Backseat Driver
NC-17
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Spoilers: You'd have to look for them. I went so AU I became a Chlarker. I know. It's okay. I promise.
A/N: And for all those of you who would say “Are you daft, nonky? This is NOT Chlex!” I would say it is in a way, and don't worry. Really. Don't worry. Be angry if you like. But remember that I am WARNING you this very sentence that Clark and Chloe have sex. That's about all that happens. But it's still Chlex. Because I borrowed Ava's awesome and now I can just convince you guys of things that are the exact opposite of what you're seeing. But if you need to get mad please do so. I'll be over here turning things awesome.
Backseat Driver
The two teenagers on his bed looked at him uneasily, well aware he was the eldest and the most qualified judge of how the night would go. He nodded to them. “I'm ready if you are.” He left Clark and Chloe sitting side by side on the edge of the mattress, only their linked hands making contact. As he closed the door he could hear their lips part with soft suction.
The billionaire stood at loose ends in the hallway outside his bedroom as they took off their clothing and did their foreplay in private. His role would come soon enough.
Lex Luthor had done many things in his life and had many sexual experiences. Most of those happened before he moved to the small farm town where he ran a subsidiary of his father's company. There was no anonymity in Smallville – literally the name of the town – and irresponsible actions were noted and remembered. He had some painful lessons in the first year of his residence and his family's reputation was poor before he arrived. Slowly he gained minimal trust and people spoke to him. He made acquaintances. He made a few very precious friends.
The first was Clark Kent after they met at a farmer's market. Then fifteen, the gangly boy said hello and offered to walk him around to the best stalls. He led the way with obvious pride to his mother's produce colourfully displayed, and introduced Lex to Martha Kent triumphantly. It was as if Clark had been waiting for Lex to show up and decided they would be friends in advance.
Used to flattery as he was, the young billionaire wasn't used to sincerity. Clark found him friendly and he was treated that way – no questions asked. Differences of lifestyle and experience needed to be explained from time to time, but there was no scathing doubt from the young man. What Lex said was the truth to him.
As he got to know the town the boy knew he realized it was modern pastoral. Families were largely intact and lived in houses beside swingsets. There was no reason why a new acquaintance wouldn't become a new friend. There was no reason why the sun wouldn't rise into a blue sky with fluffy white clouds on the day you planned a picnic. There was pain and tragedy, failure and despair, but above all there was a sense of unity.
Your neighbours were your friends and any friend of your friend could call on you. He saw it, even experienced it once or twice. Help was available on the promise of your future willingness to help someone else. No one wrote it down or made you sign anything, but that was the understanding.
Chloe Sullivan's knock on his door fell under the friend of a friend clause. She had been dating Clark for over a year, they were making plans to go to the same university. And to Lex's surprise, they were both still virgins despite the seriousness of their relationship.
“Technical virgins,” she said uncomfortably. “We've done some things but not everything.”
Looking over his shoulder with amusement as he poured her a glass of water, Lex replied, “Even I haven't done everything. I don't want to embarrass you but I'm not sure how I can help your relationship. There are some special circumstances, but as far as I'm aware the anatomy is compatible.”
The red-faced young woman nodded. Her lips curved into one answer before she shook her head and looked into his eyes.
“He's afraid he'll hurt me. I don't think he will, obviously, but . . . I can't convince him he's in control of himself enough,” she said. “We've had sex, just not intercourse. He's never hurt me. It would kill him to hurt me but we have to get past this.”
It was difficult to respect his friend's privacy about lifting small cars and parts of buildings off people, not to mention his knack for getting across the lightly populated but geographically large town in minutes on foot. Clark's alien origins were strange, but Lex considered it the only oddity of the conservative farmer's son. It was a small price to talk away the suspicions of a few witnesses; Lex had come to realize Clark Kent was his first real friend.
“If he's willing I could talk to him, give him some idea of what he should avoid – the basics.”
He took the few steps over to her chair and put the glass in her shaking hand. She was genuinely upset and he supposed it made sense. For her it was a milestone that Clark was resisting, and the foundation of the relationship was in question. Her green eyes ached and he nodded at her before he knew what he was doing.
“Information isn't going to make him confident. What he wants is to have a failsafe so if something goes wrong he can be stopped.”
They spoke in excruciating detail about his contribution. He would be the stop gap. If all else failed he was the calm observer who could make things right again.
That was how Lex came to be sitting on the floor next to his own bed, holding Chloe's hand in his, a lead box under his other hand, and ready to scorch Clark Kent with the only thing that could kill him.
“Chloe, if you're not okay and you can't talk push on my hand. You'll probably be pulling from time to time, but if you need me to stop things push it away.” She nodded, looking pale.
“I don't have to hold your hand if you don't . . .”
“I'm not trying to make you nervous,” Lex told her. “I don't expect anyone will get hurt. Since I'm taking responsibility for keeping it that way I want you to have a way to signal me no matter what.”
She squirmed and her grip on his hand slid with sweat. Lex wasn't exactly calm but he wasn't sweating, and he wasn't losing his virginity, either. He pulled away and she glanced at him, a mildly embarrassed look that was atypical for the more worldly teenager. Clark hadn't made eye contact since Lex had come back into the room.
“Sorry,” Chloe mumbled. Her palm rubbed over the sheets. She looked like she needed a cuddle but Clark was too embarrassed to touch her with anyone else around.
“It's okay. I just thought of a few things I want to have nearby. I'll be back in a few minutes.”
He took his time getting three bottles of water in an ice bucket and moving it next to the bed. He would do Chloe's stalling for her if she couldn't ask for more time. Clark seemed to have worked himself up to the point of needing to go forward no matter what. Lex had to make sure she had the time to change her mind.
When he returned the two young people had moved closer together. Chloe had her hands on her boyfriend's jaw and she was smiling at him. She pecked his mouth gently and the boy shuddered. If she was going to have any shot at her own orgasm they were going to have to start things or call it off.
“When you're both ready,” Lex said mildly. “I'd suggest a condom before anything else. Better safe.”
Clark nodded and turned on his side away from them to put it on. Chloe stretched out her hand and Lex smiled at her encouragingly as she gripped his palm. His thumb ran along the back of her hand. She pushed the pillow from the back of her head and brushed her hair off her forehead.
“Okay.” Clark was suited up and he turned back. She opened her legs and Lex politely turned away as the sheet was pulled up to let Clark move on top of her. When they had arranged the cover back over them, she wiggled nervously. Her free hand rubbed over his chest and held on to his shoulder.
They kissed awkwardly, eyes squeezed closed like children afraid to look at the shadows their bedroom furniture made. The mattress shifted as Chloe's knees came up and sweat shone on Clark's forehead. He pulled back and she nodded sweetly. There was a lot of wasted movement as they fumbled under the sheet. The blond jumped slightly and startled the boy on top of her.
“Close your eyes, Chloe. You're ready for this. Let him in,” Lex coached her. He wasn't trying to rush them, but he also didn't want to witness the setback if Clark didn't even make it inside Chloe before he finished. “When you're lined up slide in slowly. She'll tighten up after a couple of inches, it's normal. Try to keep the motion smooth once you've started. The first thrust might get you all the way in, but if it doesn't it's okay. Don't force it.”
Clark's terse nod was brief and he seemed to be holding his breath as he pushed against her hips. The cover on them trembled. Lex watched her bite her lip on a cry. The dawning awe on the young man's face told him at least one of the couple was liking penetration. A tear rolled sideways when Chloe's head turned as if she was trying to make more space where none existed. Her throat worked roughly.
“Enough there. Clark, take a deep breath and pull out as gently as you can.”
Chloe's green eyes struggled open, questioning. It had been difficult getting Clark simply in. “What do you mean?”
“I'm just checking on you,” Lex soothed. Given the responsibility he wanted to be sure there wasn't a lot of bleeding or bruises. “A little bit of blood is normal. Can I look?”
She nodded and braced as Clark pulled out and moved to the side. Lex tipped her knee out and told Clark, “Run your fingers down and show me.”
The brunette boy's hand gathered a few red smears but Lex was satisfied. He nodded. “Nothing to worry about.”
She ran her free hand through the boy's hair, smiling lovingly as Clark took a long time to position himself. “I love you.”
His cheeks became red and he whispered it, but the boy returned the phrase after a moment. Lex hoped he meant it, because he'd better appreciate the lengths Chloe was willing to go to give Clark her virginity. Not many women would risk literal death along with the indignity of a referee. She was an extraordinary woman and deserved to be recognized for that.
Lex was gratified to see her face twist in pleasure as Clark entered her again. He must have discovered how convenient it was to rub her clit while he was reaching down to fit himself inside. Chloe's hand on her boyfriend's neck touched softly down his chest and he murmured something on her cheek.
“Mmm,” she hummed gently. Her breasts were bared for a few seconds as Clark pushed his arms under her back. He lifted Chloe's shoulders up and tried a full thrust in. Her knees bounced open as she gasped.
Lex kept his fingers closed on hers and his fist dragged. He rotated his wrist so Chloe could use her hand to support herself. She had put a subtle coating of blue on her nails and it was paler than her fingertips pressed red on his hand. She let out another moan and he reminded his body this wasn't for him. He was doing a favour for a friend.
His body didn't listen all that well.
Clark had located a rhythm that wasn't too bad, but Lex had his doubts about it working for Chloe. She was kissing along her lover's shoulder but her hips were taking the motions instead of following them. The problem was Clark was hitting his depth when Chloe was still clenched on the last inward stroke. She was trying to catch up but it wasn't going to happen unless her boyfriend slowed down for her.
“Clark, why don't you let her lie back? It will give Chloe better leverage,” he suggested.
The boy's dark hair flopped over his face and he brought them down a little hard onto the mattress. Chloe's hips jerked up with the pressure and she opened her eyes eagerly.
She pulled her knees up higher around Clark and he hesitated. “I don't know -”
“You won't hurt me,” she soothed him. “I'm fine.”
“Slowly at first,” Lex said quietly. “It's going to be deeper.”
Chloe's grip increased and pulled his hand as she stretched her arm to her side. She held Clark down tight to her body. He made an experimental motion and she nodded mutely.
“Chloe?” The innocent, blissful fluster on the boy's face was charming in a small town boy kind of way. Lex saw a flash of amusement from the reporter as she touched his arm reassuringly.
“I'm fine.”
“I'm too heavy,” he said.
Chloe let him shift around until he was holding himself above her. Her head was only as big as Clark's bicep. She lay back with perfect trust as he worked his hips in and out. The rhythm was still too fast, Lex thought. She was going to be left out.
Clark seemed to be aware his excitement was more than his partner's because he kissed her deeply. His hand groped between her legs and buried a finger against her clit, rubbing hard. Rattled, she lost her grip on Lex's hand and gasped loudly. Covering her hand with his so she didn't have to grope for it, Lex said, “Hold it, Clark. Was that too hard, Chloe?”
She nodded. Her mouth was showing a dent from her teeth and her knees had closed to try to keep Clark still. Her confidence was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
“I'm sorry,” the boy said solemnly, his thumb fondling her nipple. The sheet was down to his waist and he didn't seem to notice. Lex didn't bring it up.
“It's okay. I'm just having trouble . . . I can't come yet and I know you're waiting,” she said apologetically.
Lex let them have a moment of silence in case one of them had something they wanted to do about it. When they just looked bleakly at each other he said, “Chloe will have a better angle if she's on her stomach.”
Their eyes met and searched for support from each other. A big farmer's hand tidied blond strands from her face and she caressed the small of his back. Chloe didn't look away from her lover when she nodded. “Yeah, let's try that.”
She sighed as Clark withdrew and knelt up with the sheet pulled in front of him. Lex let her hand go as she turned to her stomach. She glanced back to move her legs apart around Clark, and then turned to him.
“Like this?”
“Like that,” Lex husked. He turned toward her, no longer caring if he stared. Her breasts were soft and smooth and her face was closer to his than her boyfriend's. He wanted to smooth her hair for her and suck on her battered lip. His cock wasn't convinced it wasn't getting a turn, and he just knew her pussy was tight and slick. He knew she would accept a little pain because she was just that giving.
Chloe was pretty under normal circumstances, but her face now was just glowing. She had rosy cheeks and a look of lush, shiny pleasure. He wanted her to come. He wanted her to have a good first time. He didn't want her to be hurt or afraid. His two hands wrapped over her fists and she looked down meaningfully.
“Ugh!”
She protested when Clark filled her without warning. They hadn't noticed him lowering himself down to her. Chloe's forehead leaned on his knuckles and Lex looked at the boy with hostility.
“Too fast, Clark. She wasn't ready.”
Obviously devastated, the boy stuttered out an apology, but she said, “It's okay.”
Her hands were still tightly fisted when he cautiously pulled out and pushed in. Chloe freed one hand and cleared her hair from her neck. She turned her head sideways and blew out a tense exhale. Her fingers parted and he linked his through them.
“Tell him when,” Lex whispered. “Push back with your hips.”
She gripped the edge of the mattress and he leaned on her fingers as he watched her face twist. The rhythm was still off. Clark was driving in hard against resistance and she was trying to relax and unable to do so. Chloe bounced her ass up and the boy met her.
“Chloe!”
The big tanned hands were drifting on her shoulders and Lex shook his head at Clark. He didn't want him pulling her by her shoulders and hurting her neck. He grudgingly accepted Clark's tugging at her waist. She had to be sore. Her lip was fixed between her teeth again.
“Okay,” Lex whispered. She nodded. He didn't know if he believed her. She was pumping her hips back steadily and her pulse under his fingers was increasing. She hid her face from him and moaned. Shallow, noisy breathing made her shake. Uneasiness crept along his nerve-endings.
He was hard but he wanted this to be over. He could practically feel his body ache in sympathy for her. If she would just ask him he could stop it . . .
Clark was pulling on her whole body, jerking her into his thrusts as the force increased. His weight fell on her when she moved away. It was still only edging on roughness, but Lex didn't like it. He didn't like hands on her. He hated knowing Clark was the one inside her, fumbling his way through this first time with her. As much as he tried to remind himself this was his friend, he hated Clark. Why had it taken this much – watching her writhing under the younger man? Her face glittered with sweat as she made a noise nearly pained.
There's my excuse, he thought.
“Get your hands off her,” he ordered, louder than necessary. “Off Chloe and on the mattress. You're getting too rough. Now, Clark!”
He faltered, his body freezing in place. Lex flicked open the latch of the lead box but didn't need to do anything else. Clark was withdrawing slowly, letting her body rise from where he'd pushed her down into the mattress. She leaned to the edge of the bed and let her face hang over. While she was catching her breath, both men comforted her. Clark rubbed his knuckles along her spine and Lex stroked her arm lightly.
She propped her face up on his shoulder and sighed. “I'm okay now. I was getting smothered.”
Her tired gaze was pained but clear, pleading with him for direction. “Maybe if you get up on your knees,” Lex said. He caught a glimpse of the damp curls between her legs as she moved around. Clark was right there thrusting once she was in position.
Impatient bastard, he thought. Jesus, wait two seconds.
He was being more careful on her hips, not yanking on her like a jackass, at least. Clark sawed his cock in and out with his head tipped back and his eyes closed. He had no appreciation for the long line of Chloe's frame. He didn't see her grace as she dropped her shoulders down. Her free hand clasped Lex's collar. Her fingers twisted in his but didn't let go. She was muffling her cries on his skin.
Lex was throbbing. He couldn't see anything except her. The vague sense of someone else was just background. The bed happened to shake when Chloe made a noise of pleasure. Her body moved with other objects and one of those objects happened to be alive. Her eyes were misty as she looked at him. She never looked back. Maybe she had forgotten, too.
The smaller intervals between thrusts diminished to nothing and her tears were flowing freely into his sleeve. Lex glanced balefully at Clark and saw him lick his thumb and drag it on her clit. She bucked and whimpered.
It shouldn't be Clark, he thought. She wasn't looking to Clark. She was looking at him. She was holding on to him. He had chosen the positions. He had made the decisions and kept her from harm. He was making love to Chloe. It was just Clark inside her. Ungrateful bastard. Unworthy prick of a man-boy.
His arousal was tamped down somewhat by the hatred rolling over him. He didn't want Chloe to come around anyone else. It was bad enough to have to see this. She shouldn't be selling herself short. He would give her the world – literally the world if she wanted it. He would kiss her without having to stop moving their bodies. He would make her come many, many times before he even thought of his own pleasure.
Clark's chest was heaving as he gave a frenzied series of thrusts and held her hips roughly into his groin. Chloe's hair whipped over her eyes but she bit down on Lex's hand and gave a muffled scream. The boy was lucky – so damn lucky – Lex was more interested in comforting her than he was in killing his rival.
She had come for Clark. Bitterness lodged in his stomach. She had come for Clark because she was dating Clark. She loved Clark. She had always loved Clark.
Her head was hanging off the side of the bed, resting on Lex's shoulder as her lungs heaved. Chloe's hands were still holding tightly over his. He glanced at Clark and found the boy leaning weakly on his folded arms to either side of Chloe's body. She was dwarfed by him, looking disturbingly small and flattened. “Chloe, how are you feeling,” he whispered.
Her ear was next to his mouth and she definitely heard him. She sighed, the noise trembling up his spine and shaking her as he shivered. Her hands let go and she pushed herself back onto the mattress. Her braced arms plumped up her breasts and he found himself staring. Clark was staring too, had picked his head up from her back and dragged his black hair through her sweat. “I'm good.”
She sounded hoarse and languid, maybe a bit disoriented. He held her shoulders as she inched back. Clark made a face that reminded Lex he was still inside her. “Before you move around a lot, Clark, you should take care of that condom,” he suggested. He looked away as the boy pulled out, feeling the reaction in Chloe. Clark was a big guy and even using just a fraction of his strength she would be sore. “You can throw that out in the bathroom and get cleaned up a little.”
Hiding behind the sheet until he got his boxers on, the younger man ran a palm over his girlfriend's leg and smiled down at her. “I'll be right back, Chlo'.”
She rolled onto her back once he was gone, flinching as she moved her lower half.
“Turn on your left side. It helps.”
“You didn't lose your virginity quite the way I did,” she argued halfheartedly, doing as he said. “Don't tell him. He'll think this isn't normal.”
Lex shook his head soberly. “I won't, but if you don't feel better soon go to the doctor. You might have a tear. That kind of stuff happens your first time out. Here.”
He held out a bottle of water and two painkillers but she shook her head. “My hands are ...”
Feeding her the pills, her lower lip brushed solidly over his hand. He watched the swollen red curve drag over his skin and took a long blink. The erection he'd been ignoring jolted. He gave her the bottle and took one for himself.
“I'm going to leave you two alone, but I don't think Clark has to worry about hurting you. It's obvious he cares very much and he's used to controlling his powers when he touches you. All the same, give yourself a few days to recover.”
It should bother her that the sheet was covering her up to the knees but she probably couldn't be bothered to reach for it. Lex had seen everything. She bit him as she came. Her hands practically broke one of his. For much of the sex she had been staring into his eyes as he reassured her.
It was just so wrenching to leave her to Clark as if that was how it should be.
“Thank you, Lex. I know this was strange.”
“That's how you know Clark Kent is your friend. Remind him to drink some water. I don't think he'll be sore the way you are, but if he notices any irritation you'll want to switch to a hypoallergenic condom.”
He stood up while she was looking automatically toward the bathroom door. Lex turned away to hide the tent in his pants and pulled the sheet over her. His forced smile dropped and he contemplated his future.
It wasn't the first time he had envied Clark, but it was certainly the most vivid and justified one.
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