Chloe's pencil paused above the notebook paper for the fifth time, her ears perking at a particularly loud groan. Cheeks flushing and having to shift uncomfortably, her mind once again wandered away from the Algebra set before her, all kinds of interesting images floating through her over-active mind.

This wasn't what she'd had planned for a Thursday afternoon.

Originally, she had been wanting to plop down in front of the TV, do her homework with Lana, maybe chat a little over some left over Ben & Jerry's, masturbate in the shower to relax, catch up on SG-1's doings as MIA* and then go to bed.

But when a very frustrated Clark had approached her in confidence in the Torch office during lunch, she'd had her plans drastically changed.

"Chloe, can we talk for a minute?" Clark had asked, earnest green eyes glittering with...something. She hadn't been able to name the emotion at the time and she still wasn't really sure if she'd been correct to assume it was sexual frustration.

"Sure, Clark; you know you can always talk to me," she'd told him with a bright smile, feeling worried almost immediately. He hadn't been this serious in a while, not since he'd come out to her and told her about him and Lex. "Did something happen between you and Lex?" She asked, her heart dropping at the thought; she hadn't really fancied herself a romantic until she'd seen her two friends together after they'd GOTTEN together. It had been around that time when she'd started reading Jack/Daniel slash.

"No!" Clark hastened to assure, blushing a little. "No...It’s just-" he hesitated, glancing at the door, looking nervous. "We're uh..." He cleared his throat and she grinned a little.

"Doing it?" She offered, trying not to smirk in amusement as his face flushed further.

"Yeah..." he trailed off, blushing further. "We uh... we keep getting..." he blushed some more and Chloe was a little surprised. Clearly, Clark wasn't a virgin. Yet he was blushing like one. "We keep getting interrupted by my parents or his assistant or Pete or... just about everybody. Except you and you know about us so we, or I anyway, were hoping that you'd help us out a little?" It was more a question than a statement and her eyebrows, which had been rising through the entire stammered admission, finally found a home at her hair line.

"How exactly am I supposed to help?" she asked slowly, trying not to laugh at her best friend. He was so cute when he got flustered and embarrassed. Her heart had skipped a beat, that familiar pang of her crush sinking a little in her stomach.

"Well..." he shifted uncomfortably, his face a bright fire engine red that probably could have heated an entire city for a year. "We were planning on trying something out and my parents are going to be in Metropolis this afternoon for some convention or something and I was hoping you could keep watch?"

Once silence had finally fallen, his run-on sentence seeming to span and echo in the other-wise empty room, she had to think about it.

Clark was her best friend. He confided in her about almost everything (there were still some things he wouldn't share), and sometimes Lex had come to her for advice about Clark. She trusted them both. And they both were obviously in pain with a serious case of blue balls, if what Clark said was true. But could she stand just inside hearing range and listen to them go at it?

Suddenly, the image of them together on the couch in the loft, Clark's jeans around his ankles, knees spread wide with Lex between them, buried balls-deep in the teenager's ass pervaded in her minds eye. Chloe flushed, having to swallow and pray to god that Clark didn't notice her sudden state.

"I'll understand if you say no," he'd told her after a long silence and she'd shaken herself, her cheeks reddening a little more.

"No, I'll do it. I mean, what are friends for?" she'd asked, just a tad breathless. After a quick hug, a 'thank you Chloe, you're the best', Clark was gone and she'd immediately skipped the rest of lunch hour, spending it in the girls bathroom and getting reacquainted with her right hand.

When she'd arrived that afternoon, she'd had just enough time to catch a quick glance of Clark and Lex going up to the loft, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in the older man's hands, both of them looking not a little needy.

So, here she was, just inside the barn, using one of the bales of hay as a seat, trying to do her homework and not cream her panties further as yet another moan split the spring air. Her skin flushed and feeling hyper-sensitive, she finally gave up on doing her homework, setting aside the thick text and notebook.

How could she concentrate when all she could see, in her mind's eye, was Clark chained to a post with a blindfold hiding lust-filled green eyes as Lex did sexy, naughty things to his body?

//Ugh... I've been reading WAY too much Slash fiction...// She paused at that thought, grinning a little impishly, finally glad for the distraction her thoughts were making.

//No, you can never have too much Slash,// she mentally quoted someone from a message board.

Heavy breathing and moaning split her thoughts in half and she swallowed down a moan of her own, feeling her own sex tingling with the need for attention.

But before she could even think of unbuttoning the top of her jeans and giving herself a little relief from the sexual tension, the sound of a truck pulling up had her frantically scrambling to the doors of the barn. Her eyes widened, her face paled, and every single sexual thought that'd been running through her mind disappeared as two familiar figures got out of an all-too familiar truck.

The Kents were home early.

Shit.

"Guys!" She half-yelled shutting the barn door firmly, feeling suddenly shaky and nervous. Multiple expletives were issued and panted groans followed. "Guys, now would be a good time to come and get dressed!" Chloe yelled urgently, still watching outside through a grimy window. Outside, coming from the house, was Jonathan Kent, looking a little confused.

Not caring that the two were probably indecent, the blonde reporter scrambled up the stairs, her heart pounding in panic.

"GUYS! Mr. Kent is coming out to the barn!"

"Shit!!" Clark's voice was clearly panicked and there was the sound of hurried steps, curses and some scrambling. When the other teenager came to the top of the stairs, she was unsurprised to find both naked as the day they were born, flaccid cocks hanging a little as Lex frantically searched for something. She probably would have blushed and been all hot and bothered had she not been so panicked.

"Shit...Shit...SHIT!" Lex cursed, his hands shaking as he searched through a large pile of clothing, blue eyes wide. "I can't find the keys!" He yelped, going to look around where Clark was handcuffed to a post. Both teens paled and Clark tugged against the cuffs in panic.

"You handcuffed your boyfriend to a post and you misplaced the KEYS?!" Chloe snapped, her eyes rather large in her pale face. After a moment of floundering uncertainly, the blonde joined in the search for the elusive keys, knowing time was of the essance.

This was life or death 'cause if they didn't find those keys and if Lex and Clark didn't get dressed before-

"Clark? You in here?"

Mr. Kent's voice sounded slightly confused and all three froze, paling even more until each was their own shade of ghost-white.

//We're doomed. We are so screwed. I hope Pete and Lana come to our funerals... Too bad I'm a virgin- Wait...//

Inspiration struck the blonde suddenly and she pushed Lex to hide behind a pile of hay, while shucking her jacket, shoes and t-shirt, stumbling a little. At the wide eyed look she received she waved them off, her face still rather pale.

"Play along," she hissed, unbuttoning her jeans and going over to the pile of clothing and grabbing Clark's t-shirt. After mussing her own hair, praying that she looked believable, she stumbled over to the railing.

//I have to be believable... okay, think of something embarrassing...//

Almost immediately, her cheeks flushed when she remembered when her dad had caught her reading a particularly steamy fanfic with her hand down the front of her pajama pants.

"M-Mr. Kent!" She squeaked, looking down at him. The blond farmer paused, looking up at her, confusion clear on his face.

"Chloe?" He asked, squinting at her, causing her to fidget. "Where's Clark?"

"Uh...yeah...um... Clark's a little...um...indisposed at the moment," she offered, feeling her face heat up at what she was implying. He frowned deeply at her.

"Chloe-"

"Don't worry, Mr. Kent... we were...er...safe," she squeaked, swallowing and offering an embarrassed grin, her face feeling like it was on fire.

"As soon as Clark is...able... I want you two to come to the house for a little talk," he told her sternly and while she felt a little guilty, she was glad he didn't notice the fact that she was lying through her teeth.

"A-alright Mr. Kent," she agreed and, reluctantly, he walked out of the barn, shooting her one more confused look. Holding her breath, she waited a few seconds before she was sure he was gone.

"You two owe me BIG!" Chloe hissed at the two stunned young men, still flushed with embarrassment.

"For that performance you just gave, I'll give you your own chocolate company," Lex breathed, shaking a little with relief.

"I hope you're ready to live up to that," Chloe grumbled, looking around on the floor, her eyes narrowed.

"Chloe?" At Clark's cautious call, the blonde looked up and was rewarded with a blinding, thankful grin. "Thanks."

She grinned back, her cheeks heating a little again. "You’re welcome.  Now, let's find those keys."

End