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Title: Détente (part 2)
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Length: 1059 words
Spoilers: post-series, AU after "Promise" SV 6x16
Warnings: het, slash, femslash, threesome/foursome, angst
Disclaimer: Not mine, seriously. All belongs to Al & Miles, WB/CW and DC Comics.
Summary: Lana and Chloe go to Paris. Lex and Clark follow.
Lex had his head between Lana's legs while Lana, on the floor, leaned back against the couch, bucked. Outside a dog barked and boots skidded down the pavement. Chloe could hear the clink of plates from the café, the windows wide open.
"So do you think we can try?" Clark said from behind, breath against her ear, hands spanning her waist.
Chloe arched back up against him. "Okay," she said, "but go slow."
"Fingers first?" He brushed her ass, hesitant. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Just do this for a while," she said, moving one of his hands down to her pussy, rubbing her clit against it. "Warm me up to the idea." God, she shouldn't have to tell him.
"Don't freak, Chloe, please." He started to pull away. "It's a stupid idea. I'm stupid..."
Chloe grabbed his hand, rubbed harder, kept him there. "Just reach back and get the stuff, Clark. You're going in, mister, so buck up."
"Oh God," he said, his cock riding her crack. His thumb rubbed her clit while the tips of his fingers went in and out, just wet times eleven, all scared and turned on and talk about a rush.
If she could just get him to talk dirty, say the words 'fuck' and 'cock' and 'ass' with lots of little 'Chloe's dropped in for flavor, she'd come into next week and not come down for a year. One 'God' was about as good as she was going to get.
"Clark, what do you think you're doing?" Lex said, walking over from the couch. He crouched down in front of Chloe as if his mechanic asked him to check out the engine in his Ferrari.
Clark stilled behind her, put his forehead against her shoulder. "Lex...not now," he said.
Chloe looked at him, but his eyes were focused on Clark. "We've got it covered, Lex. Shoo!"
Finally looking at her, he said, "Maybe I should just let the blind lead the blind." He smiled. "Trauma builds character, they say." He paused, leaned down, sucked a nipple, kneaded the other breast. "But what kind of man would I be then?"
"Hey, it's my ass," Chloe said.
"So it is." He moved further down. "But this is my tongue." Moving Clark's hand away, he dragged his tongue across her clit. "Clark might need both hands for this."
"Lex, I don't need your help. I've done it to you often enough."
"Three times hardly makes you an expert, Clark," he said, voice muffled but moving up.
"What...what are you doing?" she said as he moved against her, mouth along her neck.
"As much as I'd like the close-up," he whispered, "I'll take the bird's eye view."
And with one thrust, he was in. "Both of us, Chloe. This isn't your private time."
"Lex..." Clark said, gripping her shoulders. "Be an asshole some other time."
Ignoring him, Lex thrust again. "Tell him it's okay, Chloe. Tell him you still want it."
And Clark was still there, cock hard against her ass. "It's okay, Clark...I'm a big girl."
"Just...just tell me to stop," he said, the tip pushing in, big and slick.
"It's okay..." she said again, leaning against him, Lex pushing her back.
"Slow...go slow..." Lex said. And Clark groaned, gripping, pushing in further until she was fuller than she'd ever been, anywhere, anytime. Burned with a good fire, burning.
"You love it, don't you?" Lex said. "Fuck..." No names. He could have been talking to her or Clark. Both. One hand worked her clit. Hard.
"Chloe...Oh God, Chloe..." Clark said into her hair.
She rose and fell. Rose and fell again and didn't come down, only held by four hands, two cocks. Monkey in the middle and she didn't care, didn't care.
"Filthy...fuck...dirty..." Lex said, eyes glazing. "Do it...feel you..."
Clark turned her head to the side, kissed her, whimpered. Chloe splayed across him, wide open and full.
"Close...you're close...feel you...always knew...always..." Lex said, pushing her back further, as if could push through her.
"Filthy, filthy boy!" Lex said as he came. And Clark stilled, thrust once, almost not careful, and came too.
"Good?" he whispered behind her as Lex pulled out, stood, and walked away.
"Yeah, good," she said, floating down. He pulled out slow, held her. Just great, Clark, wonderful. Yeah. Shit.
He whispered again. "Thank you. You're amazing."
"Hey, you too," she whispered back.
Lex, somewhere near, laughed. "Don't mention it," he said.
And oh God, Lana...
Chloe sat up and saw Lana still leaning against the couch, looking at her. Going over to her, she said, "Hon, are you okay? You could have..."
"No, no I couldn't," she said, blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"I'll make it up to you later," Chloe said, opening the blanket and curling up next to her. "Promise."
"There's nothing to make up. It's all part of the arrangement."
"I know but..."
"Chloe, I'm fine."
"Okay," she said. "If you say so."
Lex found his scotch, downed it, looked at the two of them. "Don't the two of you make the picture?"
Clark, rising from the floor said, "Lex, it's getting late. I'm sure they're tired. We should go."
"Our separate ways, of course," Lex said, making no effort to retrieve his clothes from the chair where he had neatly folded them earlier. "As always."
"Those are the..."
"Rules. Yes, Clark. I'm well aware." He poured himself another scotch, went over to the window. "Beautiful night."
Lex was a pure shit, a manipulative shit. She knew this. But the way Clark looked at him, hesitated, mouth open, looking for the perfect words that never came to him, not where Lex was concerned, she said, "We've got extra blankets, pillows. We'll do café au laits in the morning, okay?"
She stood, yawned. "Come on, hon, let's go to bed."
Lana stood too. "Good night, Lex. Clark. See you in the morning"
After she and Lana had brushed their teeth, settled in, she heard low murmurs from the living room. Waited for the argument that never came. Eventually, silence.
God, the look on Lex's face was so worth the headache of having him there in the morning.
He owed her one. And he better remember that.