Season 5, after to "Fanatic"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now Disclaimer: These characters belong to the WB and DC Comics, not to me
There's no one like you
I can't wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we'll do
I just want to be loved by you...
I just need you like never before
-Scorpions, "No One Like You"
The apartment was alight with candles. Candlelight flickered from every surface, casting its glowing light over the room, as Clark Kent bent over his girlfriend Lana Lang, kissing her deeply. She stripped his shirt off to the strains of Coldplay.
The only problem was, he hated Coldplay.
Now that he thought about it, it really kind of annoyed him that he was going to lose his virginity to Coldplay. It should be a special night-- so why on earth had Lana picked Coldplay? She knew he didn't like Coldplay.
He frowned in concentration, and the music shifted to "Far Away" by Nickelback.
Much better, he thought. Nickelback was good, solid music to lose your virginity by.
He wasn't really thrilled with all the candles, either. It was kind of a girly fantasy to make love to a thousand candles, he figured, so he wasn't going to object out loud. Even so, there were too many damn candles in the room. He focused on that thought, and the flames flickered out, one by one, until there was nothing left except the light of the fire.
Problem solved. He kissed Lana some more, running his hand through her long, dark hair. She had pretty hair, he thought, although the honest truth was he really wasn't that fond of brunette hair. Not that he'd ever tell Lana this, but he had kind of a thing for blondes. He closed his eyes and thought about that for a minute, and when he opened his eyes again, her hair was golden, and a lot shorter than it had been.
She opened her eyes and gazed at him, and he found himself looking into the face of Chloe Sullivan.
Chloe was his best friend, not his girlfriend. But for some reason he was very glad to see her looking up at him, her mouth curved in one of her broad, happy grins. In fact, it felt almost like he'd been waiting for this moment. He grinned back, then lowered his head and kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers, his body moving rhythmically against her. It felt great, but their jeans were in the way, and he concentrated and got rid of them.
She felt warm and wet against him, and he gave a soft whimper as he moved forward, his cock sliding into her easily. Seconds later he was all the way inside her tight, hot body. She felt so good, so perfect, that he couldn't stop himself from groaning out her name as he started to move in her, thrusting into her deep and hard.
He knew he ought to go slow, but it was Chloe, and he just couldn't hold back. He found himself moving harder and faster, every movement dragging a moan from him. He could hear her making little sobbing noises, could feel her body squeezing his, and it felt so impossibly good he couldn't stand it.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hooked her calves around his thighs, and moved against him, hard, as her head dropped back and she sobbed with pleasure. He shuddered and cried out her name as he came in an unbearably long, hot rush of flame...
and awakened to find himself crying out her name into his pillow, his body still trembling with the force of his climax.
Gasping for breath, he rolled over in bed and listened for any sign that his parents had heard him. It was well after midnight, and the house was still dark and quiet. His acute hearing told him the elder Kents were both still sleeping, their breathing deep and regular. Thank God. It was one thing to have a wet dream, but entirely another to have his parents hear him yelling Chloe's name. Because she wasn't his girlfriend, so that could be just a little difficult to explain.
The thing was, he'd had five dreams like this in the course of the last week. They weren't identical, of course. In some of them, he'd started out going to see Chloe at her job at the Daily Planet, just like he did all the time, and wound up making love to her on top of her desk. One had started out as a flying dream, and he'd somehow encountered Chloe and made love to her in midair.
He was a normal guy, if you discounted the fact that he was an alien, and he had sex dreams on a pretty regular basis. But he'd never had five in a row about Chloe before.
He was perfectly aware when this had all started. He and Chloe had had a frank discussion about sex last week. He'd made love to Lana during the weeks when he'd lost his Kryptonian powers and become mortal, but once he regained his superhuman abilities, he'd been afraid to make love to Lana again, for fear of hurting her. Lana was getting annoyed with him, so he'd gone to Chloe for advice. Chloe had basically told him to get over it, and that he wouldn't hurt Lana, because he knew how to control himself physically.
Of course, she'd also told him he had other issues with Lana beyond his fear of injuring her. He'd scoffed, but he was beginning to realize she was right. He wasn't majoring in psychology or anything, but it didn't take a degree in psychology to figure out that if he was rewriting the night he lost his virginity in his head, he had some issues with Lana.
Anyway, he'd never really talked to Chloe about sex before that day, at least not so bluntly. And since then, every time he closed his eyes, he saw himself making love to Chloe.
Which was crazy. He loved Lana. He didn't love Chloe that way. And he certainly wasn't sexually attracted to her.
He thought about his dream, the way he'd come, long and hard, and he had to admit he was lying to himself a bit. Somewhere deep inside him, there was a little sexual attraction to Chloe.
Well, maybe slightly more than a little, if he was going to be perfectly honest with himself.
He shifted in bed, trying to avoid the wet spot. But he was a very big guy in a too-small bed, so it was kind of hard to avoid. Damn it. It was a good thing he was doing his own laundry now, because he didn't particularly want his mom seeing the stains on his sheets. That was just too freaking embarrassing to contemplate.
It embarrassed him to think about seeing Chloe again, too. He hadn't gone by the Daily Planet in a week, because he wasn't sure he could face her right now. She must be wondering where the hell he was and what was wrong with him, but he just couldn't go talk with her right now like everything was normal, because it wasn't. She was his friend, and he wasn't supposed to be having wet dreams about her. And certainly not really hot wet dreams that happened practically every night. It was just... weird.
Go to sleep, he told himself firmly. And quit thinking about Chloe.
He rolled over, closed his eyes, and pressed his face into the pillow. Instantly his mind filled with the image of Chloe, grinning at him with her bright, happy smile. He groaned.
It was going to be a long night.
Read Chapter 2 here.