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A Weekend in Lois Lane	By : Dandello2000 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Superman (All Movies) > Superman (All Movies) Views: 5679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You know, I didn’t believe you were going to go through with it,” Lois told Richard conversationally as she unwrapped the tray of sandwiches that she’d prepared earlier. She placed them on the kitchen island while Richard poured wine for the three of them.
Her fiancé sat down on one of the bar stools at the island and stuffed one of the sandwiches into his mouth. He grinned at her, not at all apologetic.
“And I certainly didn’t think there was any way that a boy from Smallville could ever go for something like this,” she continued, arranging her robe around her and settling onto her stool. She studied Clark who had been very quiet after… well, what had to have been one of the more mind-blowing experiences he’d ever had. Lois was sure he’d never even considered being a participant in an encounter like they’d just had. And he’d certainly never considered doing it with her and Richard.
Her skin still tingled from the experience and she knew it wouldn’t take much more than a suggestion and she would be willing to go again with either one or both of them on the kitchen floor.
She wasn’t normally this sex crazed. She and Richard had a fairly normal, routine sex life, given that both of them worked long hours and had a child to take care of. Richard had suggested they schedule time together for just themselves soon after Jason was born, thus Date Weekends were created. They went camping, traveled, shopped, made mad monkey sex with just enough kinkiness to keep it exciting. She rarely knew what Richard had planned for her, nor did Richard know what she had in mind when it was her turn to plan their weekend. It was a good system, a comfortable system.
Then Superman and Clark Kent came back into her life and things went spinning out of control.
“How tall do you think Clark is?” Richard had asked her only a few days after Clark had returned to the Daily Planet after a nearly six year absence.
“Six three, six four,” she had answered.
“Weight?”
Lois glanced at Clark standing nearby. “Two hundred, two twenty-five.”
“Black hair and blue eyes,” Richard commented. Lois had known where he was going with his questions. At one time or another, most people in the newsroom commented on the physical resemblance between Clark Kent and Superman. Then they would shake their heads and laugh at the notion as Clark gave them one of his goofy grins or tripped over his own feet.
Richard had laughed too, but there had been an uneasiness in his laugh, as though it was an idea that he couldn’t quite put aside. She hadn’t been able to put it aside either. During her pregnancy with Jason, she had dreams about making love to Clark and to Superman. Never both at once – the two men seemed to meld together in her mind. But they were both gone and the dreams finally stopped. She was happy with Richard.
Then both Clark and Superman returned and so did the dreams. Finally she realized and accepted what her subconscious had been trying to tell her those many years before. That Clark Kent, the shy man from Kansas, had a second job as an alien demigod. And now, here he was, naked except for a thin robe, eating sandwiches with her and her fiancé in her kitchen.
“Clark, are you okay?” she asked. He was playing with his sandwich instead of eating it.
“What gave me away?” he asked quietly.
“Too many coincidences,” Richard answered. “And the scar. You nodded when I asked if Luthor had done it.”
“Plus Jason outed you right after you came to visit after you escaped from the hospital. He asked me why ‘Mister Clark’ wore glasses in the office and didn’t when he was flying. It was like a light coming on. All the pieces had been there all the time and suddenly I knew what the picture was,” Lois said. She chuckled drily. “You’re very good, you know that. A building full of the snoopiest people in the world and it takes a five year-old all of five minutes to uncover the truth.”
“Misdirection and preconceptions,” Clark said, not looking her in the face. “Adults tend to be blinkered by them. Kids aren’t so much. Your original article on Superman implied he’d recently arrived on Earth. Misdirection. And everyone thinks that clothes don’t make the man. That Superman should be easy to spot even in street clothes. Who’s going to look twice at a guy raised in Kansas who stammers and trips over the pattern on the floor and wears off the rack suits that don’t quite fit right? Superman doesn’t hail from Kansas, doesn’t trip, and doesn’t wear off the rack suits.”
Lois was silent for a long moment as she sipped her wine.
“How angry are you?” Clark asked when the silence got too much.
She sighed, glancing over at Richard. He was studying his wine glass, twirling the stem between his slender fingers, obviously avoiding looking at either of them.
“I admit I was angry when Superman disappeared without a word and Clark took off when I needed him,” Lois said. “It took a long time, but I finally let it go and I thought I’d moved on. That’s why I wrote that article, to get you out of my system.”
“And now?”
She chuckled. “Now it’s a little more complicated. But then, I’ve never done anything the easy way.” She slipped off her stool and took the single step that brought her next to Clark’s leg. “I wasn’t joking when I asked if I could keep you.”
“I think people will talk,” Clark said. Lois caught a hint of a smile. It seemed he was finally coming to terms with what had happened downstairs, and what might be happening now. Coming to terms that she wasn't the same woman he’d walked away from to go on a fool’s errand nearly six years before.
“People have been talking ever since you got back,” Richard said. “They wonder when I’m going to get fed up with Lois’s infatuation with Superman, or if Clark is ever going to wise up to the fact that Lois is off the market.”
Lois had heard the snide remarks. The one’s she hadn’t overheard first-hand had been dutifully reported to her by James B. Olsen. She even knew of the rumors that Richard had taken up with her simply because of Superman. She was the ultimate fan-boy trophy – Superman’s girl friend. Whether it was true or not was irrelevant.
Lois gave Richard one of her brightest grins. “I vote we give them all something to talk about. We’ll have Clark move into the spare bedroom and we’ll tell everybody we’ve turned him into our sex slave and now we’re trolling for Superman.”
Richard had just taken a mouthful of wine from the glass that was still at his lips. He began to sputter, wine spewing and running down his chin as he tried to stop laughing and keep from choking at the same time. Lois didn’t need to look to know that Clark was blushing furiously. She could feel the heat coming off of him. She loved it when he blushed. It was just so… Clark.
She moved over to the sink and grabbed a towel for Richard – technically since she was still wearing the collar she was in submissive mode. Richard was the dominant one this weekend. Even his whims were supposed to be her commands while he was ‘master’. But Clark’s presence had changed the rules and new ones had yet to be agreed upon.
She wiped the wine from Richard’s chin and daubed the liquid from his chest and robe. Then she kissed him on the lips. Remembering Clark inside of her was getting her aroused again. She felt the moisture accumulating on her nether lips. “I’m so ready to go again…”
Richard unbuttoned her robe at her split and slipped his hand in, running his fingers over her pussy lips before sliding two fingers inside of her. After a moment he pulled his hand out and held it up for her to suck on. She knew he loved it when she was utterly sensual, utterly wanton. She licked her slickness from his fingers.
“You are a slut,” Richard stated.
“I’m your slut,” she reminded him.
He shook his head. “You’re his slut this weekend. I give you to him.”
She opened her mouth to protest then thought better of it. She had started this. In the heat of one of their recent arguments – she couldn’t even remember what they’d been fighting about except that it had been born of too many long hours at work and a lot of sexual frustration – she had told him ‘You’d just stand and watch if I brought another man home to fuck!’
His cool response had surprised her. ‘I get to choose who it is.’
‘You wouldn’t have the guts.’
‘We’ll just see, won’t we Lois?’
She’d been hoist on her own petard. He had taken up her challenge and now she had to live with it. Had Richard realized at the time that he had chosen the one man she might actually leave him for? Did he know how turned on she’d become when he removed her blindfold so she could see who it was thrusting into her secret parts, so she could watch Richard making love to him as he took his pleasure of her. Just thinking about it was sending the butterflies in her belly to a frenzied dance. ‘God help me but I don’t want to choose.’
Lois didn’t bother to button the part of her robe that Richard had undone. Instead she turned and stepped over to Clark, still seated on the kitchen stool. She slowly undid the rest of her buttons as she stood before him and let the silk drop to the floor. She heard Clark’s breath catch in his throat as she began to unbutton his robe, exposing his perfectly chiseled chest, his hard sculptured abs, his erection that was simply begging for her to attend to it. Richard had been so right: he was utterly, flawlessly, inhumanly gorgeous.
“How do you want me?” she asked, running her hands over his nearly hairless chest and belly.
“I… um,” Clark stammered. She pressed a finger to his lips then bent over and delicately licked the tip of his shaft. He smelled of forest and sea air and he tasted sweet, sweeter than Richard’s salty muskiness. Clark shuddered under the ministrations of her tongue. “Lois, what are…?”
“Shhh,” she whispered. “I didn’t get a chance to do this the last time.”
Lois cupped his balls with one hand and licked him like a popsicle. She positioned herself to be able to see his face and saw that his eyes had darkened with hunger, with desire.
She snaked her fingers across his length, then loosely made a fist circling his shaft. Clark’s breath became strained as she tightened the pressure on the underside and started moving her fingers upward. When she reached the tip she pulled down his foreskin and stretched it over his shaft. He gasped as her thumb pressed into the swollen ridge on the underside of his penis. “Watch,” she ordered, smiling knowingly at him. She closed the remaining distance and parted her lips, taking him in. She felt him throb and twitch as she fondled his balls. She shifted position to get access to his scrotum and licking the velvety skin there. He squirmed under her hands and mouth, his breath coming in gasps. It was exhilarating to control him this way. She literally had Superman by the balls.
“Lo-is,” he breathed.
He was so ready. A drop of pre-come exuded from the tip and she lapped it up like a cat. Then she straightened up and kissed him on the mouth again, sharing his own flavor with him. Behind her she could hear the slap of Richard’s hand on his thigh as he masturbated and watched her taking Clark.
Lois stood, placed her hands on Clark’s shoulders and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He held her thighs and steadied her as she settled down onto him, feeling his hardness fill her up once again. She sighed at the toe curling waves of ecstasy that rolled through her body.
The slapping sound had stopped. Then she felt hands on her ass, parting her cheeks. She felt the familiar cold slickness of Richard squirting lube up her ass before he entered her as well. She saw Clark’s eyes widen as he realized what was happening. He could feel Richard’s penis sliding into her, penetrating her.
Lois began to kiss Clark again, their tongues dancing in timeless rhythm. Richard’s hands moved to her waist then upward to her breasts, caressing her, gently pinching, tweaking her nipples.
From the day she had realized that she loved Richard White – gentle, understanding, strong Richard who was a pilot and loved horror films – her private fantasy had been to be pleasured and to pleasure the two men she truly adored: Richard and Superman. But Superman had disappeared and her fantasy should have remained just that – until his miraculous return to Earth, and to her life.
Her fantasies paled in the face of reality. She lost herself in the hedonistic haze of pleasure, moaning as the two men fell into a rhythm of thrusting, impaling her with their engorged meat.
She tasted a change in Clark’s kisses first then she felt his member pulse inside her as he shuddered and gasped. A moment later she climaxed with a groan. Lost in her own orgasm, she wasn't sure if Richard came or not. At the moment she really didn’t care. She was sated. Lois felt Richard withdraw, felt Clark lift her off of him with easy strength. She felt bonelessly limp, unable and unwilling to move.
Her eyes closed as she sighed with satisfaction.
“I’ll just take her up to bed,” she heard Clark tell Richard. Clark was holding her close. She could hear his voice rumble in his chest, hear his heart beating slowly, evenly. His body was warm against her skin. Then a cold rush of wind against her skin was followed by the soft scent of her own bed, sheets and blankets being pulled up, a gentle kiss on her forehead. She felt utterly, thoroughly loved.
She roused herself just a moment. “Richard wants you too, Farm Boy,” she managed to say. She heard Clark chuckle before slumber finally captured her.
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“How is she?” Richard asked conversationally when Clark returned from putting Lois to bed. He swirled the amber liquid in the tumbler in his hand, listening to the ice clink as he stared out the French doors onto the back deck and the river. Metropolis glowed in the night.
“She was almost asleep before she hit the mattress,” Clark said, moving to stand beside him at the doors. The silk robe rustled faintly as he moved. Clark’s glasses were perched on his nose but the voice wasn’t quite the Clark Richard knew from the office. It was deeper, more authoritative, but not quite Superman either. “I hadn’t realized how exhausted she was,” Clark added. He sounded regretful, worried.
“She’s like Jason that way,” Richard said. “She runs on coffee and nerves for days when she’s hot on a story then simply crashes when the pressure comes off.”
“I remember,” Clark told him. “I used to be the one in charge of feeding her. I swear my rolodex had more take away restaurants in it than contacts. Sometimes she’d even remember to repay me.” He chuckled a little. “Got any more of that?” he asked, nodding to the glass in Richard’s hand.
“Lois told me you didn’t drink.”
“People change,” Clark responded. “Besides, drinking alone is…” He seemed to be searching for the right word. “Lonely... It’s too good a night to be drinking alone.”
Clark followed as Richard went to the kitchen for another glass. He poured a splash of the Bushmill’s into the glass and handed it to Clark then he poured a little more into his own glass.
Clark took a sip. “Nice.”
“I didn’t think you’d do it, you know,” Richard said, leaning against the kitchen counter. He watched his companion sip the liquor.
“Do what?” Clark asked.
“Show up, for one,” Richard said. He took a swallow of his drink. “Everyone at work thinks you’re an innocent, a lamb that Lois played along for kicks.”
“I may be inexperienced, but I’m hardly as innocent as I let people think,” Clark told him. “It’s hard to be innocent when you see so much, hear so much. An innocent can’t make the judgment calls I have to make every single day.”
“As Superman?” Richard asked.
“And as Clark. As journalists we’re always balancing the public’s right to know against the individual’s right to privacy. Who will our stories help and who will they hurt?” Clark said.
“I wanted to hate you when Lois finally told me who Jason’s father was,” Richard told him. The wine and liquor was getting to him. Normally he wasn’t quite so forthright; he had learned long before that diplomacy, even subterfuge, worked best with the newsroom’s prima donnas. But tonight…
“I wanted to, but I couldn’t,” Richard continued. “How can I hate the whole world’s number one fuckin’ hero?” The alcohol was definitely getting to him.
Clark chuckled. “A lot of people do… When I saw the photograph of you with Lois and Jason, and Jimmy told me she was engaged to you…” His tone turned solemn. “I wanted to hate you for having what I’d thrown away, for being the one she turned to, being the man she shared her bed with, the one she had a child with. But I couldn’t. You were the one who was there when I wasn’t. I forfeited any claim I ever had on her by leaving the way I did. But I really did want to hate you for that.”
Richard was intrigued almost in spite of himself. It had honestly never occurred to him that Clark may have had regrets about the whole situation with Lois. He had asked the other man to join them this weekend on a dare, a lark. It had seemed like a good idea at the time and a way to counter Lois’s renewed infatuation with Superman. He was certain Clark wouldn’t show up, that something more important would require Superman’s attention even though he hadn’t been certain at the time that Clark was Superman..
But Clark had shown up and watching the man making love to Lois had been more exciting, more erotic than he had imagined. It had almost been more than Richard could stand. The man was so damned beautiful. Now Richard wasn’t sure what he felt.
“I’m wondering if Lois’s suggestion wasn't so far-fetched after all,” Richard mused. “I mean, I know your suitcase is still in the storage room.”
“Between the clean-up and everything else, I haven’t had time to look. That’s assuming there’re any empty apartments available that I can afford,” Clark said.
“In that case, we do have an extra bedroom,” Richard said.
“People will talk,” Clark reminded him.
“To hell with them.” Richard reached over and ran a finger over the curve of Clark’s ear. “And just so you know, I wasn’t really joking when I said I’d let Lois watch while I made love to you.”
Clark didn’t say anything so he went on. “Back in college, I dated more men than women. In fact, Lois is the first woman who even kept my attention past a few dates. I think she’s a little surprised I haven’t strayed more often.” He took a mouthful of his drink and savored the burn as he contemplated the other man. Then he reached up and pulled Clark down into a kiss.
It began delicately, Richard’s tongue dancing over Clark’s lips then those lips parted, allowing him entrance. Clark’s breath was hot against his cheek as their tongues intertwined in a primal dance. Too soon, Clark pulled away, leaving Richard’s heart pounding.
“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” he asked.
“Lois,” Clark answered. “Um, just so you know, Kryptonian sexuality isn’t as hardwired as it is in humans. In fact, my natural parents were considered a bit perverted since they were openly and exclusively heterosexual and monogamous. On Krypton, it was expected that the youngsters would explore all aspects of their sexuality before becoming adults and setting it aside for intellectual pursuits.”
“And that means…?”
“According to Krypton’s cultural mores, I’m still a youngster. There are no rules.” Clark bent his head and captured Richard’s lips again.
“Oh God,” Richard murmured as Clark trailed hot kisses down his neck, unbuttoning the robe and pushing it off his shoulders. Warm hands caressed his chest, tweaked his nipples. Then a tongue circled one nipple as fingers played with the other. “Where did you learn that?” Richard asked, his voice catching in his throat.
“Lois.”
“Remind me to thank her for being such a good teacher,” Richard managed to gasp as warm lips and hands moved further down.
Richard recalled his first encounter with a man. He’d just graduated high school and was spending the night at his girl friend’s house before heading out to go camping for the weekend with her family. He’d been trying to get to sleep in the narrow guest bed when he heard the door open and someone enter. His first assumption had been that Angela had come to him. He felt the mattress sag beneath his visitor’s weight, but it didn’t smell like Angela. That was when he realized it was Angela’s older brother, Alex.
That night the hands on his body had been tentative, the kisses rough with day-old beard. But it had been thrilling in a way that being with Angela hadn’t been. Even the pain of losing his virginity to Alex had been overcome by the thrill, the unexpectedly intense pleasure of feeling a man inside him.
This time the hands were sure as they caressed him, the kisses smooth, the mouth and tongue eager to explore him. And they did explore him, intimately. He looked down to see Clark on his knees in front of him, eyes bright behind the thick lenses.
Richard was surprised to find he could still speak. “Have you any idea what you’re doing to me?”
Clark pulled his mouth away. “I can hear your heartbeat, see the glow of your skin flushing. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Clark kept one large hand on Richard’s jewels as he massaged his buttocks with the other.
“Don’t stop…”
Clark went back to delicately tonguing Richard’s shaft, nipping gently at his scrotum. He worked his way back to the tip and parted his lips, sucking him in, playing him like an instrument. Richard felt his climax building to its ultimate resolution. Clark pulled back until just the glans was in his mouth, his tongue playing with ridge on the underside.
Richard bucked as he erupted into Clark’s willing mouth. He took a shuddery breath and Clark sat back on his haunches looking up at him, looking for all the world like the cat that had the canary for lunch.
“I guess that answers the age old question, does Superman spit or swallow?” Richard managed to get out.
“Superman does neither,” Clark said quietly. “Clark on the other hand…”
“Do you always refer to yourself in the third person?”
Clark grinned, his smile lighting up the darkened room. “Drives my mom crazy.”
Richard eyed the clock on the stove, past midnight. “I think it’s time for bed.”
Clark gave him a puzzled, almost scandalized, look.
“To sleep, silly,” Richard said grinning. “Although I’m sure Lois won’t mind waking up to some morning delight…”
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