Rating: Adult. If you''re under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Warnings: Sexual content, underage sexual activity, language
Summary: After "Heat," Clark doesn't have quite as much control over his heat vision as he thought he did.
Written for the Secret Chlark gift exchange. Based on a prompt from elenarain. Chloe helps Clark to master his heat vision with multiple sexual training sessions and some kind of road trip adventure, with an actual car, not Clark using his speed
Holy shit, Clark thought again, because it was the only phrase he knew that could even remotely express the shock and amazement and sheer what-the-fuck-is-happening-here he was feeling right now. Chloe Sullivan was unbuckling his belt.
He opened his eyes, because he had to look-- he had to-- and watched as her small, competent hands deftly unfastened his Levi's, and then slowly unzipped them. He could see the enormous bulge in his boxers, and he knew she could too, and he really ought to be embarrassed by it. Maybe he was—he could feel his cheeks flaming, though whether that was with a blush or from the effort of holding back his heat vision he wasn't sure—but at this point he was beyond caring. All he cared about right now was the need that seemed to be burning him up from inside.
She reached out a finger and stroked him, very gently, through the thin fabric of his boxers. His dick jerked, and he gave a suffocated whimper.
He needed to look away. He really did. He was pretty sure he couldn't set himself on fire-- he could survive being hit by a car at sixty miles an hour, or shove his hand into a woodchipper without any damage, so his heat vision probably couldn't so much as redden his skin-- but Chloe wasn't fireproof. He needed to close his eyes against the burning and look toward the trees, right now, before he hurt her badly.
But somehow the sight of her slim finger caressing him up and down wasn't something he could look away from.
He watched with avid, hungry eyes as her finger slid up and down. He could feel the caress of her finger moving from head to base, almost to his balls, and back again, and his eyes burned as his dick spasmed. He could see a little wet patch appearing on the fabric as precome spilled out, and he blushed hotter than before, because he knew she could see it too.
She touched him, right where the cotton was wet, right where he was most sensitive, and he uttered a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, and might have been a curse if his brain was still functioning enough to produce anything other than animalistic noises. Which it wasn’t.
Oh, God. How had this happenned, exactly? He was supposed to be madly in love with Lana Lang, and yet he was standing here in the late summer sunshine, his jeans open, with Chloe Sullivan touching him in a way no girl ever had. He was standing in the middle of a field, where someone, anyone, might come along and see them, and letting her touch him intimately. And it was awesome.
This, he thought, was a hell of a good way to learn to control his heat vision. It beat blasting scarecrows by a country mile.
She stroked him some more, caressing his most sensitive flesh right through the cotton, and he shuddered. The heat sizzled in his eyes, but he fought it back. He had to watch this. He had to.
She teased him there for long moments, while he shook and made sounds that that he couldn’t seem to suppress. His eyes burned, but he couldn’t look away. He was entirely helpless.
He was all hers.
At last she caught the elastic top of his boxers, and pushed them down carefully, and his dick sprang free, making him blush even more. It was huge and dark and kind of, well, wet with all that precome. It gleamed in the sunlight, looking so blatantly aroused that he was horrifically embarrassed. He ought to pull away from her, yank up his jeans, and stammer out a suggestion they get going.
But he needed her touch so badly that he just couldn't.
Her finger trailed over the head of his hard-on, right over his bare skin. He was exquisitely sensitive there, and just the touch was enough to pull a sobbing moan from him. He felt another gush of precome, and the flaming need in his eyes grew more intolerable than before.
She trailed her finger back and forth, just as gently as she'd touched his palm, and without the cotton in the way, it felt incredible. He was pretty sure he could come just from this. In fact he was pretty sure he was going to, if she didn't stop soon.
She didn't stop. Her little hand wrapped around him, and then her thumb began moving back and forth, brushing over the wet, swollen head of his dick in a steady motion.
His knees shook, and he almost collapsed to the ground. His eyes felt like burning coals, but he still couldn't look away. There was no way in this or any other world he could look away from the sight of her pale hand wrapped around his blood-darkened flesh. His eyes smarted almost beyond endurance, but with a violent effort, he managed to hold back his heat vision, and stared at the sight of her thumb moving slowly over his wet flesh.
Her thumb was gentle and relentless, and it felt really, really good, but he became aware that he wanted more. He needed more. Instinctively, his hips jerked, shoving his dick harder into her encircling hand.
She took the hint, and began stroking her hand up and down, while still caressing the head. His hips moved harder, thrusting helplessly. He heard himself making noises-- and they were more than just moans now, they were strange, desperate noises like no sound he’d ever heard himself make-- and felt his balls beginning to ache.
He was going to come, going to come here in the sunshine with Chloe Sullivan touching him, and the thought made his heart pound and his eyes burn like never before. He held back the heat with a terrible effort, and thrust hard against her palm.
And then pleasure flowed through him like the sunshine, hot and sweet and so impossibly good, and he jerked his head to the side and let the heat rush out of him as he came. It was incredible, amazingly pleasurable, utterly overwhelming. His dick twitched and jerked in her hand, and come spurted from him in long, intense spasms as the heat rushed out of his eyes in a violent blast. He heard himself crying out, wailing her name, oh Chloe oh yes oh Chlo, and she didn't stop, just kept stroking him until the pleasure and the heat ebbed, and he fell to his knees, drawing in oxygen in deep, unsteady gasps.
Afterward, he wasn’t aware of anything for long moments. At last he heard her voice.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
He came back to himself,and managed to focus. Chloe was a short distance away from him, her back turned toward him. He could see guilt in the way she held her shoulders, the way her head was lowered.
“Hey,” he said, and began to get to his feet. His jeans started to fall down, reminding him that she’d unzipped them. He blushed, and hastily refastened his jeans and belt, then stepped toward her. “Hey, Chlo. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” She sighed. “I took advantage of you, Clark. You’re in some sort of meteor rock-induced hormonal haze, and I… well, I know you never would have wanted me under normal circumstances.”
He gaped at her. She was gorgeous, her gold hair shining in the sun, her skin soft and pale, her body curved in all the right places. In her tiny little shorts and her low cut tank top, he thought any guy in his right mind would want her. God knew he did.
He had to admit she had a point, though. He hadn’t wanted her till today. At least he hadn’t wanted to want her. Maybe, he thought, he’d been comfortable with the idea of being madly in love with Lana, so comfortable he wasn’t willing to look around and notice things had changed. Maybe he’d been kind of used to the status quo, and it had been easier to think of Chloe as just-a-friend, rather than a sexy and gorgeous girl.
Until today, when his heat vision had made it impossible for him to pretend Chloe wasn’t a girl any longer.
“You didn’t take advantage of me,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I liked that. I mean, I really liked it.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re my friend, and Lana’s my friend, and…”
“Lana and I aren’t dating, you know. She doesn’t own me.”
Her voice was soft. “I kind of think she figures she does.”
“Yeah, well, maybe she’s wrong.” He patted her shoulder, rather awkwardly. “I’m glad we did that, Chlo.”
“Yeah, me too.” She sighed heavily. “The truth is… well, I’m not nearly as sorry as I ought to be.”
“Me either. In fact, there’s only one thing I regret.”
She looked back over her shoulder. “What’s that?”
He grinned down at her. “That I didn’t get to touch you.”
She thought about that for a moment, and then a mischievous light started to glow in her hazel eyes. “We can fix that, you know. In fact, it would probably be good practice for you.”
“Practice is very important,” he agreed solemnly.
“Very, very important.”
“I’m glad we agree,” he said, and grabbed her.
“Look. There’s Metropolis.”
The city rose out of the flat Kansas prairie, proud and tall and beautiful. It was, Clark thought, one of the most amazing cities on Earth, and it was within driving distance of the little town where he’d grown up. But it was so different from Smallville that it might as well be on another planet. It was almost a shock to be driving along, in the middle of nowhere, and see the shining towers of Metropolis loom up on the horizon.
“My home away from home.” Chloe chuckled, stretching out her legs in the close confines of the truck. “Keep driving, farmboy, and I’ll show you around the city.”
“I’ve been there a few times, you know. I’m not a complete hick.”
“Yeah, well, I can get us in to see the Daily Planet.” She grinned at him, as if the idea of seeing the Planet again made her very, very happy. “One day, I’m going to be working there full time, and you’ll be coming to visit me.”
“Ha,” he scoffed. “I’ll be at the desk right next to you.”
“Maybe. If you can learn not to set buildings on fire.”
“Hey, I totally had it under control last time we, uh, practiced. You know I did.”
“You’re definitely improving. We’ve made out in Reddick—“
“That wasn’t Reddick. It was Bumfuck Egypt.”
“It was near Reddick, anyway. Sort of. So we’ve made out in Reddick, Wolf Rapids, and Reedville, and you’ve gotten better every time.”
“Better with my control? Or better at making out?”
“Both,” she said, patting his arm.
It had been a nice day, Clark thought. A really nice day. When they hadn’t been making out, they’d been talking. He’d always found it really easy to talk to Chloe, and even after a summer spent apart, he still had an awful lot to say to her. He could barely get a conversation going around Lana, but with Chloe, the words just rolled out, on both sides.
Chloe was a lot of fun, and she was sexy besides. He couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather take a road trip with.
“How about we make out in Metropolis next?” he suggested.
“Maybe we should just stay there for good.”
“Chlo…” He shook his head. “When we get to Metropolis, I need to call my mom and let her know I’ll be home tonight. I can’t just run off. I thought maybe I could this morning, but… I guess I’m not the runaway sort of guy.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re the responsible type. You’d never take off for the big city for a summer like I did.”
“Yeah. My parents will worry if I don’t get back tonight. And I’m serious about what I said, Chlo. If you don’t want to go back to your house because your dad’s never there… well, you can stay with us if you want to.”
“I’m old enough to be on my own, Clark.”
“I know. But you could use some home cooking, right? Come home with me tonight, and stay for dinner, at least.”
She lifted an eyebrow at him, and he could almost see what she was thinking—Is this a friend thing, or a girlfriend thing? The truth was, he couldn’t answer that question himself, because he honestly wasn’t sure. He and Chloe had made out repeatedly on the way from Smallville to Metropolis, and so they were obviously more than just friends. But as to where they were going from here…
Well, he didn’t know. Yet. But he figured the more time he spent with Chloe, the faster he’d figure it out.
He wasn’t in a big hurry to work it all out, anyway. Figuring out their relationship status didn’t seem to be that important, not right now. After all, it was a beautiful late summer day, he had a hot blonde in his truck, and more temptation than he could handle. It was an awesome day. It was one of the best days of his life.
And he was pretty sure that tomorrow was going to be even better.