Cherry Bomb

Kal/Chloe
Season 6
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Picture from andreas, colored by Christina_kat. Thanks also to kyra_and_co, who did a manip for me too. You guys are awesome!

Sequel to Cherry Red.

"This place has the best ice cream ever."

Clark Kent smiled as he followed his girlfriend into the little ice cream parlor on Smallville's main street. "They should. They use Kent Farm milk."

Chloe Sullivan glanced back at him with surprise. "Really?"

"Really," he confirmed. "They use as many local products as they can. Milk from us, Ben Hubbard, and Hobb Farm, and locally grown fruit in season, too. I'm trying to convince them to buy peaches from us this August."

She smiled up at him. "I didn't know that. No wonder their ice cream is so good."

"Kent Farm milk is the best there is," he said modestly. "Our peaches are pretty good, too." He looked down at the various kinds of ice creams on display. "So what's good here?"

"I like Cherry Bomb."

He gave her an exaggerated leer. "You've always had a thing for cherries."

To his amusement, she blushed. They'd first slept together because he'd inadvertently gotten high off red meteor rocks, which had somehow been infused into a local energy drink called Cherry Red. They'd lost their virginity together that night, and even after the Cherry Red had worn off, they'd decided to continue dating. Three months later, they were closer than they'd ever been.

"Okay," he agreed. "Two scoops of Cherry Bomb for me, then."

A few moments later they were seated at a small wrought iron table, happily devouring ice cream cones full of vanilla and cherry ice cream. As the cone disappeared, he felt a pleasant warmth stealing over him despite the coolness of the ice cream. He closed his eyes and gave a long sigh of contentment.

She chuckled. "Clark Kent, you are easy."

He opened his eyes and gazed at her, smiling lazily. "How so?"

"It just takes so little to make you happy. Ice cream, a homecooked meal..."

"A blow job..."

She choked on her ice cream. "Clark!"

"What?" He blinked at her outrage.

"That was a totally inappropriate thing to say in public," she hissed at him.

He looked around. The place was pretty much empty, except for one table full of rowdy teenagers in the back. And yeah, okay, he shouldn't be talking about blow jobs in front of high school kids, but it wasn't like they could have heard him or anything, not over all the noise they were making. He shrugged, and licked his ice cream.

"I'm just saying. You're right, I'm easy."

"I was talking about food, not... not..."

"Sex?" he supplied cheerfully. The warm contentment inside him was starting to radiate outward, suffusing his whole body with a pleasant lassitude. But the thought of sex made him less lazily contented, and kind of, well, hard. He shifted on the chair.

"Quiet," she whispered, looking scandalized.

"Sex, sex, sex." He grinned widely. "Come on, Chlo, don't be such a prude. We talk about sex all the time."

She shot a look at the teenagers at the back table. "Not in public."

He leaned back in his chair, considering that. "We've never done it in public, either. Maybe we should."

"What?" She blinked at him. "You're joking, right?"

"Nope." He swallowed the last bite of his cone, and grinned at her. "In fact, why don't we do it right here?"

She swallowed the last bite of her own cone, rolling her eyes at him. "Clark. Knock it off."

"I'm serious. I bet this chair will hold both of us."

She shook her head, laughing, and rose to her feet. He stood up, reached over, and caught her by the wrist.

"Chloe," he said, staring down into her eyes. "Come on, baby. Let's do it."

She gazed up at him, and he saw a little start of surprise. "Oh, no, Clark. Your eyes are glowing."

He raised a hand absently to rub at his eyes. They felt okay. Not itchy, like they would be if his heat vision was malfunctioning. "I'm fine."

"No. You're not." She tugged at his hand, looking desperate. "Oh, no, Clark. The local produce... oh, my God. Hobb Farm? That's right on Hobb's Pond, isn't it?" She made a hissing sound. "How could I be so stupid?"

He had no idea what she was ranting about, and didn't care much. He was still glowing with a pleasant inner warmth. Life was good. His only problem was that his hard-on was starting to throb in a really persistent way.

He definitely needed some relief. Like, now. He imagined doing her up against the wall, right here in front of the plate glass windows so all of Smallville could watch, and his cock jerked hungrily in his Levi's.

"Come on," she whispered, yanking on his wrist as she headed for the door.

He planted his feet and refused to move. She looked back at him, and he grinned down at her, then caught her by the waist and swung her around, so her back was against the wall. And then he pressed into her.

And God, it felt good.

He growled softly, closing his eyes at the sensation of her warm, soft body against his erection, and pressed into her harder. Her hands dug into his shoulders.

"Clarkwhatareyoudoing?" she hissed.

"Getting off," he answered.

Her hands tightened on his shoulders. "Oh, no you don't. Not in here. There are other people in here, Clark. Let go of me right now."

His eyelids flickered open, and he glared at her. He didn't like Chloe much when she was bossy. Really, he didn't. She was a much better girlfriend when she just did whatever he told her to.

Although to be honest, that didn't happen a whole lot.

"I need to get off," he informed her.

"Yeah, I figured that out." She sighed, looking at him with an expression he couldn't decipher. "How about we go back to the farm? Or my apartment?"

"I want to do it in public," he grumbled.

She dropped her head back against the wall and shut her eyes. "Clark," she said, very gently. "Here's the thing. I think you've ingested red K again."

He frowned at her. "I haven't been eating rocks."

"No, not intentionally." She uttered a long, tired sigh. "Remember the whole Cherry Red incident?"

"Oh, yeah." He rubbed against her and laughed. "That was great."

"No, Clark, it wasn't great. It was a big mess, even if we did wind up together afterward. Anyway, I'm thinking the ice cream had traces of red K in it from somewhere. Probably from Hobb's Farm. Whether it's from the cows drinking from the pond, or the cherry trees being irrigated with water from the pond, I can't say. But one way or the other... you're definitely high on the red stuff again."

"That's stupid," he scoffed.

"No. Your eyes are glowing red, Clark. That only happens when you're on red K."

He sighed, and rubbed against her again. Flame shot through him. The truth was, he didn't really care if he was high or not. All he knew was that he needed sex, right now.

She shoved at his shoulders, hard. "Get... off."

"I'm working on it, baby."

"No, Clark. Listen to me. We are leaving this shop right now. We can do whatever you want in my apartment, okay?"

He sighed, because it was obvious she wasn't going to quit yammering long enough for him to enjoy himself. The only way to shut her up was to go along with her, at least to a certain extent.

He swept her up in his arms and went into superspeed.

*****

When she was able to see something besides blur, she found herself in the alley behind the Talon. Clark had her up against the brick wall, and he was grinning down at her. His eyes, ordinarily a gold-flecked leaf green, gleamed ruby red, giving him a demonic look.

"Let's compromise," he said. "You don't want to do it in public, and I don't want to do it inside. So let's do it here."

She wiggled against him, trying to get loose, but his eyelids drifted shut and he groaned. She realized that wiggling was exactly the wrong thing to do. "Clark," she said, a little more insistently. "This is still public."

"Not really. I mean, yeah, someone might see us. That's what makes it fun."

She dropped her head back against the bricks and gave her own little moan. Not a noise of arousal, but of frustration. Ordinarily Clark Kent would no more think of having sex in an alley in the broad daylight than he'd think of dancing in a strip joint. But on red K, Clark tended to broaden his horizons a bit.

She had no doubt that if she asked him to, he'd have sex with her on Main Street.

But he was clearly not in control of himself, so it was her job to protect him, to make sure neither of them wound up in major trouble. The problem was that when Clark was on red K, he somehow affected her judgment, too. Last time, she'd speculated that he threw off pheromones that made her head all fuzzy. Or maybe it was just that an out-of-control Clark was really hot. But regardless of the cause, when Clark was on red K, she tended to get a little out of control herself.

She steeled herself. She couldn't let herself lose control, because she was not going to let him have sex in an alley.

"I want to go back to the apartment," she said, trying to sound authoritative.

"Boooorrring," he drawled. "We've had sex in the apartment like a million times."

"Clark, we've only been dating for three months."

"Okay, slightly less than a million. Still. I want to do something new."

"I don't mind doing something new. But let's do something new in private."

"No." He lowered his head and brushed his lips over her throat. "Think about it, Chlo. If we have sex here, anyone might come by and see us. Think about someone standing there, watching us get it on..."

To her dismay, she felt herself beginning to ache, felt a rush of warm heat between her legs. He laughed softly against her throat.

"That's my girl. Deep down, we both like it dirty."

She tried for tartness. "Ten feet away from a dumpster is a little too dirty for my taste, Clark."

He lifted his head and looked around. She knew his sense of smell was more sensitive than humans. Sure enough, his nose wrinkled a bit.

"Okay, so it's not exactly the sexiest setting in the world..."

"No kidding. Wouldn't you rather be in a nice, clean bed?"

He ignored her hopeful words. "The world," he repeated, thoughtfully. "You know, I'm thinking like a human again. We can go anywhere we want, Chlo. Anywhere at all. We don't have to stick to Smallville, or even Metropolis."

"Yes, but Clark--"

He ignored her sputtered efforts at a protest. He swept her up in his arms, and the world disappeared in another blur.

*****

This was more like it.

Clark lowered Chloe to the ground and looked around, breathing in the good clean air. They stood in an emerald meadow, and around the grassy expanse, a thick forest of trees reached for the sky.

She looked around too, confused. "Where are we?"

"This is a national park I found on one of my runs," he said. "It's a pretty place. I figure we can have sex right here."

"Clark..." She sighed. "It does look remote, but I bet people hike through here all the time."

"I bet they do, too." He grinned evilly. "And maybe one will catch us in the act. But we're not even in Kansas, Chlo. They won't have a clue who we are, and if I need to, I can make us both disappear before anyone can call the rangers on us."

She frowned, looking into his eyes. "This isn't you, you know."

"It's totally me, Chlo. If you're right, and I really am on red K... well, Kal is just the deep-down, more honest version of me."

She looked at him a moment longer, as if considering the matter. Then she nodded, as if accepting the truth of his words, and her mouth curved in a sexy little smile.

"So," she said. "Do you still want a blow job?"

*****

"Unnnnhhh. Oh, Chloe... God..."

Clark was easy. No doubt about it. Because she was kneeling at his feet, just beginning to stroke him very gently with her tongue, and yet he sounded like he was about to come any second.

He stood with his feet braced wide, shirtless, his jeans pulled down around his thighs, while she explored him thoroughly, leisurely, enjoying the way come beaded at the tip of his cock, a clear indication of how turned on he was. She caressed him everywhere, licking circles around the head, and then up and down the thick shaft.

"God," he muttered again. "Now... come on, Chlo, give it to me, give it to me now..."

She chuckled softly. She was pretty damn turned on herself. His pheromones were apparently working overtime, because she ached with a hunger that needed to be assuaged very badly. But it wasn't often that she got to make love to Clark beneath the clear blue sky in a velvet meadow, so she didn't want to rush this.

Her tongue went back to sweeping across the head of his cock, and he wailed aloud.

Slowly, she parted her lips and let him slide inside. He gasped and moaned and cursed, and met her warmth with an eager jerk of his hips, thrusting into her mouth. She drew him further inside, sucking hard, and he cried out so loudly that she was sure anyone within five miles could hear.

He quickly fell into a hungry rhythm, fucking her mouth. Her hands dug into his hips, and she could feel him trembling, could feel how close he was. She relaxed her throat and let him sink even deeper, and a long, hungry cry rose from him.

"God... yes... yes..."

After three months of a very intense physical relationship, she knew him well, knew his responses and the physical signs that meant orgasm, and she released him just short of his climax, rocking back on her heels. He glared down at her, his eyes flaming red.

"Don't stop, goddamnit."

She smiled, and settled down on the grass. "But Clark," she said, very sweetly. "What about me?"

"I'll get to you," he gritted out. "Soon. I promise."

"What if I can't wait?"

She moved her hand between her legs, stroking the ache there, and his eyes followed the movement. His gaze grew more intense than ever, and the red grew even more pronounced.

"Chloe," he whispered. "Chlo."

She leaned back, spreading her thighs, and stroked herself through the denim of her shorts. He watched avidly, and she could see his cock pulsing in time to every stroke of her hand.

"I need to come," she told him.

"Take off your shorts."

She smiled at the curt, unClarklike command, and unbuttoned her shorts, very slowly. She lowered the zipper just as slowly, then wiggled her way out of her shorts. She stretched out in the meadow grass and slipped her hand between her thighs, touching herself through the silky material of her panties.

"Ahhhhh." The hungry noise broke from him, and his big hand reached down, encircling his erection and beginning to move.

"Clark," she whispered. "I'm going to come. Watch me come."

She could see sweat breaking out on his big body, could see his chest beginning to glisten in the sunlight. She caressed herself a little faster, and she could see his fist beginning to pump harder. He groaned.

"Chloe. God. I want to see all of you..."

She wiggled her way out of the panties, then sprawled back in the grass, butt naked. She slipped her finger through her moisture, then began to caress her clit directly. She couldn't stop a moan of pleasure from escaping.

"Oh, Clark."

"Jesus, Chlo." His hand was moving hard now, his cock swollen, flushed almost as red as his eyes, gleaming in the sunlight under a steady flow of precome. She let her own finger stroke faster, and her eyes fluttered shut as heat built inside her.

And then his big hand was on hers, stopping her just before she hit the point of no return. She dragged open her eyelids, even though they seemed very heavy, to find him kneeling over her, staring at her ravenously.

"I want you to come for me," he whispered. "Only for me."

She smiled up at him.

"I don't have a problem with that."

His hands grasped her thighs, pushing them apart, and then his dark head lowered. The first touch of his tongue on her already sensitive clit was incredible. She jerked and cried out, and he continued to stroke, very slowly, holding her so near orgasm that her thighs trembled.

"Please," she whispered. "More."

He lifted his head, and she caught a flash of red eyes and a devilish smile, and then he was lowering his head. His tongue stroked faster, until pleasure exploded deep inside her, pulsating through her in long, intense spasms. She wailed and twisted beneath him, helpless against the force of the ecstasy that racked her.

At last he lifted his head, and she fell back against the grass, gasping. The sunshine beat down on her skin, warming her, and the scent of crushed grass and sweet summer air and her own arousal filled her head.

Clark shifted, moving between her legs. She saw him still stroking his cock, saw how huge and swollen it was, and she was amazed he hadn't already come. She wondered if he was just going to finish jerking off.

But instead he released himself and moved between her legs, and then he was sliding inside her. A low moan rose from him, a sound of infinite pleasure, and she felt a shudder run through him.

"Chloe," he murmured into her shoulder. "I love you."

He'd told her that a hundred times as Clark Kent, but never as Kal, and tears stung her eyes, because Kal was Clark's more bluntly truthful side. If Kal said he loved her, then there could be no doubt that it was true. She blinked the tears back and whispered her answer.

"I love you, too."

He moved in her, very carefully. "Oh, God." His voice sounded ragged and harsh. "Chloe... I want to go slow... but I don't think I can..."

She wasn't surprised. Red K made him horny as hell, and he'd already brought himself most of the way there. Even a superpowered alien could only restrain himself for so long.

"Don't worry about it," she whispered in his ear. "Just fuck me."

At the coarse word, his hips jerked, and then he was sliding deep into her moisture. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around him and letting him push in as deep as he could, and he buried his face in her throat, groaning, and sank so deeply she could feel him bumping against her womb.

"God." His voice was muffled. "I've never hurt you, Chlo, but today I'm afraid I could... I can't hold back... I just can't..."

"You won't hurt me." Her hands slipped down over his bare back, and then she caught his hips, and tugged gently. "Come on, Clark, give it to me."

He withdrew, and then drove into her, harder than before. A tortured groan rose from him.

"Yes," she whispered, because it felt surprisingly good. She would have thought she was beyond arousal, but apparently not. The hot length of him inside her, driving into her, was enough to make her heart pound.

"Can't," he moaned against her throat. "I can't-- I'm going to hurt you-- can't let go, Chlo... can't let myself go..."

On some level, she was touched that even on red K, Clark was worried about hurting her. But on another level, she was growing impatient. Despite the awesome orgasm he'd given her, she still wanted more.

She squeezed her inner muscles, trying to compel him to thrust, but he only shuddered violently against her. His big hands fell to either side of her, clutching handfuls of grass, and his breath came in unsteady gasps as he struggled for control.

She turned her head and looked at the thick forest surrounding the meadow.

"Oh, my God, Clark," she whispered. "There's someone in the trees. Watching us."

His whole body stiffened beneath her hands. And then he groaned and surrendered, thrusting violently, pounding into her hard in a steady, driving cadence. She felt heat gathering inside her with each powerful thrust.

His voice rose, almost to a roar, and then he lost the rhythm, his hips jerking erratically, and she felt him shuddering beneath her hands, felt a long burst of warmth spill inside her. It sent her over the edge, and she came again, her cries joining his.

And then he was collapsing onto her, gasping for breath.

There was a long silence. At last he lifted his head and gazed down at her. She saw that his eyes were reverting to their normal shade of green. Last time, she remembered, it had taken most of the night for the red K to wear off. Apparently he'd gotten a substantially lower dosage this time. Which was no surprise, as she seemed to recall he'd drunk four or five cans of Cherry Red last time, whereas this afternoon he'd only had two scoops of ice cream.

He grinned ruefully down at her. "There isn't anyone in the woods, is there?"

She smiled back. "You seemed to really have a bit of an exhibitionist streak going, Clark. I figured I'd indulge it a little."

He sat up. His grin faded, and he lowered his head a little. "I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry." She sat up and wrapped her arms around him, holding him from behind, resting her head on his broad back. "Every time Kal pays us a visit, I learn a little more about what you really enjoy, deep down."

"I could have hurt you, Chlo."

"I knew you wouldn't."

He heaved a sigh. "You have more faith in me than I do," he muttered. "Last time I was on red K, I left you covered in bruises."

"This time you didn't even give me a hickey." She smiled, and dropped a kiss on his shoulderblade. "Don't worry, Clark. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Better than fine, in fact."

He looked over his shoulder at her, and a small smile curved his mouth. "So," he said. "I figure as long as we're here..."

"We might as well enjoy the nice day?"

He nodded. "That was what I was thinking, yeah. Even without red K in my system, I have to admit this is a really pretty place to... well. Just give me fifteen minutes to recover."

She slid her hands down his front. "Fifteen?"

"Well, maybe ten."

She brushed her lips over his back again.

"Okay," he said, sounding breathless. "Five."

Her hands slid down even further, and he laughed softly, and rolled her over into the grass. He grinned down into her face.

"Come to think of it, now would be fine."

-The End-

Read the sequel, Cherry Pie.