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(18+) Celebrations (Part 1?)

Jimmy Olsen x f!Reader x Clark Kent

Word Count: ~6,796

Summary: Clark and Jimmy both find you baffling. They also both think you're a pretty hot piece. You want to go out to celebrate your new promotion, so they go. Clark is generally conflicted

Warnings: It’s probably bad idk, nsfw, no actual sex, but mentions of sex, plus drinking, weed, some suggestive elements, NOT proofread we die like henry cavill superman, other grammar aside the tense switches deserve their own warning bc I'm sure there's a million of them sorry, also everyone is at least a little ooc, especially Clark I think, but he actually calls out in the story that he's acting ooc so yeah, Reader is just that hot ig, naive!Clark I would say, everyone is bisexual, some voyeurism, heavy yearning, I think that's all but lmk if I forgot something

Story Notes: Reader is a web designer for the Daily Planet (idk if they need one of those but shhh), who has befriended Clark, Jimmy, and Lois. All the events of the movie have (pretty much) happened. Clark and Lois dated and are broken up but it's cool. Reader is also very touchy (not in a sensitive way, in a "probably an inappropriate amount of physical contact with coworkers" way). This is kind of intended to be an introduction to a series (that would probably be more nsfw than this) but we'll see what happens idk.

A/N: I'm not at all convinced that this is good, in fact I'm pretty sure it's actively not very good. But I wrote it and it's too long to leave in my drafts. I haven't written a real fic in forever, so that was pretty cool. Anyway, uh, I hope you enjoy. Even if you don't, consider lying to me so I feel good. But either way this is mostly self indulgent ngl, so whatever. Sorry again for grammar & formatting issues, I do feel bad about those just not bad enough to actually fix them. As always, comments (even just in the tags) are always ultra appreciated!!!!! Thanks for reading <3

“Hey, pretty boy,” Your voice is aggravated, if affectionate, as you walk into the room. Clark registers this and instantly turns not to you but to Jimmy, assuming you’re referring to him. He’s who you usually use that tone with, anyway,

Jimmy seems to have the same thought because he straightens up, raising an eyebrow in your direction.

But instead, Clark is suddenly aware of your presence at his desk, standing right over him. He looks up, confused, forehead wrinkling as he points to himself and asks, “Me?”

You roll your eyes at him, voice soft in spite of your scoff, “No shit. Did you finish that article yet?”

He is genuinely baffled for a moment, sneaking a glance over at Jimmy, who looks a little disappointed that you weren’t in fact looking at him before he catches Clark’s eye and shoots him a grin. Clark realizes he hasn’t answered you as your foot taps impatiently, and he blinks before saying, dumbly, “Which article?”

You huff, and he can’t tell if you’re just teasing or just irritated or both. You sound like you’re laughing at him, almost, but the bark of your voice holds no real vitriol, “Millions embezzled from that homeless shelter? Ring any bells? Or have you had more exciting things going on?”

Clark ignores that he can hear Jimmy stifling a laugh. He does feel a little foolish because he really did know that was the one you were talking about, but your way of speaking never failed to confound him.

“Working on it now. It’s almost done.”

“How close is almost?” You lean on his desk, a whine creeping into your tone, “Perry wants it done by end of day tomorrow, and that means I’m hoping to get it done by end of day today.”

You managed a section of the Daily Planet’s website, a job that you had not been entirely qualified for when you’d gotten it, but you had exceeded all expectations, proving yourself an asset in the relatively short time you’d been here. Clark knew you were hoping to get more to manage, so you were working like crazy to show Perry that you had more than a handle on your current responsibilities. Clark liked you, and he liked when you confided in him, so he hoped that you got what you wanted, but he also hoped that it would make you a little more relaxed on the journalists’ timelines if you had a broader swath to handle.

“Pretty close, I think. Isn’t there any prep work you can do for it before I finish?”

“Pretty boy number two,” You nodded at Jimmy, voice that mix of fond and irritated once more, “Already gave me pictures. I already formatted, put in some temporary headings, all it needs is the actual article and a look over. Can you make end of day? Or a little before, preferably? I’ll owe you big time.”

He glanced at his screen before nodding, eyes flicking up to you, “I can do it within the next hour or so, actually.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squealed, throwing yourself at him, and he froze until he fully processed that it was a hug.

“It’s uh, not an issue,” He stammered, bringing one hand up to cautiously pat your shoulder.

“Don’t minimize this,” You scolded, not yet releasing him, face pressed against his, “You’re my hero. This one’s really gonna impress him, I can feel it, and then we’re all going out to celebrate. The Rainbow, maybe, I haven’t been clubbing in a while. And then whatever y’all want after that.”

“I think you’re exaggerating a little,” Clark smiled against your hair, really leaning in for just a moment, “But you know I’m happy to help you.”

You finally pulled away, smiling triumphantly and with no hint of awkwardness or embarrassment at your physical affection. Instead you tucked a hair that you had ruffled behind his ear, “I’m not. I obviously couldn’t do this without you. Thank you, I appreciate you, I’ll leave you alone now so you can finish.”

You turned, took about three steps, and then paused and turned back. This time your eyes were locked on Jimmy, and you bounded over to lean across his desk and murmur something to him. Clark tried and failed to not notice the way you looked bent over Jimmy’s desk like that. Then he tried and failed to not listen to what you were saying. Your voice was sarcastic, almost harsh, but the words didn’t match it and there was an undercurrent of teasing, “Don’t worry, you’re also my hero. I’ll make sure to thank you too.”

Stretching just a bit further over the desk, you reached a hand out and ruffled Jimmy’s hair. Then you laughed, turned on your heel, and actually left.

Clark considered acting like he hadn’t been paying attention to their interaction, but Jimmy rolled his chair up next to him, leaning close to ask, “Do you have any idea how to read her?”

“It’s impossible,” Clark shook his head, “Her tone never matches what she’s saying.”

He wished that he didn’t know Jimmy had gotten a semi from the interaction, but he was viscerally aware of his friend’s blood redistributing away from his cock. He let himself wonder, briefly, what it had looked like from Jimmy’s side, how the tight shirt you were wearing had looked with you bent practically all the way forward, and then he scolded himself for his thoughts. Inappropriate and perverted and not how he was raised to think.

Clearing his throat, Clark couldn’t help but ask, “Have you guys…y’know?”

“No,” Jimmy sounded frustrated, hot breath hitting Clark’s face as he huffed, “And I can’t figure out if she wants to or not.”

“Do you want to?” Clark can’t figure out why he’s asking these questions, or why the look in Jimmy’s eyes is making the breath almost catch in his throat, or why his heartbeat is still so fast as Jimmy bites his lip.

Thoughtfully, the smaller man replies, “Way more than I usually do. But I’m starting to think she likes you.”

“Me?” Clark sputters. He can’t help himself, feeling his face heat up at the thought, “No way. She always seems, uh, into you.”

“Not always,” Jimmy grumbled, “I didn’t get a hug for my pictures. And did you know she made out with Lois? So being coworkers clearly isn’t the issue.”

“What? When? Where?” Clark sputters again, working very hard not to imagine that.

“They went to some concert together a few weeks ago, and I guess got carried away with the music. One of the interns told me about it. You didn’t hear?”

He’d heard about the concert. In fact, Lois had bought one of the tickets for him, before they had decided to take a break from seeing each other. They were still friends, no ill will between them, but he had asked if there was someone else she might want to take to the concert since he didn’t want anything to be awkward. She had jokingly said that he was a poser anyway, and that she had someone else she could bring, and that had been that. He hadn’t known that the “someone else” had been you. Logically, he knew that there was no reason that he needed to know that. But he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from imagining it again.

“No,” He said finally, “I hadn’t heard about that.”

Jimmy chuckled a little, “I really can’t tell if you’re disappointed or excited by that.”

“Neither,” Clark said, not caring whether or not it was a lie.

“Sure,” Jimmy didn’t sound like he believed him, bumping their shoulders together affectionately before he asked, “Do you like her?”

Clark wants to ask which one. Instead, he does his best to sound scathing, “What are we, nine?” It comes out sounding more defensive, and he knows it.

Jimmy just nods sagely, giving Clark’s wrist a squeeze that’s more comforting than it should be before he rolls back to his own desk, then casually adds, “If we wanna be her heroes, you’d better get that thing written.”

He gets back to work.

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Clark has no real interest in going to a club, but your infectious excitement when you told him your section got expanded had been enough to get him to agree. He had also never heard of this place, wondering if The Rainbow was new. He didn't exactly frequent the clubs of Metropolis, so he really had no idea. He had tried to find out, asking Jimmy if he had ever been there.

Jimmy just gave him a very strange look and didn’t respond.

So Clark came with no real expectations. It looked more or less like any of the other clubs Clark had been to, although that wasn't all that many. The bright, colorful lights flash rhythmically along with the pounding of the music.

He had to swing by and stop a bank robbery before he arrived, putting him just late enough that he assured the group they should go in without him and he would meet them there. So he waited in line alone, taking in the building and the crowd. When he made it inside, he saw a bar to one side, a currently unused stage to the other, and in the middle was a large dance floor. At the center of the floor crowded a huge group of people, a whirling hurricane of bodies focused on something he couldn't see right away.

He was used to seeing Jimmy surrounded by women. When he comes further into the room to see that Jimmy is in the midst of the group, it isn’t particularly surprising. What he’s not used to, although he can’t tell if it’s really surprising to him or not, is to see so many men mixed into the throng, or to see that you are also in the eye of the storm. At the bar, Lois raises a glass to him, and he hurries over to her. She’s settled just so a gap through to the two are clearly visible, face unreadable as she watches. Clark finds himself imaging her kissing you for just a moment before he blinks it out of his mind. “Hey,” She gives him a smile, “How you doing?” Clark shrugs noncommittally, “It’s loud in here.” Lois shoots him a sympathetic look, “She says she doesn’t want to stay super long. Mentioned that we should come over to her place later.” “Buy you a drink?” A man to his left asks, and it takes until Lois nudges him for Clark to realize the man is speaking to him.

“Oh,” He clears his throat, “Oh, thank you, but I’m okay.”

The man glances in the direction of you and Jimmy and then back to Clark, an easy smile on his face, “Oh, I see. I get it, I just had to try.” Clark starts to speak up, clarify that you’re his friends, but thinks better of it and just smiles back at the man, who moves a little further down the bar. Lois laughs, voice teasing, “How did you not see that coming? You’re catnip in a place like this.”

“A club?”

Lois raises an eyebrow and the name suddenly strikes Clark as he looks around, frankly embarrassed that it hadn’t even occurred to him. He knows he sounds a little sheepish as he replies, “Okay, yeah, that’s my bad.”

She laughs again, not unkindly, “I’m sorry. I assumed you knew.”

“It’s fine,” He laughs too, "Not my best investigative work, but whatever."

The two of them stand in comfortable silence, and Clark wonders if it’s weird of him to be standing in a gay club with his ex girlfriend staring at two of his best friend, but Lois is watching them too and anyway, weirder things happen to Clark every day.

You two were standing almost back to back when he first saw you, but it seems that people do slip in between, grinding on you or Jimmy or both before slipping back into the crowd. In fact everything seems like all this, people cycling through the crowd that has grown, taking opportunities to dance, and some making out sloppily, drunkenly, with y'all. Jimmy is faring just as well, and the crowd doesn't seem to discriminate which of you they go with, so Clark watches as many of the people move from one of you to the other. Your faces are smeared with glitter and your hair ruffled, and it makes you look nicer than he would’ve expected.

Clark can't remember if he's ever seen men throw themselves at Jimmy the way that women always do. It's not that it doesn't make sense, it's more that it does make sense, and so Clark wonders why the thought has never occurred to him. It definitely follows though, especially tonight and in this setting and this group, that everyone is attracted to Jimmy at some point. His best friend is charismatic, earnestly charming even on his worst days. Some kind of quirk to his character that makes even his most irritating traits feel endearing in a way that easily leads to outright appealing.

But tonight, Jimmy is magnetic in a way that Clark can't describe. He's not even really doing anything, barely moving enough to call it dancing, but his body is still so animated that Clark can almost see his energy rolling off in waves. He is not moving enough to dance, but there was no way anyone would ever describe him as truly still. He has a dopey grin on his face, but a confident gleam in his eye that makes everything he does just seem...right.

“She’s pretty hot, right?” Lois says out of nowhere, and Clark snaps his attention over to her.

“What?” Lois sounds perfectly casual, as though this is the type of thing that the two of them usually talk about, “Come on. She’s hot, isn’t she?”

Clark doesn’t want to answer, instead watching the way the lights glint off the glitter on your face, your broad smile mesmerizing in a way he’s not used to from anyone but Jimmy. You’re also not really dancing, more swaying and allowing yourself to be moved by the ever shifting current of people, but there’s an electricity emanating from you that, yes, is pretty hot.

Lois is still looking at him expectantly when he tears his gaze off of you, and he shrugs in a way that he hopes seems casual, “She’s very pretty, of course.” Lois scoffs “Sure. Anyway, their chemistry is crazy, right? I feel like half the people in here want to jump their bones together.” She wasn’t wrong, that definitely was what the energy in the room felt like. Clark nodded, and before he could stop himself he asked, “Do you think they’re, y’know, going to…”

Lois shrugs this time, pitching her voice lower because she knows that he’ll hear it, “She’s worried about that. Says she likes him too much for a fling, and she doesn’t want to start something real with a guy who might just get bored of her in a few weeks. Especially a guy that she works with.” “She told you all that?” He asks, and then adds, “I don’t think he’d get bored of her. I’ve never seen Jimmy look at a girl like he does at her.” “I know. I think neither of them are used to actually wanting to be with someone, so they just aren’t bothering to even try.”

“I didn’t know you guys talked so much,” Clark says, still trying to keep his voice casual.

She smiles, “We’ve gotten closer recently.”

“I’ve heard.”

Lois laughs, takes a drink, and looks up at him, “We are just friends. Doesn’t make her not hot, though.”

Clark nods like the idea of that makes perfect sense to him, and then the two fell back into their comfortable, if voyeuristic, silence. Jimmy reaches up and behind him with one hand and tangles his fingers in your hair, tugging you gently so that you lean back enough that you can look into each other’s faces as Jimmy says something to you. Clark thinks it’s a very brazen move, but you two both laugh like it’s a totally normal way for him to get your attention. You take a cup from Jimmy’s hand and then turn to the bar. Clark sees your face light up when you see him, and he smiles back at you as you patiently pick your way through the crowd. When you finally get to him you launch yourself into a hug with enough force that he lifts you off the ground for a moment.

“You made it,” You beam up at him, then signal to the bartender. “Of course,” He ignores the sting in his chest at the idea that he would’ve bailed on you, “We’re celebrating.”

You smile like you’d forgotten that was what you were here for, and then ask, eyes sparkling, “How strong are you?”

He pauses, looks at your earnest face, and shrugs, “Uh, relatively?”

“I think you’re being modest,” You giggle, reaching out to touch his bicep briefly, “You seem really strong. You think you could lift me up and set me on this stool? I hate these super high ones, I always feel like I’m on a jungle gym when I’m just trying to sit.” He pauses for a moment, thinks he should probably say no, and then shrugs. They’re here to celebrate you, after all, and you seem inebriated enough to ask such a favor but not inebriated enough for it to be uncomfortable. Really, this isn’t that out of the wheelhouse for you. Even when your tone makes it hard to tell your mood, your propensity for physical touch never fails to indicate your feelings. His hands fall to your waist, and he tries to make it seem like it takes a little effort to lift you but forgets until it’s a bit late for that anyway. You throw your head back in another delighted laugh, gripping onto his arms now. He lets his hands linger on your hips, in the interest of steadying you on the seat and certainly for no other reason than that. “Thank you,” You squeeze his arm affectionately before you let go, “That was fun. I might make you do that more often.” He just laughs, but then he feels a prickle on the back of his head and turns to see Jimmy watching him. The smaller man’s got a man behind him and a woman in front, both unfairly attractive and gyrating like their lives depend on it, but he barely seems to notice them. His expression is passive, almost neutral, but Clark can see the envy that his friend tries to hide. He wonders if Jimmy has had to deal with envy over a partner before. He finds himself embarrassed at this and turns back to you to see that you’ve gotten some kind of shot and are downing it. You order a refill of whatever Jimmy had and then turn back to Clark expectantly, like you know he has a question for you.

He tries to think of a delicate way to word it, then simply says what he’s thinking, “Are you trying to make him jealous?” Your brow furrows for a moment and then look behind you at where Jimmy is no longer looking at the two of you directly, although his glances over are not incredibly subtle. Face softening, you pat his arm, “I’m trying to have a fun night out. I like you a lot, Clark, I’m not trying to use you for anything, I’m trying to spend time with people I care about.” “You might tell him that.”

Your voice stays soft, a sweet smile on your face, “Truth be told, I would be perfectly happy to make him jealous. I think his ego could take the hit and be just fine. I’m just not going out of my way to do that. Don’t need to.” He’s not sure exactly what’s going on in your brain, but he figures he doesn’t really need to. Anyway you’re right, even if Jimmy is jealous it shouldn’t wound him too much. He nods, “Okay. I was just…just making sure. Do your thing, I guess.”

You laugh, and as usual it’s a little hard to tell if you’re laughing at him or with him, but then you touch his face gently for a moment, eyes flashing something genuine, “I am delighted to know you, Clark Kent.”

He stumbles on his response, unsure of what to say. For once he knows exactly what you mean and it makes him feel good in a way he hadn’t entirely expected. You laugh again, and this time it does sound a little more like it’s at him (although he doesn’t mind), and then ask, “Do a shot with me? Lois?”

Lois has been hovering, bobbing her head to the music and probably listening to the conversation, but she agrees instantly. You order three before Clark can actually respond, but he shrugs and downs it with you anyway. It won’t inebriate him, but the sharp sting of it going down is pleasant in an unpleasant way, and feels more in the spirit of being at the club. Jimmy’s refill comes, and you look up at Clark expectantly. His hands settle on your waist once more and he lifts you, conscious once again of the feeling of Jimmy’s eyes on you. You giggle more, then ask, “You wanna dance?”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m not really…”

“You don’t have to be good at it. That was Lois’s excuse,” You roll your eyes, “You don’t have to though. Just don’t want you to get bored.”

“I’ll be okay,” He promises, “Lois is good company.”

“That she is. We won’t be here forever, don’t worry.” You grab Jimmy’s drink and back into the crowd for a moment before resurfacing next to him. He’s kissing yet another pretty girl, and you wait until they pull apart before handing him his drink and pulling her into a kiss of your own. He sees you and Jimmy smile at each other, and then you’re back to back, fully pressed against each other, with your seemingly endless adoring fans circling both of you once more.

“She might just have chemistry with everyone,” Lois says.

He turns to her, unsure of himself, “Did you think that we had chemistry?”

She rolled her eyes at him, “Don’t act like you’re stupid, we both know you’re not.”

Then they struck up an unrelated conversation, although their eyes never strayed far from the two of you. When you’re ready to leave, the four of you duck outside the club, and he feels relieved at the cool rush of air and the way that everything gets quieter, almost muted. You invite them all back to your place, and they all agree. “I’m starving a little bit, and there’s a good pizza place nearby, but I should probably go make sure my apartment is presentable.”

“I can pick it up,” Clark offers, and you beam at him in response. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not,” He smiles back. “I’ll meet you all there,” Lois says, “I’ve got to pick something up on my way.”

You sent them all your address and grinned, promising to see them soon.

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When Clark arrived at your apartment, pizza in hand, he felt very good. This was certainly more his speed, and he was excited to indulge your desire to spend time with your friends. When he arrived however, he froze on the spot at what he heard through the door. Unmistakably, he could hear you and Jimmy making out inside.

Clark stood still, shocked, listening to the heavy breathing and the wet collision of your mouths. And then, unbidden, he was looking through the door at the two of you leaned against the back of your couch. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. This was not something that he did, ever, couldn’t even remember the last time that he had used his X-Ray vision for selfish reasons. He knew that this was wrong, and he needed to stop.

He didn’t. Instead he watched as Jimmy trailed kisses down your neck, listened as you made a soft, but high pitched whine, and as Jimmy let out a sort of groaning half sigh in appreciative response. You were backed up against your couch, Jimmy crowded against you. His hands gripped tightly to your hips, possessively, and yours tangled in his hair and then cradled his jaw as he moved up to press his lips to yours again. You were grinding against each other, and alongside the sound of your heavy breathing he could hear the fabrics of your pants rubbing against each other. Your hand slid down to his chest…

And then Clark heard the sound of the stairwell door opening, and he snapped his head over to see Lois entering the hallway. He blinked rapidly, trying to regulate his breathing and rationalize his loss of self control. He felt perverted in a way that he didn’t know he could even feel. This was not Superman worthy behavior, certainly, and he didn’t think it was Clark Kent worthy behavior either. He tried to brush aside his ethical dilemma as Lois asked him, “What’s up?”

“Saw you weren’t far behind me, thought I’d wait for you,” He smiled at her. “Thanks,” For a moment some flash of uncertainty, maybe of suspicion, had flashed across her face. But then it cleared itself and she smiled back at him.

Clark knocked on the door, hard, listening to your hushed giggles and the sound of you both straightening out your clothes, and then you opened the door looking totally like usual and Clark pretended none of the past few minutes had happened.

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You sat on ground, even though it was your apartment and there was plenty of room on the couch. Instead you put Jimmy on the couch and sat between his legs, in a way that Clark would normally brush off as you being overly physically affectionate. The pizza had been good, and Lois had brought cupcakes from a bakery you liked, and the conversation flowed like it was all totally normal. Lois said something about celebrity crushes, and you held up one finger. You had stopped talking, biting your tongue in concentration as you rolled a joint. When you finished you looked up, smiling, “Can I admit to the most basic celebrity crush in the world? And can someone hand me a lighter?”

Lois nodded to your question, and Clark grabbed a lighter off the end table and passed it to you wordlessly. You paused again, lighting up and taking a deep drag before saying simply, “Superman.”

“I mean, yeah, that’s a pretty obvious one,” Jimmy said.

Clark reeled for a moment. You extended your hand with the joint to him, but he waved you off. You chuckled, “You know you don’t have to be a good boy all the time, right?”

But you didn’t press him any further, passing it to Lois instead. She looked at it appraisingly for a moment before taking it, but Clark thought it seemed like she knew what she was doing with it. He’d never actually tried marijuana, and was a little curious what it would feel like to smoke, but he didn’t feel like it was worth it since it wouldn’t actually inebriate him.

Anyway, he was still distracted, asking slowly “Wait. Like you…like Superman?” Lois hummed to herself while you and Jimmy nodded fervently. Then you chuckled, “Well, I probably wouldn’t use the word like. I mean, I do like him, obviously. But I more meant that I’d like to fuck him.” “Wait,” Clark said again, shocked, “You’re telling me you want to have sex with Superman?”

Lois laughed out loud, and he shot her a glare as you and Jimmy looked at each other. You shrugged like it was the most natural thing in the world, “Everyone does, dude.” “Jimmy?” Clark asked, barely breathing. Lois had passed the joint to Jimmy, who was mid drag when Clark asked. He started to laugh and then choked for a moment, clearing his throat before he answered, “Dude, everyone does.”

“Not everyone,” Clark insisted, feeling himself begin to blush. You shook your head, “Everyone. Would’ve been a way easier way to deal with the Lex Luthor problem.” Lois laughed again, “Do you think you could pull Superman?”

Resting your head in your hand like you were genuinely deep in thought, you hmmed for a moment before you answered, "You know what? I really think I could. I'm even bold enough to say I would if I had the chance. In fact? I think all of us have pretty good chances."

The joint had made its way back around to Jimmy. He snorted, took a deep hit, and then, "When I met him I bet he had no idea that I was holding back my superpower."

All three laughed, murmuring in agreement, before Lois said, "Would you try, Olsen?"

"Haven't decided yet. How hard is it?" He asked.

Lois almost choked, face paling, "What? I have no idea what you mean."

Jimmy smirked, "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say. Anyway, I really don't know. In theory? Of course. But he's obviously a little intimidating."

"I wouldn't be intimidated," You declared, a salacious smile on your face, "I'd climb that man like a tree. Besides, I bet he needs it."

"Needs it?" Clark asked, knowing he'd probably regret it.

You shrugged, "I admire his desire for truth, justice, and a better tomorrow. I respect it a lot. But as long as that guy has a sex drive, I'm pretty sure he's got a neglected sex drive."

"What if he doesn't have one?" Lois asked.

"Well then this situation is all hypothetical. I'm saying if he does, I think it'd be easier than you'd think to land him. Maybe it depends on the person. But I think I could do it."

Clark found his mouth gaping open, and hoped none of you were paying attention as he snapped his jaw shut.

"I bet he's a generous lover," Jimmy said, and then did a double take like he had surprised himself, "I'm sorry, I'm a little fucked up right now."

You sat up on your knees and turned to face Jimmy, resting your arms on his legs as you nodded enthusiastically, "No, no, I think you're totally right."

Clark did his best not to let his mouth fall open again.

Lois spoke up, still laughing to herself as she stood from her chair, "I need to head out, I think."

"What?" There was disappointment in your eyes, but you kept your tone light and joking, "You don't think that he's a generous lover?"

"It's unrelated to the conversation," Lois assured, pulling her purse onto her shoulder, and then suddenly almost to the door, "I just have things to do tomorrow. Don't stop because of me. You guys have fun. I certainly have."

You were up on your feet in a flash, across the room and murmuring to her, "It means so much to me to have you here. Thanks for coming."

She smiled at you, more broadly than she usually smiled at anyone, "Thanks for having me. Have fun, seriously."

You blew her a kiss as she left, then turned back to Clark and Jimmy, "Well, that's a bummer. You guys aren't leaving yet, are you?"

"Well I," Clark started, and then he saw the look on your face and relented, "Not yet. I can hang out a little while longer."

You grinned, then looked at Jimmy hopefully. He just nodded, but that seemed enough for you. You crossed the room quickly, throwing yourself onto the middle spot of the couch, between the two of them. Fully reclining onto Jimmy's lap, your legs stretched out over Clark's, you sat like this was the most natural, comfortable position in the world.

"I'm so glad you guys are here," Your voice was dreamy, a little distant, "I'm so glad we went to The Rainbow, I'm so glad I got to have y'all to my place, and I'm so, so glad that we're talking about fucking Superman."

"You guys are talking about that," Clark corrected.

"I think you could land him too," You said, as if that was an answer to a question he had asked, "That farm boy charm would get you there with him, I think."

Jimmy hummed in agreement. You handed him a new joint, seemingly out of nowhere. He lit it, then smiled lazily at Clark, "You're too hard on yourself, man. You could totally bed Superman, you just have to be confident. One of these interviews, man."

Clark spoke slowly, clearly, feeling a little like he was going crazy, "I have no interest in having sex with Superman."

You patted his arm reassuringly, "We'll be right here when you finally realize that you totally do."

He didn't bother arguing, just chuckled. When he glanced over at you he saw that you had your mouth opened wide. Jimmy took a long draw off the blunt and then leaned down over you, breathing the smoke into your mouth. When he pulled back, the two of you made eye contact for just a few seconds, but long enough to make Clark feel like he was intruding on an intimate moment. You breathed the smoke back into Jimmy's face, chuckling as his nose scrunched in response.

Clark felt his heartbeat quicken, a response that he didn't totally understand. You made eye contact with him, then giggled sheepishly, "Sorry. Uh, what else? I bet Superman is kinda freaky. Right?"

Clark wished he wasn't reacting the way that he was. He wished he could think of a change in the conversation. He wished he wasn't so curious about what you two had to say, "Why do you think that?"

"I'm sure sex with anyone who has superpowers goes pretty crazy," Jimmy looked at Clark, his wide, honest eyes portraying something, although Clark wasn't sure what.

"True. But some in particular. Strength, obviously a win. Sure his stamina is great. But think about the possibilities that come with X-Ray vision," You mused.

Clark actually stops breathing, staring at you, certain that you know and that you're teasing him or something.

But he can't see any trace of it in your eyes, can see nothing but genuine thoughtfulness and affection.

Jimmy whistles, "Yeah, fair point. That could be cool. I don't know man, he's fucking Superman. I don't think there's a way you're gonna really lose out there."

Nodding, you stretched out, catlike, and then your eyes drifted shut. Yawning, your voice was softer than usual, "I want to keep going, but I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little sleepy."

“Yeah? You want us to head out soon?” Clark asks.

“No,” You yawn again, “My heroes.”

Clark and Jimmy both say something in response, but it's lost to you as your breath almost instantly evens out and deepens.

"Is she fucking asleep?" Jimmy asks, looking down at you.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," Clark pushes his glasses up, taking in all of your features, "That's...impressive?"

"Something like that," Jimmy mumbles, looking over to Clark. That expression is back in his eyes, one Clark still can't read, but his voice is clearly gentle, "I'm glad you're here. You make everything feel, I don't know, more real. More grounded."

He tries not to be too taken aback by this, clearing his throat, "Thank you, Jimmy,” then he cracks a smile, “You uh, you definitely sound like you’re pretty messed up, buddy.”

Jimmy laughs, hard, and then his voice goes quiet and he asks, “Do you…You never told me the other day. Do you like her?” Clark takes a moment to look at your sleeping face, to run his eyes over where Jimmy’s hand has started absently stroking your hair, down to your legs stretched across his own lap. Then he shrugs, “Everyone does, right? Heck, apparently she could even bed Superman.” Smiling, Jimmy nods. He seems more satisfied by this answer than Clark had expected him to be. Then he leans a little over to Clark, voice lowering although you’re out like a light, “She let me kiss her.”

For a second, Clark is tempted to say that he knows that. Instead he says, “It seemed like it might be going there.”

“No, this was different. I mean, maybe it wasn’t. Maybe we were both just fucked up and full of adrenaline and she’ll regret it in the morning. But it was different for me,” He breathed out slowly, “Is this weird for me to talk about with you?”

Clark honestly isn't sure if it's weird or not. But he reaches over, grasps Jimmy's hand that isn't in your hair, and squeezes it, "You can talk to me about anything, Jimmy. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks, Clark," Jimmy's dopey smile came back, a haze in his eyes telling Clark that he was getting tired too, "You really are a good guy."

He feels a pit of guilt in his stomach. He liked to think he was a good guy, of course, but the way he had behaved tonight, and over the last couple days, made him wish he could confess his superpowers just so he can apologize for misusing them.

Finally, he just smiles at his friend, "So do you believe me now that she likes you?"

"Still not certain. But I'm starting to feel a little more confident, I'll admit."

Clark wonders if he could tell Jimmy what Lois had told him, but worried it was supposed to be a secret. Instead, he said, "I didn't know you had such strong feelings about Superman."

Jimmy's ears tinged with pink, "What can I say? I like a hero."

"We're heroes, apparently," He gestured to you.

Expression evening, Jimmy nodded, "That's true. That's why it's a good thing that she clearly likes heroes too."

They shared a laugh, and Clark suddenly realized that he was staring at the soft curve of Jimmy's lashes and the tired drooping of his face with a fascination he didn't know what to do about. It's just Jimmy, after all, and for all that Jimmy affects everyone, he shouldn't be making Clark feel the way that he was right then. He bites his lip, then says, "Maybe we should all hang out more often. If you don't mind a third wheel. And a fourth, if Lois comes."

"You're not a third wheel," Jimmy's voice gets serious, "Like I said, I'm always happy when you're here too."

"Always?" Clark asks, voice teasing.

Jimmy pauses in thought, then shrugs, "Pretty much. I'd even double-team Superman with you. Wouldn't bother me."

He groans, "I don't want to have sex with Superman!"

"You're the only one, but sure. Whatever you say, man."

There's a pause, not an uncomfortable one, and then Clark voices a worry he has, "I'm not trying to like, take her from you or anything. I don't want you to think I am."

Eyes closing, Jimmy shakes his head, "You can't even really take her, she's not actually mine."

"That's not the point, thought."

Their hands are still resting together, and Jimmy adjusts a little so he can squeeze Clark's as he speaks, "Obviously I want her. But if she wanted you, that would at least be better than her being with any other guy. Nothing has to be weird here, man."

Clark nods. Squeezes Jimmy's hand in return. He wishes he was drunk, or high, or something that could excuse the thoughts and feelings he's having. But sitting here with you and Jimmy is nice, and he lets it feel nice, and tries to forget about everything else.

They talk a little more, but Jimmy fades fast, falling asleep not long after, head tilting back and mouth wide open. This, at least, should look stupid, but he still just looks like Jimmy, and Clark can't bring himself to dislike that.

Clark thinks he should probably wake you up, or get up himself. He knows it wouldn't be that hard, that he could probably manage it without waking either of you if he really tried. Instead, he tells himself that he doesn't want to disturb you, and lets himself drift off to sleep too. One hand on your calf, the other still on Jimmy's hand, he finds that even though the couch is too low for him to sleep comfortably sitting up, he feels fully at peace.

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