Season 2, "Rush"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Based on a prompt by chloista4ever.
Cap from Dynamic Duo.
That lollipop sure is lucky.
No, wait, I didn't mean that. I meant... uh... well, I came in here for something, didn't I?
She keeps licking that lollipop. And sucking on it. Sort of like...
No, Kent, no. That is not a nice boy thought. Shut up, will you?
But it really does make me think of...
NO. I said shut the hell up. Think about something else. Like chores. Yeah, chores aren't sexy. I have to put in the new fence today. All those posts... gotta slam them down hard... and thrust them right into the dirt... gotta thrust them really, really hard...
Hold it. I don't like where this is going.
Yeah, actually, I do.
Damn it, could she possibly stop doing that thing with her lips? I mean, the way she's sucking on that lollipop, it's really...
Shit. My jeans are awfully tight.
Chores, Kent, chores. Think about thrusting.
No, wait. Don't do that. Think about other stuff. Think about anything that doesn't have to do with those gorgeous pink lips wrapping around your-- your--
Jesus, where do I get these ideas? It's not like I read Playboy. I mean, not much. Not nearly as much as I'd like to, anyway. I shouldn't even be able to visualize her mouth on me that way.
But I totally can. Like a movie in my head. A really, really dirty movie. Oh, yeah, baby...
Shut UP, Kent. Jesus. Take a cold shower.
She's saying something. What is she saying?
I can't hear anything. There's like this roaring in my ears, and I can't seem to look away from her mouth. Maybe I could read her lips...
Or maybe I could just kiss them, and go from there.
What???! For crying out loud, she's my best friend. Friend! As in platonic! I can't kiss her!
But God, I wish I were that lollipop.
Couldn't we be friends with benefits? No, no, that's a bad idea. I so do not need the complications. I mean, yeah, that's one lucky lollipop, but...
Look at it. It's melting away in her mouth. Oh. My. God. I'd like to melt in her mouth. Or in her hands.
Only in my head do M&M commercials sound like sex. I'm a perv.
Chloe, will you have sex with me?
I didn't just say that. Did I? No. That was just in my head. But I should say that. I really should.
Except she's my friend, my 100% absolutely positively purely totally platonic friend that I never ever ever have sexual thoughts about. And she never has sexual thoughts about me either.
But wait. Really? She never has those thoughts about me? Then why is she giving head to a lollipop right in front of me? Can she really not know know what she's doing, and how fucking sexy it is?
Oh, how the hell should I know? What if she doesn't know how sexy this is? What if it's all completely innocent, and she's just having a snack? Then I'd say, Chloe, have sex with me, and she'd say, Kent, have you gotten into the catnip again? And I'd feel really, really stupid, and she'd laugh at me, and things might get really, really awkward...
Nope. Can't do it. Can't. Just can't. She means too much to me. I can't risk screwing things up between us, just because she's doing obscene things to a lollipop and making me incredibly horny. I just can't.
That is one hell of a lucky lollipop.