Chlex Fanfic: Facade, Part III
I am so, so sorry for the long delay in this one, peeps. There were so many directions I could have taken the story in, and so many ethical facets to consider that I just couldn't rush it. Hopefully what I've come up with is worth the wait.
Enjoy! :-)
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 - 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 III
She tasted faintly of cherries; probably her lip gloss, or maybe some gum she’d had earlier in the day. Either way, Lex would always associate the smell and taste of cherries with kissing Chloe Sullivan.
Her lips were soft and warm, and parted eagerly beneath the gentle pressure of his. Lex threaded his hands in her hair and deepened the kiss, urging her gently backward until she was lying with her back was against the desk.
Suddenly she broke the kiss and stared up at him, breathing hard.
“Have we done this before?” she asked, her voice laden with suspicion.
He blinked. “You and me, or you and Clark?”
“I’m sorry. Clark.”
He shrugged. “I really wouldn’t know, but you should.”
She gnawed on her lower lip, looking thoughtful. “Not that I can recall. It’s just that this feels weirdly… familiar.”
“You’ve never kissed Clark before?”
“I have, but not like this,” she said, frowning. “With tongue and hands all over the place.”
Her words triggered a distant memory in Lex’s mind, and recognition dawned. “Aaah…”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean Aaah? What do you know?”
He took a deep breath. “Remember that parasite a couple of years back that was giving people a weird high?”
She frowned, and then her eyes widened. “Oh yeah - some kid stage-dived into thin air and broke his neck during a cave rave, right?”
“That’s the one. Well… you were bitten, as you probably recall.”
“True, but I woke up in hospital with no memory of any of it.” She sat up and cast her mind back, rummaging through foggy memories. “Let’s see… Lana was there when I woke up. All she said was that Clark had been making out with someone… oh, no.” She stared at him in shock. “That was me?”
He nodded.
“I made out with Clark?”
“There was some heavy petting in the barn, and the car,” he confirmed. “After some stinging remarks about my follically-challenged state, I might add.”
She winced. “Sorry.”
He smiled. “Forgiven.”
“Huh. What else did I do?”
“Let’s see… you played strip poker in the Talon, and tried to jump the gorge in Pete’s car.”
“And no-one thought to tell me all this?” she demanded. “Clark deliberately hid this from me?”
“I told him to tell you all about it, but since you’d been under the influence, he thought it best you didn’t know.”
“Did he, now?” she snorted. “And who is he to decide what’s best for me?”
“You know Clark; he has this overprotective streak,” Lex reasoned. “Guess he thought it might embarrass you if you knew.”
“Well, in that case, I think its best he doesn’t know about this.”
She hopped off the table and lowered her hand to the front of his slacks, and her hand closed around his straining crotch. Lex threw his head back and groaned. “God, that feels good.”
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, still stroking him. “How dare he hide something like this from me?”
Lex sighed. “Could we please stop talking about Clark now? It’s kind of a buzz-kill.”
She laughed derisively. “Yeah, it’s kinda hard to do that when I’m staring into his eyes and he has his hands on my ass, yanno?”
Lex rolled his eyes and smiled. “I keep forgetting what I look like right now; I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m having fun, strange as it may seem.”
He tilted his head and regarded her with a curious eye. “On a scale of one to ten, how Wall of Weird is this for you?”
She grinned. “Oh, I like it. I mean, come on. You and Clark rolled into one? It’s the threesome of dreams.”
He chuckled. “I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.”
His lips met hers again, prising them open and sweeping his tongue into her mouth. Chloe moaned and clutched his hair and he groaned, the completely new sensation sending sizzling shocks rippling through him. Immediately he sought more of her, squeezing her lush bottom with his fingertips before smoothing his hands down her corduroy skirt and inching it slowly upward.
He heard her breathing hitch as he swept his palms up the warm skin of her thighs, then accelerate when he curled his fingers into the sides of her panties. He held her gaze as he slid them down her legs and lifted her feet free, then raised her skirt to her hips.
He felt the tension in her thighs as he lifted her back to her sitting position on the table and stood between her spread legs. He pushed the heavy fabric right up over her hips and stared at her intimate flesh, his eyes burning with lust.
Suddenly she stared at him intently. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah,” he replied, his voice gravelly. “More than okay.”
“It’s just that your eyes… they’re glowing.”
Shit. Heat vision. Clark had warned him about the dangers of accidentally activating some of his abilities, particularly spontaneous combustion. Quickly he rubbed his eyes and blinked rapidly until the fierce itch was gone.
“Must be a trick of the light; my eyes are fine,” he reassured her. She looked set to argue, but all signs of rational thought disappeared from her eyes when he hooked his hands behind her knees, spread her thighs wider and lowered his head between them.
***
It was a sight she’d imagined a hundred times on cold, lonely nights: Clark Kent, his dark head between her splayed legs, making love to her with his mouth.
Whilst her mind had run riot with the raunchy images, it was something she never imagined she’d actually ever see. Clark was far too conservative to even think about oral sex, and she had resigned herself to the fact that even if she and Clark ever did make it into bed, the best she could expect from him was tame, tender, vanilla-type missionary sex; nothing out of the ordinary.
So to see his green eyes hold her gaze as he pressed his tongue into her and slowly licked her aching flesh sent a ripple of electricity straight to her very core.
“Holy fuck…” she breathed, her back hitting the table with a dull thud. Clark probably didn’t have a clue what to do down there, but Lex definitely did. And damn, was he super good at it.
Her thighs trembled, and he held them steady as he kissed and licked her intimately. Chloe shivered and writhed as he teased her soft folds with firm flicks and strokes of his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep her balanced on the edge of ecstasy without permitting her to tumble over it.
“Please, Lex,” she begged, lifting her hips, desperately seeking more contact with those wickedly talented lips. She clutched s fistful of hair and pulled hard, and he groaned loudly, the vibrations heightening the ache in her lower belly.
“Do that again,” he demanded raggedly.
“What, this?” She tugged at his hair, and again she was rewarded with a loud groan.
“Yeah, like that,” he breathed. “Don’t stop doing that. Just…don’t stop doing that.”
“I’m not hurting you?”
“Not in the slightest. Pull it as hard as you like.”
She reached down with both hands and clenched her fists in his hair, and his eyelids fluttering shut. A glint of orange caught her eye before his lashes closed, but then he slipped his tongue deep inside her and she lost her train of thought. She felt herself getting hotter and wetter, heard the soft sounds of his mouth as he licked her eagerly.
“God, you taste good,” he mumbled, his warm breath against her flesh heightening her sensitivity. “I could eat you all night.”
As if to prove his point, his lips fastened around her clit and gently sucked. Her voice steadily rose as upped the pressure, his tongue flicking the hardening nub repeatedly. Finally, finally he was going to let her come, and she welcomed the heady, helpless feeling building within her as his tongue moved on her with increasing speed, going faster and faster until she was sure he was buzzing against her with as much speed and accuracy as her vibrator. Which was impossible, surely…?
And then she exploded in a sea of ecstasy, screaming his name as her back arched and her orgasm pulsed through her in shimmering waves. Lex slowly eased the movements of his mouth, letting her ride out the thrill until she was utterly spent, save for the powerful aftershocks that occasionally rippled through her.
***
“Oh, my God,” she managed to croak through her dry throat several moments later.
Lex lifted his head - Clark’s head - and gave her a smug smile, his lips glistening with her moisture.
“I take it that was good for you?” he said smoothly, gently squeezing her thigh.
All she could manage was a whimper. Lex chuckled and straightened, pausing to right her clothing before gently stroking her hair away from her face.
“How did you do that?” she asked when she could finally draw a breath.
He frowned. What do you mean?”
“That thing with your tongue; it was…incredible.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“No, what I mean is, it was incredibly fast,” she explained. “Really fast, like it was buzzing. How did you do it?”
A guilty look crossed his face - briefly - and then disappeared. “Have you ever had anyone go down on you before?” he asked bluntly.
She lowered her gaze. “Well, no; but I’m pretty sure it isn’t supposed to be that fast.”
“How do you know what it’s supposed to feel like if you’ve never felt it before?”
She lifted a shoulder in a listless shrug, and flashed her an indulgent smile.
“I just wanted to make you feel good, that’s all,” he said, giving her forehead a quick kiss. “Just enjoy it for what it was: some pretty damn good head, if I do say so myself.”
She blushed. “Speaking of head…” she glanced down at the sizeable bulge in his slacks. “Yours hasn’t had any action tonight.”
His eyes darkened with lust. “So it seems.” He reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it, and she swallowed hard as he worked it free of the loops.
“Um… Lex?” she ventured timidly.
The reticence in her voice made him pause. “Are you a virgin?” he asked.
“Oh, no. No, I’m not.”
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked gently. “Because I’ll stop if you want me to.”
She took a deep breath. “Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a tease, I do want this; I really do…”
“But…?” he prompted when she trailed off.
“But I’m not sure we should use Clark’s body like this,” she blurted out, giving voice to her thoughts. “I mean, if he doesn’t want me this way, it would be wrong to have sex with him, wouldn’t it?”
“You wouldn’t be having sex with him, you’d be having sex with me.”
“In his body,” she reminded him.
He took her hands and held them gently, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs.
“Chloe, when Clark and I switched bodies, we did so with the full knowledge that one or both of us might want to indulge in the delights of the flesh, and we’re actually okay with that,” he said softly, looking into her eyes. “It may seem… unusual, but we agreed that as long as our partners were willing, it wouldn’t be wrong. So if it’s Clark’s permission you’re after, you pretty much have it.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, still a tad uncertain.
He smiled. “In Clark’s words, ‘it’s no different from borrowing your friend’s car, as long as you don’t, y’know, smash it up.’”
Chloe giggled. “Yeah, I can see him saying that. I still think it might freak him out if he knows exactly who your willing partner is.”
Lex snorted. “I think he’d be more worried if I spent the night masturbating in his bedroom.”
She laughed out loud at that one, and he kissed her on the forehead. “Anything else?”
She smiled up at him shyly. “Well… I kind of want my first time with you to be with the real you,” she replied.
“You are with the real me.”
“You know what I mean,” she said gently. “Bald head, pale skin, the works.”
“Hey, I don’t mind you indulging in a little Clark fantasy,” he said simply, stroking her cheek. “Besides, the entire time I was going down on you, you called me Lex, so I know you know exactly who’s making love to you.”
Her insides warmed at the memory of the intense pleasure of his mouth on her. He was right; he may have been wearing Clark’s face and body, but the skill and expertise behind the façade had been all him, and she’d never questioned it for a second.
“And you may as well enjoy it now, because this is the only time Clark Kent is ever gonna make you feel this good,” he continued, pressing his hard-on between her thighs in an unsubtle invitation. “No way is he gonna measure up after tonight.”
She cocked her head and smiled slyly at him. “You’re sure about that?”
He grinned. “Positive.”
“Clearly you’ve never heard of muscle memory,” she pointed out. “I’m no scientist, but there’s a strong possibility that Clark’s body may remember the physical experience, even though his mind has no knowledge of it.”
“Well, that’ll certainly be interesting, if true,” he mused, lifting her blouse over her head, “…but we won’t know for sure until we actually make love, will we?”
He lowered his head to the side of her neck, kissing and nipping at the pulsing vein there. Chloe gasped and leaned back, shivering as her recently-slaked desire instantly re-ignited.
“I’m all for testing the theory if you are,” she breathed.
He smiled against her neck. “Thought so.”
***
Part IV...
Enjoy! :-)
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 - 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 III
She tasted faintly of cherries; probably her lip gloss, or maybe some gum she’d had earlier in the day. Either way, Lex would always associate the smell and taste of cherries with kissing Chloe Sullivan.
Her lips were soft and warm, and parted eagerly beneath the gentle pressure of his. Lex threaded his hands in her hair and deepened the kiss, urging her gently backward until she was lying with her back was against the desk.
Suddenly she broke the kiss and stared up at him, breathing hard.
“Have we done this before?” she asked, her voice laden with suspicion.
He blinked. “You and me, or you and Clark?”
“I’m sorry. Clark.”
He shrugged. “I really wouldn’t know, but you should.”
She gnawed on her lower lip, looking thoughtful. “Not that I can recall. It’s just that this feels weirdly… familiar.”
“You’ve never kissed Clark before?”
“I have, but not like this,” she said, frowning. “With tongue and hands all over the place.”
Her words triggered a distant memory in Lex’s mind, and recognition dawned. “Aaah…”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean Aaah? What do you know?”
He took a deep breath. “Remember that parasite a couple of years back that was giving people a weird high?”
She frowned, and then her eyes widened. “Oh yeah - some kid stage-dived into thin air and broke his neck during a cave rave, right?”
“That’s the one. Well… you were bitten, as you probably recall.”
“True, but I woke up in hospital with no memory of any of it.” She sat up and cast her mind back, rummaging through foggy memories. “Let’s see… Lana was there when I woke up. All she said was that Clark had been making out with someone… oh, no.” She stared at him in shock. “That was me?”
He nodded.
“I made out with Clark?”
“There was some heavy petting in the barn, and the car,” he confirmed. “After some stinging remarks about my follically-challenged state, I might add.”
She winced. “Sorry.”
He smiled. “Forgiven.”
“Huh. What else did I do?”
“Let’s see… you played strip poker in the Talon, and tried to jump the gorge in Pete’s car.”
“And no-one thought to tell me all this?” she demanded. “Clark deliberately hid this from me?”
“I told him to tell you all about it, but since you’d been under the influence, he thought it best you didn’t know.”
“Did he, now?” she snorted. “And who is he to decide what’s best for me?”
“You know Clark; he has this overprotective streak,” Lex reasoned. “Guess he thought it might embarrass you if you knew.”
“Well, in that case, I think its best he doesn’t know about this.”
She hopped off the table and lowered her hand to the front of his slacks, and her hand closed around his straining crotch. Lex threw his head back and groaned. “God, that feels good.”
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, still stroking him. “How dare he hide something like this from me?”
Lex sighed. “Could we please stop talking about Clark now? It’s kind of a buzz-kill.”
She laughed derisively. “Yeah, it’s kinda hard to do that when I’m staring into his eyes and he has his hands on my ass, yanno?”
Lex rolled his eyes and smiled. “I keep forgetting what I look like right now; I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m having fun, strange as it may seem.”
He tilted his head and regarded her with a curious eye. “On a scale of one to ten, how Wall of Weird is this for you?”
She grinned. “Oh, I like it. I mean, come on. You and Clark rolled into one? It’s the threesome of dreams.”
He chuckled. “I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.”
His lips met hers again, prising them open and sweeping his tongue into her mouth. Chloe moaned and clutched his hair and he groaned, the completely new sensation sending sizzling shocks rippling through him. Immediately he sought more of her, squeezing her lush bottom with his fingertips before smoothing his hands down her corduroy skirt and inching it slowly upward.
He heard her breathing hitch as he swept his palms up the warm skin of her thighs, then accelerate when he curled his fingers into the sides of her panties. He held her gaze as he slid them down her legs and lifted her feet free, then raised her skirt to her hips.
He felt the tension in her thighs as he lifted her back to her sitting position on the table and stood between her spread legs. He pushed the heavy fabric right up over her hips and stared at her intimate flesh, his eyes burning with lust.
Suddenly she stared at him intently. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah,” he replied, his voice gravelly. “More than okay.”
“It’s just that your eyes… they’re glowing.”
Shit. Heat vision. Clark had warned him about the dangers of accidentally activating some of his abilities, particularly spontaneous combustion. Quickly he rubbed his eyes and blinked rapidly until the fierce itch was gone.
“Must be a trick of the light; my eyes are fine,” he reassured her. She looked set to argue, but all signs of rational thought disappeared from her eyes when he hooked his hands behind her knees, spread her thighs wider and lowered his head between them.
***
It was a sight she’d imagined a hundred times on cold, lonely nights: Clark Kent, his dark head between her splayed legs, making love to her with his mouth.
Whilst her mind had run riot with the raunchy images, it was something she never imagined she’d actually ever see. Clark was far too conservative to even think about oral sex, and she had resigned herself to the fact that even if she and Clark ever did make it into bed, the best she could expect from him was tame, tender, vanilla-type missionary sex; nothing out of the ordinary.
So to see his green eyes hold her gaze as he pressed his tongue into her and slowly licked her aching flesh sent a ripple of electricity straight to her very core.
“Holy fuck…” she breathed, her back hitting the table with a dull thud. Clark probably didn’t have a clue what to do down there, but Lex definitely did. And damn, was he super good at it.
Her thighs trembled, and he held them steady as he kissed and licked her intimately. Chloe shivered and writhed as he teased her soft folds with firm flicks and strokes of his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep her balanced on the edge of ecstasy without permitting her to tumble over it.
“Please, Lex,” she begged, lifting her hips, desperately seeking more contact with those wickedly talented lips. She clutched s fistful of hair and pulled hard, and he groaned loudly, the vibrations heightening the ache in her lower belly.
“Do that again,” he demanded raggedly.
“What, this?” She tugged at his hair, and again she was rewarded with a loud groan.
“Yeah, like that,” he breathed. “Don’t stop doing that. Just…don’t stop doing that.”
“I’m not hurting you?”
“Not in the slightest. Pull it as hard as you like.”
She reached down with both hands and clenched her fists in his hair, and his eyelids fluttering shut. A glint of orange caught her eye before his lashes closed, but then he slipped his tongue deep inside her and she lost her train of thought. She felt herself getting hotter and wetter, heard the soft sounds of his mouth as he licked her eagerly.
“God, you taste good,” he mumbled, his warm breath against her flesh heightening her sensitivity. “I could eat you all night.”
As if to prove his point, his lips fastened around her clit and gently sucked. Her voice steadily rose as upped the pressure, his tongue flicking the hardening nub repeatedly. Finally, finally he was going to let her come, and she welcomed the heady, helpless feeling building within her as his tongue moved on her with increasing speed, going faster and faster until she was sure he was buzzing against her with as much speed and accuracy as her vibrator. Which was impossible, surely…?
And then she exploded in a sea of ecstasy, screaming his name as her back arched and her orgasm pulsed through her in shimmering waves. Lex slowly eased the movements of his mouth, letting her ride out the thrill until she was utterly spent, save for the powerful aftershocks that occasionally rippled through her.
***
“Oh, my God,” she managed to croak through her dry throat several moments later.
Lex lifted his head - Clark’s head - and gave her a smug smile, his lips glistening with her moisture.
“I take it that was good for you?” he said smoothly, gently squeezing her thigh.
All she could manage was a whimper. Lex chuckled and straightened, pausing to right her clothing before gently stroking her hair away from her face.
“How did you do that?” she asked when she could finally draw a breath.
He frowned. What do you mean?”
“That thing with your tongue; it was…incredible.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“No, what I mean is, it was incredibly fast,” she explained. “Really fast, like it was buzzing. How did you do it?”
A guilty look crossed his face - briefly - and then disappeared. “Have you ever had anyone go down on you before?” he asked bluntly.
She lowered her gaze. “Well, no; but I’m pretty sure it isn’t supposed to be that fast.”
“How do you know what it’s supposed to feel like if you’ve never felt it before?”
She lifted a shoulder in a listless shrug, and flashed her an indulgent smile.
“I just wanted to make you feel good, that’s all,” he said, giving her forehead a quick kiss. “Just enjoy it for what it was: some pretty damn good head, if I do say so myself.”
She blushed. “Speaking of head…” she glanced down at the sizeable bulge in his slacks. “Yours hasn’t had any action tonight.”
His eyes darkened with lust. “So it seems.” He reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it, and she swallowed hard as he worked it free of the loops.
“Um… Lex?” she ventured timidly.
The reticence in her voice made him pause. “Are you a virgin?” he asked.
“Oh, no. No, I’m not.”
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked gently. “Because I’ll stop if you want me to.”
She took a deep breath. “Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a tease, I do want this; I really do…”
“But…?” he prompted when she trailed off.
“But I’m not sure we should use Clark’s body like this,” she blurted out, giving voice to her thoughts. “I mean, if he doesn’t want me this way, it would be wrong to have sex with him, wouldn’t it?”
“You wouldn’t be having sex with him, you’d be having sex with me.”
“In his body,” she reminded him.
He took her hands and held them gently, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs.
“Chloe, when Clark and I switched bodies, we did so with the full knowledge that one or both of us might want to indulge in the delights of the flesh, and we’re actually okay with that,” he said softly, looking into her eyes. “It may seem… unusual, but we agreed that as long as our partners were willing, it wouldn’t be wrong. So if it’s Clark’s permission you’re after, you pretty much have it.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, still a tad uncertain.
He smiled. “In Clark’s words, ‘it’s no different from borrowing your friend’s car, as long as you don’t, y’know, smash it up.’”
Chloe giggled. “Yeah, I can see him saying that. I still think it might freak him out if he knows exactly who your willing partner is.”
Lex snorted. “I think he’d be more worried if I spent the night masturbating in his bedroom.”
She laughed out loud at that one, and he kissed her on the forehead. “Anything else?”
She smiled up at him shyly. “Well… I kind of want my first time with you to be with the real you,” she replied.
“You are with the real me.”
“You know what I mean,” she said gently. “Bald head, pale skin, the works.”
“Hey, I don’t mind you indulging in a little Clark fantasy,” he said simply, stroking her cheek. “Besides, the entire time I was going down on you, you called me Lex, so I know you know exactly who’s making love to you.”
Her insides warmed at the memory of the intense pleasure of his mouth on her. He was right; he may have been wearing Clark’s face and body, but the skill and expertise behind the façade had been all him, and she’d never questioned it for a second.
“And you may as well enjoy it now, because this is the only time Clark Kent is ever gonna make you feel this good,” he continued, pressing his hard-on between her thighs in an unsubtle invitation. “No way is he gonna measure up after tonight.”
She cocked her head and smiled slyly at him. “You’re sure about that?”
He grinned. “Positive.”
“Clearly you’ve never heard of muscle memory,” she pointed out. “I’m no scientist, but there’s a strong possibility that Clark’s body may remember the physical experience, even though his mind has no knowledge of it.”
“Well, that’ll certainly be interesting, if true,” he mused, lifting her blouse over her head, “…but we won’t know for sure until we actually make love, will we?”
He lowered his head to the side of her neck, kissing and nipping at the pulsing vein there. Chloe gasped and leaned back, shivering as her recently-slaked desire instantly re-ignited.
“I’m all for testing the theory if you are,” she breathed.
He smiled against her neck. “Thought so.”
***
Part IV...