in good time, Chloe. In the meantime…” He threaded his hand in her hair and urged her mouth towards his cock. “Go on. You know you want to.”
He prodded her lips gently with his - Clark’s - member, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits as she opened her mouth wide and surrounded him with warm, moist softness.
“Jesus Christ,” he growled, his knees shaking with desire. Her head bobbed as she slid her mouth up and down, working up a smooth sucking motion whilst her hand pumped him further down. Lex felt his eyes itching and burning and he groaned and turned his head to the side, noticing for the first time the full-length mirror on the back of the door and their images reflected within it.
He looked exactly like Clark. And Chloe was on her knees, naked, giving him head. Her mouth moved wetly along his shaft, and her other hand curled into the flesh of his buttocks as she sucked him off. Little drops of pre-come spilled from him and she flicked her tongue at the slit, licking it away with a satisfied moan. It was like watching an erotic film starring both his friends, and Lex felt like a voyeur behind an invisible keyhole, intruding on a very private, intimate moment between the young friends. It added a whole new dimension to their lovemaking that was intense and exciting, and he could feel an orgasm brewing deep in his balls. One part of him wanted to ride it through; just clasp his hands in her hair and hold her steady in place as he let go and emptied himself in her mouth.
But there could be risks to her. He had no idea what happened when Clark ejaculated; if it was anything like his punches, he could inadvertently cause Chloe some serious damage, and he certainly didn’t want her coming - no pun intended - to any harm. Common sense won out, and he took a deep breath and carefully lifted her away from him.
“Hey, I was enjoying that!” she protested.
He deposited her back on the table and reached quickly into the back pocket of the jeans that were still around his ankles. In an instant he’d unearthed a condom, unwrapped it, and sheathed himself.
“I think you’ll enjoy this a whole lot more,” he rasped. He slid her hips to the edge of the table, spread her thighs wide and plunged into her silken heat.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, arching her back as he filled her. She got louder as he began thrusting hard, pounding relentlessly into her warm depths. “Oh, yes…”
“Chloe…” He groaned helplessly. He stared down at her, mesmerised by the beauty and sheer eroticism of her naked and spread before him as he made love to her. He drove into her with as much urgency as he dared, relishing the tight, snug heat of her body as he moved in and out of her.
“More,” she demanded. “Harder…”
He was happy to comply. His grip on her thighs tightened and he held her legs wider apart, a satisfied smile curling the corners of his mouth as he sank even deeper into her warm softness, making her moan even louder. His name fell from her lips in a breathless cry and he could feel that she was close to fulfilment, her hips involuntarily lifting to meet his in a powerful counterthrust.
Lex gazed at their intimate reflection in the mirror, and saw Clark staring back at him with a familiar smirk on his lips. Simply knowing that he, Lex, remained in the front and centre of Chloe’s mind as Clark’s body physically pounded into her was a fucking huge aphrodisiac.
She uttered his name again, her voice urgent and breathy. His thrusts stuttered as he felt her insides pulsing around his cock. The muscles in her legs tightened beneath his palms; her back arched off the table and she cried out, her voice wavering as her orgasm hit her hard. Lex risked one last glance in the mirror, and the reflection of him fucking Chloe hard as she unravelled sent him over the edge. His lips parted in a feral growl as a surge of sexual energy ripped through him, permeating every cell in his body. With one final thrust, he sank himself deep inside her and threw his head back, roaring as he found release.
***
“That,” he finally croaked when he was able to speak, “…was freaking awesome.”
“Uh…Lex?” she said timidly.
“Uh-huh…?”
“My chalkboard’s on fire.”
His lips lifted in a lazy grin. “Now that’s one I’ve never heard before.”
“No, I’m serious, Lex. My chalkboard is actually on fire!”
Lex blinked, confused, until the smell of burning wood and a plume of smoke permeated both his nostrils and his consciousness.
“Jesus Christ, not again…!” He jumped off Chloe and tried to rush over to the board, lurching forward in a most ungainly manner as his feet got caught in the trousers round his ankles.
“Shit…!” Quickly he shucked them off and rushed over to the board, patting the flames out like Clark had shown him earlier. Danger averted, he heaved a sigh of relief.
“You okay?” he asked, turning back round to face her. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her gaze fixed on his soot-blackened but otherwise unharmed hands.
“I…” she swallowed hard and continued. “I was gonna say there’s an extinguisher on the wall by the other desk… but I guess you don’t really need it.”
***
Part V…