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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Smallville
  Relationship:
      Clark_Kent/Lana_Lang
  Character:
      Clark_Kent, Lana_Lang, Chloe_Sullivan
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, handjob, Vaginal_Fingering, Clark_is_17, Lana_is_17
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-06-09 Words: 3061
****** Starlight ******
by the_rogue_bitch
Summary
     A surprising encounter on a hot summer night.
Notes
     This is listed as "underage" although Clark and Lana are probably
     about 17.
The hottest night of the summer had driven Clark to attempt sleep on a blanket
out by the cornfield. He lay spread-eagle on his quilt, clad only in primary
blue boxers, hoping for a whisper of a breeze on his skin.
So far there was none, and even the ground held in the day’s heat like an oven,
so Clark lay there limply and sweltered. At least he could see an infinity of
stars overhead. Pinpricks of light hovered over him in a curtain, seeming so
close he felt he could reach out and touch them. Where had Krypton been?
Clark’s eyes drifted closed. He couldn’t tell if he’d slept or entered a heat-
induced altered state when he snapped awake. What had woken him?
Rustling, when there was no wind to rustle anything.
Clark leaned up on his elbows. Lana emerged from a row of cornstalks, stepping
as delicately as a fawn into a glade. She was dressed in a tank and shorts
pajama set.
“Lana? What are you doing here?”
“It’s too hot to sleep. I decided to go for a walk and ended up – here. Can
join you?”
“Oh yeah, sure!” Clark scooched over on his quilt to make room.
“Thanks.” Lana smiled and Clark’s heart did that little flip-and-twist inside
him that happened whenever Lana approved of something he did. He grinned
goofily.
“So, what are we doing?” she asked, as if she’d just happened to come across
him at any social venue and *not* nearly-naked in his backyard.
“Looking at the stars. Not sleeping.”
Lana lay back on the blanket. “Wow. It’s almost like they’re right overhead.”
She reached out her hand as if to touch them, then drew it back.
“Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing.” He lay back down, too, trying not
to be overwhelmed. He was lying on a blanket! With Lana! And they were in their
pajamas! Suddenly it wasn’t just the weather that made Clark so hot. He felt
himself grow semi-hard.
“Hmm.” Continued Lana, “If I squinch my eyes up, maybe I can pretend it’s frost
on a window and fool myself into thinking it’s Fall.” She squinted her eyes and
wrinkled up her nose adorably in the process.
“But then, in the Fall, you’ll be complaining that it’s cold.” Clark pointed
out.
“Most likely. I guess I should just live in the moment. Especially when it’s
such a nice moment.” Lana opened her eyes, turned her head, and looked directly
at Clark. He was captured – as always – by her luminous gaze.
“Lana,” Clark breathed.
She rolled on her side and faced him. He swore he could feel her body heat
along his length. Sweat trickled down his scalp.
“I think you need to do that more, Clark,” Lana kept on. “Live in the moment.”
Clark’s agreement was given an assist by his sudden raging hard-on. He would’ve
lived anywhere if it meant Lana being with him in this exact way.
“As moments go, this is at the top,” said Clark. “But it could get better.”
Lana leaned her head on her hand and raised an eyebrow at him in a ‘go on’
gesture.
Clark rolled onto his side, too, fitting himself against Lana, and kissed her.
She was sweaty and tasted of salt, and her hair was like matted strands of silk
against his hand. Her mouth opened under his and he tasted toothpaste as her
tongue slid over his, winding around and around it. She hooked her thigh over
his hip and pulled Clark closer in, her arm going around his waist. Clark’s
cock pressed against Lana’s pubic bone, and he could feel her damp heat through
her shorts. She undulated against him and Clark moaned into her mouth.
Air became an issue, and they broke the kiss, panting.
“You’re right,” Lana agreed, “that definitely did improve the moment.” She
smiled at him, eyes liquid and radiant in the starlight. Her skin was sheened
with sweat. Clark’s attention was drawn by the peaks of Lana’s nipples under
her tank top. She looked down to see what he was staring at, then looked back
up at him, amused by his transfixion. In one stupefying movement, she stripped
the top off. Clark was stunned.
“It’s okay, Clark.” she said. “You can touch me. I want you to.” Lana picked up
one of his hands and cupped it around her breast. It was a perfect fit.
Clark stroked his thumb down the slope of her breast, astonished at the texture
of Lana’s skin. She was so lush and soft, her skin dusky and pearly in the
ambient light. Sweat created running droplets on her chest and Clark wanted a
taste. He leaned in and licked the valley of her sternum, next to his thumb.
Lana gasped, and he felt her hands in his hair. Clark moved his palm across her
nipple in circles, feeling it peak and harden. He rubbed his cheek along her
damp breast as he took the nipple in his mouth. He sucked gently, trying to get
a sense of what Lana would like most.
Lana stroked Clark’s hair down to his ear, ran her thumb around the edge. Clark
flicked his tongue over her nipple and was rewarded with another gasp, Lana’s
hips jumping, and her hand tightening on his head.
So Clark did it again. Fast and sharp across the little nub, which was by now
small and hard as a pebble. Again and again, until Lana’s gasps had a bit of a
whine and her back was arched to Clark.
He stopped and turned his attention to the other breast, nuzzling it and
licking the sweat away as he admired the darkness of the nipple before taking
it into his mouth. He gave it the same treatment while his free hand toyed with
her, flicking his thumb across the wetness he’d caused.
“Clark, Clark, enough, stop please,” begged Lana. Reluctantly, he did as she
asked, and was pulled up for a slippery kiss. Her legs twined around his and
she rubbed herself against his cock.
Clark startled, broke the kiss. “Lana, I –“
“Hush, Clark. We’re living in the moment, remember?”
Clark looked into Lana’s ageless and certain eyes. She nodded slowly. Clark
closed his eyes and swallowed, thought about how to let go. He felt Lana’s hand
tracing the sweaty musculature of his chest. Without opening his eyes, he took
her hand, kissed the palm, and brought it down his front to where his cock had
escaped the fly of his boxers. He put her hand around it, squeezed once, and
let go.
He opened his eyes to see that Lana had a look of satisfaction on her face. She
made a fist with him at the center, touching him lightly on all sides, and
watched his face as she pumped her hand.
Clark shivered, reflexively thrusting himself into her hand. He was leaning up
on his forearms over Lana. He thought of garbage, corpses, granny panties.
Anything to stave off the possibility of his coming just yet. His arms shook
with the superhuman effort. Sweat trickled down his spine and his nose and his
chin. Lana giggled as drops fell on her chest. Then she took her hand off Clark
and shimmied down his length.
“Lana, what -- ?” Clark felt her fingers slide under the waistband of his
shorts, a tug, somewhat uncomfortable rearrangement of his cock and then.
OH.
GOD.
Lana’s mouth, sucking him in. Lana’s hands, gently holding his balls. He was
too big to fit all the way in her mouth, so she held the head of his cock and
played her tongue over the tip, along the sides, licking the slit, flicking
along the crown.
Clark hyperventilated. Whatever masturbatory fantasies of Lana he’d had paled
in comparison to this experience. He held completely still, afraid that one
false move would have him exploding into Lana’s mouth.
Lana stopped. “Clark?” her voice sounded small. “Don’t you like what I’m
doing?”
“Yes.” his voice was strangled.
“You’re not moving very much…”
“I’m worried I might uh…”
“Don’t you want to?”
“Yes!”
“I want you to Clark.” Said Lana as she licked the side of his cock, making him
jump and groan. “I want you in my mouth. Let it happen.”
Clark was only too happy to comply – he was running out of unerotic things to
distract himself with.
“Could you – hold it while you’re sucking? Please?”
“So polite,” Lana murmured, a smile in her voice. She put Clark’s cock back in
her mouth slowly, so slowly, while wrapping her hand around him at the base.
“Ah -- !” moaned Clark, feeling Lana pump her hand up until it reached her
mouth, then bringing both up to the head. Clark, braced on his forearms and his
knees, felt sweat running off his ribcage, tremors starting in his muscles. He
tried to follow Lana’s progress, up, then down, plunging her mouth and hand as
far down as they could go on him. Clark felt his control disintegrating. His
arms shook and he leaned forward to rest his forehead on the quilt, flexing his
back so Lana would have better access. She wrapped her free arm around Clark’s
ass. And what was that she was doing? Was she – was that – humming?
“Oh God, Lana, I’m going to – I’m – Lana!”
Clark’s mental train completely leaped its track and he felt as if his entire
body was flying apart as his hips bucked, thrusting into Lana’s mouth. He
remembered enough to collapse to the side, before he grayed out.
He felt Lana lie next to him and drew her to his chest with one arm. When more
of his brain functions came back online, he looked down at her. In the
starlight, her lips looked full and ruddy and she was licking the corner of her
mouth.
“Did you -- ?” Clark started. “Did you swallow?”
“Mmyes,” murmured Lana seeming pleased. “Kiss me.”
Clark was fascinated by the mixture of tastes – traces of his come, mild and
sweet, and Lana’s own hot mouth.
While they kissed, Clark ran his hand down Lana’s sweaty body until he reached
her shorts. They were damp with sweat.
“Take these off.” Clark demanded, feeling brave. Lana lifted her hips off the
ground so Clark could slide the shorts down for her to kick off.
Clark looked at her, captivated by the flat plane of her stomach, the
protrusions of her hipbones, the shadowy curls clustering over her pubic area.
His fingers were at the edge of that border, just touching the hair. Lana
tilted her hips slightly, pushing herself closer to Clark. “Please, Clark,” she
whispered.
He moved his fingers through her damp curls until he reached the top of her
slit. Watching Lana’s face, Clark probed, fingertips skimming the outer area
and tracing flesh.
Lana’s eyes were closed, her lips parted. As Clark explored, she inhaled
sharply once, raising her hips. Clark slid his fingers further down until he
encountered her opening. He brushed his fingers past it, feeling terribly shy
and unprepared for this. Lana took a breath that sounded like a sob, saying,
“Inside me, Clark. I need your fingers inside.”
Clark slid his index finger into Lana’s mysterious depths. It was wet and
slippery and hot and…
Lana cried out and thrust herself further onto Clark.
“You feel amazing,” whispered Clark kissing Lana’s cheek.
“Yes, I do.” Lana replied, looking up at Clark. “Want me to show you what to
do?”
“Yes.” Clark said with such relish, (and no small amount of relief), that Lana
giggled again. She reached down and slid his finger out of her. She moved his
hand upward. “This is the outer labia. This is the hood,” Clark felt flesh like
petals under his fingertips. “And this,” Lana put his fingers on a hot little
button, “is my clitoris.”
“This is the spot?” Clark pressed gently. Lana moaned, rubbing against him.
“Right there, yes.” Lana breathlessly agreed. Clark circled her clitoris, then
moved his fingers to her opening again, getting them wet, then spread the
wetness upwards. Lana’s hips tossed, her head tossed, eyes closed, hands
pressed against Clark’s chest. Sweat streaked her face, running down her cheeks
like tears. Around them, the humid air was filled with the mysterious scent of
arousal, musky and a little sweet. Clark felt wrapped in it. He looked at
Lana’s face as he explored and experimented with her pleasure. He wanted to
taste her the way she’d tasted him. He scrambled downwards, roughly withdrawing
his fingers from inside her.
“Ow!” Lana exclaimed. “Clark, what are you doing?” She looked down at him in
consternation, brows drawn together.
“Sorry, sorry,” Clark gasped. “I did that wrong.” He settled himself on his
elbows between her spread thighs. “I wanted to return the favor.” He traced the
outline of Lana’s navel with the tip of his tongue, eliciting a pleased noise
from above. He nuzzled around the top of her curls, entranced by their smoky
scent. His tongue slipped further down, encountering the hood, a pointy petal
of skin covering real treasure.
Clark’s tongue skimmed past it for the moment, seeking even lower. The
fascinating taste of Lana, smoky and salty, intensified as he approached her
opening. It was so wet down there. Clark tasted Lana with broad strokes of his
tongue, following Lana’s movements as she bucked her hips.
He slid his tongue inside. She gave a screaming kind of gasp, then collapsed.
Clark was fascinated by the texture inside of her – bumps and ridges, all were
massaged by his questing tongue as he reveled in her taste. Lana lay flat on
her back, moaning softly. Then Clark felt Lana’s hands in his hair, pulling his
head up, repositioning his mouth over her clitoris. “Right. There.” she said
distinctly, and Clark grinned. Trust Lana to be as focused here as she was in
the rest of her life. He passed his tongue across the hood, feeling the tight
nub under it.
“Yes.” Her hand snaked down to Clark’s wrist. “Fingers inside.” Clark inserted
his index and middle fingers into her warmth. He swirled his tongue around
Lana’s clitoris and stroked his fingers against her walls (which seemed to
Clark to be the erotic equivalent of patting your head and rubbing your tummy,
only on someone else while they were having an epileptic seizure) and tried to
maintain some kind of rhythm.
Lana rocked herself onto Clark’s fingers, then up against his tongue. Clark
curled his tongue hard against Lana’s clitoris and she cried out “Yes, Clark!
There! There!” So he kept doing it, as her hips moved her faster against him.
She grabbed Clark’s hair and held his head where she wanted it and raised her
pelvis skyward. She froze, and for a split-second Clark was afraid he was doing
everything wrong.
Then Lana shoved herself as far down Clark’s fingers as she could, repeatedly
clamping down, as she cried out wordlessly. Clark kept on, riding her thrusting
with his mouth until she subsided under him, murmuring “Stop, stop,” in a weak
voice.
Clark took his mouth off Lana, full of her taste, his face damp with her
lubrication. He gently pulled his fingers from inside her. She sighed softly.
Clark squirmed up next to Lana and dropped down next to her on his back. The
hot night closed in around them as he listened to Lana’s breathing. He brought
his hand up to his mouth, pressed his fingers against his lips. They were
sticky and pungent, and he put them in his mouth to taste them.
Lana took a deep breath, then rolled on her side to look at Clark. She was
glowing with sweat and looked smugly content. “Thank you.” she murmured. She
took his hand and rested her cheek on the palm. Clark brought his face to hers
and they kissed, much more slowly this time.
“I taste like you, and you taste delicious.” Clark whispered in her ear. She
pressed close to him, face in his chest, pubic thatch held against his
quiescent cock, then released him.
Lying again on his back, he reached for her hand. Fingers entwined, they stared
up at the stars as the night brought its heat down on them like a hammer.
**
A sudden rush of wind in the corn jerked Clark awake. The sky was lightening,
showing a sullen grey mass of clouds. He was alone. Thunder boomed overhead and
a torrent of rain sheeted down on him. It was *cold*. Clark leapt up to run
inside, quilt wrapped around his waist.
In his room, Clark wondered if he’d dreamed his encounter with Lana the night
before. Two things convinced him otherwise.
One was that he was naked. He had no idea where his boxers were.
The second thing was that he had Lana’s smell all over him. In his mouth, on
his chest, especially on his hand. When he stepped into the shower, the mist
around him smelled briefly of her until it was replaced by the smell of soap.
**
He didn’t have the opportunity to see Lana until the farmer’s market a few days
later. She came sauntering up to the Kent’s farm stand with Chloe.
“Lana, Chloe, hi.” he said, darting a glance at Lana. Her smile was as it
always was – open and happy. Nothing extra. Clark’s heart sank. So it wasn’t
anything to her. Just an isolated encounter on a hot night. Meaningless.
“How about that starlight the other night?” Lana asked, jerking him out of his
miserable reverie.
“Uh, starlight?” he stammered, barely realizing he’d been thrown a line. “Oh,
yeah. It was incredible. Really special. Unforgettable actually.”
Chloe looked back and forth between the two, waiting for continuity to assert
itself.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Lana smiled, wrinkling up her nose. Clark smiled back, big
doofus grin taking over his face.
“I hear it’s supposed to get hot again soon.” Continued Lana. “I hate those
nights when it’s too hot to sleep.”
“Me too.” Clark replied. “But it’s when the starlight’s best.”
“That’s true.” Lana agreed. “See you around, Clark.” She slipped her arm
through Chloe’s and sauntered away. Chloe’s voice floated back to Clark. “What
was *that* all about?”
Clark couldn’t stop grinning.
The next hot and still night, Clark got his boxers back with interest, ending
up with them *and* Lana’s panties, too.
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