Come Undone - Chlark - NC-17 - 01/01
Title: Come Undone
Author: shelia ivorykiss
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Vague references to Perry
Disclaimers: I don’t own Clark or Chloe. This makes me sad.
Summary: Solar flares make Clark horny and Chloe is happy to help.
A/N: Pure PWP, any hints of a plot are completely unintentional. Blame twistedlyn for this. Really. Just blame her, and my fascination with astral events.
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It was barely past mid-morning, but already sweltering hot as Chloe stepped out of the air conditioned comfort of her little Yaris and onto the driveway of the Kent farm.
She walked towards the house and then changed direction towards the barn when she noticed big brown work boots and blue jean encased legs sticking out from underneath the old blue tractor.
“Chloe,” Clark called out to her as she made her way over to him, “Do you mind bringing me the water hose?”
“Sure,” she answered and turned on the water before grabbing the hose that was coiled and hung up on the side of the barn.
He slid out from underneath the perpetually broken down piece of farm equipment as she dragged the hose over and he wiped his hands on his once white tee shirt as he sat up. Clark grinned at her and she couldn’t help but to grin back. He had a smudge of dirt across his forehead and another along the angle of one cheek.
“Clark Kent you are a dirty boy!” Chloe laughed and pointed the sprayer at him and squeezed, hitting him full on in the face and chest.
She blinked at him in surprise: considering that Clark had superspeed she never really expected to be able to hit him with the spray of water from the hose.
He sputtered for a moment, then stood slowly and shook his head, dislodging the water that clung to his hair and leaving the dark curls in damp disarray. He narrowed his eyes and stepped towards her.
She couldn’t help it, her hand squeezed automatically as she backed away and was surprised once more as she managed to hit him yet again.
The once white tee was basically transparent now and plastered to his torso, leaving not much to the imagination.
And Chloe had a pretty good imagination.
But she never imagined that he would just strip off his shirt, and she watched mesmerized at the play and flex of muscles across his chest and arms as he wiped at his face with the soaked cotton then threw it to the ground.
“Two can play that game, Chloe.”
Clark grinned wickedly and cocked an eyebrow at her and she shivered despite the heat of the day at the husky tone that shaded his voice as he continued. “I’m going to enjoy getting you wet.”
He stepped purposely towards her and she held up her hands as she backed away. Chloe let out a startled squeak as she tripped over the hose looping haphazardly behind her.
Clark reached out for her but inexplicably he missed and her hand tightened automatically on the trigger as she fell and for the third time managed to hit him with the spray of water.
A soft moan escaped him as he froze and the expression on his face could only be described as rapture.
She blinked up at him, mouth slightly agape as Clark towered over her and Chloe’s gaze was drawn to the beads of moisture that collected along the broad expanse of his shoulders.
They hung there, the shiny droplets shimmering with tiny rainbows until gravity claimed them and they ran in tempting rivulets, occasionally criss-crossing each other or merging together as they trailed down the defining curves and angles of his powerfully muscled chest. One droplet caught on the tip of a nipple and the desire to lick away that tempting bead was almost overwhelming.
She bit at her bottom lip and dragged her eyes away from that enticing sight and let her gaze follow another one as it lazily traveled down across clearly defined abs, curving around his navel only to get caught in the dark shadowy line of soft hair below it.
Chloe licked her lips as her gaze drifted lower. There was no mistaking the impressive bulge straining at the fly of those low slung jeans he was wearing.
She swallowed hard, and for as much as she was enjoying the view, something odd was happening here and she forced herself to look up at his face.
There was no mistaking the pure masculine interest in his hooded eyes as he studied her sprawled out form below him. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and she could see the hint of the sharp tips of his teeth in his slightly open mouth.
“Clark?”
“Solar flares,” he murmured.
“What?”
“I’m glitching and... oh God, Chloe. Please. Do it again.”
She raised her hand, but hesitated in squeezing the sprayer. She was aware that the not uncommon solar event had the tendency to make Clark’s powers glitch, but what she hadn’t known was that they also could, for the lack of better words, turn him on.
She had wanted Clark for a very long time, years in fact, and while they finally seemed to be getting closer to being on the same page as far as wanting to go beyond being just friends, they hadn’t really done anything more than some heavy making out.
And she didn’t want to take advantage of the situation and potentially damage their budding new relationship.
She swallowed hard and licked her lips, unsure of what to do.
“Clark?” she whispered, her hand hanging in the air.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, lifting his face towards the sun. The air between them practically vibrated with energy.
“Now!” He demanded and when Chloe automatically complied to the command in his voice, he shuddered and groaned as the cool water rained down over him.
Then, in the space of a heartbeat, Chloe found herself trapped between one wet and very aroused Kryptonian male and the side of the barn.
He ground his hips into hers, groaning as he pressed his erection firmly against her. His lips, his teeth were at her neck, branding her with sharp moist kisses as his hands slid under the hem of her tank top then under the thin lace of her bra.
“Chloe… oh Chloe. Touch me,” Clark begged as he nuzzled behind her ear, his voice a deep rumble against her skin as his impossibly strong hands gently squeezed her breasts and Chloe cried out softly as his fingers deftly pinched then twisted her already peaked nipples.
She lifted her hands as he trailed his kisses across her collarbone, and he shuddered as she lightly ran them up his arms, caressing and tracing along his biceps, then further upward, stroking his wide shoulders before exploring broad expanse of his muscular back.
Her hands traveled lower, her fingertips dipping below and stroking along the skin just under the waistband of his jeans.
Clark growled and jerked hard against her. He pulled back as he twisted his hands under her shirt, under her bra and he easily ripped the thin material, exposing her to his hungry gaze.
There was a smoldering intimation of crimson in the clear jade of his eyes as he licked his lips and his large hands moved to her waist.
“God, I want you,” Clark said as lowered his mouth to hers. His lips were incredibly soft, moving slowly against hers with light brushes and suckles until her mouth opened beneath his. He groaned as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding and dancing against hers, stealing her breath, mimicking the rhythm of his hips pressing the rigid line of his blue jean trapped cock firmly against her lower belly.
His hands tightened on her waist and she cried out when her feet left the ground as he lifted her effortlessly. Her head fell back against the barn’s rough siding and Chloe gasped for air as the moist heat of his mouth surrounded one aching nipple. Her fingers tangled in the dark, still damp curls at the nape of his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips as he suckled her.
She closed her eyes and arched against him as his big hands slid over her ass to the back of her thighs, then back up under her skirt. Her underwear bunched in his hands and a small tug was all it took to turn the wisp of satin and lace into scrap material.
He let the pieces fall to the ground and Clark shuddered, moaning against her chest as his teeth scraped ragged trails along her skin as he kissed his way down the swell of one breast and up the other to claim the peak waiting for him there, but only for a moment and Chloe could only think that another solar flare spiked because suddenly he was panting and trembling, leaning heavily against her, his body vibrating with the torrent of energy pouring into him.
“Chloe… God… I want… I need…”
She cupped his face in her hands and tilted his head upwards. She smiled at him and kissed him softly as she brushed her thumb softly over the little mole sitting high on his cheek while her other hand traveled down his chest, fingertips tracing the jerking muscles of his abs before reaching further down and tugging on his belt.
Clark moaned into her mouth and one of his hands joined hers, helping her unbuckle his belt, then unfasten his jeans before pushing them, along with his boxers down his thighs.
His hand returned to her ass and Chloe’s head dropped back against the side of the barn and his mouth and tongue traveled along her neck, sucking and licking as he tugged her to him even as he pushed, the broad head of his cock sliding through her slick heat as he pressed into her.
Chloe clutched at his shoulders and moaned at the pressure of his thick cock stretching her, and somehow her nails were sinking into his impenetrable skin, leaving little crescent moons in his flesh as he was sinking deeper into her.
He was marking her too, the sharp tips of his teeth scoring welts down her neck and across her shoulder, his fingertips digging almost painfully into the firm globes of her ass as he rocked his hips.
“This… You… I…” Clark panted, and then groaned as she arched against him with his next little push and Chloe cried out as he slipped all the way inside her, her body barely having time to adjust to the thick length of him before he was pounding into her.
She was vaguely aware of boards at her back shaking with the force of his thrusts and there wasn’t much she could do but hold on as pleasure built shockingly fast, fiery tingles racing, arcing through her until she was gasping and calling out his name and even though it was mid-morning, stars streaked Chloe’s vision as her body surrendered to his.
She was still trembling as his grunts against her neck became harsher. He was starting to vibrate again and she could feel his control slipping as he thrust even faster, his hips stuttering as he pushed her over the edge again.
Chloe fought to keep her eyes open as pleasure shook her mercilessly. She wanted to watch him as he yielded to his own bliss.
Clark’s eyes frantically sought and found hers and she could see the fire gathering, swirling in their brilliant green depths, then he arched his head back and screamed his pleasure at the sky as heat and energy released from eyes and Chloe could feel the thick sticky heat of his come as it filled her body.
He collapsed, falling to his knees. She fell with him, landing with a jolt on his lap with his cock still twitching inside her.
Clark wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly to him. They were both breathing heavily and he pressed a kiss to her temple before rubbing his cheek against her own.
He murmured her name softly, over and over as he trailed soft sweet kisses across her jaw before nuzzling into the curve of her neck as he rested his head against her shoulder.
She could feel the warmth of the sun overhead, the warmth of Clark surrounding her, the warmth of Clark inside her.
Chloe closed her eyes and her lips curved into a drowsy and satisfied smile as she leaned her head against his broad chest, her arms wrapped as tightly around him as his was around her.
She promised herself she’d rest for just a minute before suggesting they go into the house, after all they were pretty much half naked tangled together next to the barn and she was pretty sure that his neighbors, if not everyone else in the surrounding counties heard him scream.
Chloe was close to dozing off when she heard him moan softly against her neck. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she lifted her head and looked at him wonderingly when she felt him shudder.
He was starting to tremble and even if she mistook the rising desire gilding his eyes with electric tinged crimson for something else, there was no way to misinterpret the impatient twitch of the thick length of his cock, still deep inside her, and still hard.
Chloe licked her suddenly dry lips and asked in her best reporter voice.
“So tell me… How long do solar flares usually last?”
“I’m not sure,” Clark answered, “It varies. They’ve been known to go on for days.”
“Wow,” Chloe said.
“Yeah. Wow.” He agreed with a grin and kissed her soundly as he laid her back gently on the ground and started moving within her again.
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