Accidentally in Love Chapter 10
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Story: Accidentally in Love
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Chloe/Jimmy, Lollie mentions of past Lexana & Clana
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, m/m sex
Spoilers: slight season 7
Summary: Oliver returns to Metropolis on business. Clark’s depressed over Lana’s death. An unexpected encounter leads them to a friends with benefits situation, neither willing to get into a real relationship.
Previous Chapters: Here
Chapter 10
Waking up in Oliver’s arms was an incredible feeling. The previous night had just been out of this world, Oliver taking him to heights he had never thought he’d reach. That man was really a Sex God.
The sun shone through the windows, highlighting Oliver’s figure, giving him an almost angelic glow. Clark was content just watching him sleep.
Just sex, Clark . . . don’t forget this. He hadn’t. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t afford to. For now though, he could almost pretend they were in an actual relationship and not just, as Oliver described it, “fuck buddies”.
Because despite the fact he didn’t want a relationship, wasn’t ready for one, he did remember the good parts about being in one.
Before he could lament and make a decision he knew he’d regret, Oliver stirred and brown eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times, adjusting to the light. Seeing Clark, he smiled warmly.
“Good morning,” Oliver said softly.
“Good morning,” Clark replied.
Oliver leaned in to meet Clark’s lips for a brief kiss. “Now it’s a good morning,” Oliver commented.
Clark grinned. “Unfortunately, I have to be taking off.”
“So soon?” Oliver questioned, tilting his head.
“Yeah,” Clark responded. “Kara’s expecting me and I know I’m going to be interrogated when I get home.”
“If you have to go,” Oliver said, sighing dramatically. Then a wicked glint appeared in his eyes. “First, of course, you should get freshened up. And have breakfast too. Then you can leave. You can use my shower and I have a spare toothbrush too.”
Clark raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to be joining me for that shower?”
“If you’re offering,” Oliver said, leering. “I must say though, it is a very good way to save water.”
“Come along, you,” Clark said, getting out of bed. “But don’t think I don’t see through your ways to keep me here longer.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Oliver said, following him to the bathroom. “You’re staying aren’t you?”
Clark smiled. He didn’t put up much of a fight, he knew that. But he really didn’t want to go. Besides, what was another hour or so?
It was three hours before he finally left. Even then, he really didn’t want to go and was tempted to just call Kara and say he’d catch up with her later.
When he was growing up, he had been taught that sex was for marriage or really serious relationships. The first time, with Lana, he hadn’t regretted it. It just felt right. He also didn’t have his abilities then so he wasn’t worried about hurting her, which was his biggest concern.
Both of them were virgins so they took it slow and it was nice. Back then, it had been amazing for him but now, all he could say was that it was nice.
His relationship with Oliver wasn’t serious nor were they married but the sex was incredible. That’s why he could only reflect on being with Lana as nice. Because once you had sex with Oliver Queen, everything else just seemed . . . mediocre.
Oliver made sex an art form and if he hadn’t proved his talent the previous night, he definitely did so in the shower . . . several times in the shower actually. And on the kitchen table . . . which required them to both take another shower.
If he was a normal human, he would’ve probably been exhausted. Thank God for Kryptonian stamina.
Where Oliver got his stamina, he had no idea. But he certainly didn’t question it. He ended up sticking around for lunch as well but then he really had to go. Clark realized that he had prolonged leaving long enough.
With one last kiss, he took off, heading back to Smallville. Upon arriving at the farm, he entered the loft, smiling when he saw that it was already occupied.
“Hello,” Kara greeted him, beaming. “It’s about time you showed up.”
“Yeah, I got a little delayed,” Clark explained and Kara let out a little giggle.
“I’m sure you did,” she said suggestively. Clark blushed.
“Kara!” he exclaimed.
“What?” Kara asked innocently. “You called me in the middle of the night from Oliver’s bedroom and don’t even try to protest because I could hear him in the background. And told me to lie for you to your two best friends. I have to get some teasing out of this.”
“I suppose,” Clark relented. “Thanks for covering for me, by the way.”
“You were right about them calling,” Kara stated. “Chloe called shortly after you did and she believed me when I said you were at the farm.” She smirked. “But let’s get back to you . . . what’s going on with you and Oliver and why can’t you tell Chloe? I was under the assumption she knew everything about your life.”
“I think you better sit,” Clark advised. Frowning slightly, she did as he asked. He took the seat next to her.
“Is everything all right?” she questioned, concern evident in her expression.
“Everything is . . . great,” he said honestly. “Never better. It’s just that this is difficult for me to say. I don’t want you to look at me differently and I’m afraid that after I tell you this, you will.”
“You’re my cousin,” Kara told him gently. “And I love you very much. Nothing you say will make me look at you differently.”
Taking a deep breath, he slowly told her about Oliver and his arrangement. Her assurance did not make his confession any easier.
When he finished his story, he looked at her nervously. She was a little shocked but she didn’t seem disgusted or disapproving.
“Is this what you want, Kal-El?” she wanted to know. “Are you happy?”
“Yes, I am,” he said confidently.
“As long as you’re happy, that’s all I care about,” Kara replied. “And if you don’t want me to tell anyone, I won’t.”
He smiled gratefully. “Thanks Kara. I appreciate it.”
She squeezed his hand. “I must say that I’m surprised. I never imagined you, of all people, to get into this kind of relationship.”
“It feels right,” Clark responded. “I want to be with him but I just can’t do a relationship right now. I don’t think Chloe would understand and Lois definitely can not find out about this.”
“They won’t hear it from me,” Kara promised.
For not the first time, he found himself grateful for his cousin’s presence in his life. She understood him like nobody ever had before. He missed his mother terribly at times but Kara was great at giving advice. For the first time, he didn’t feel alone and so separated from the rest of his world. No, now he had Kara and his life was definitely a lot better for it.
They spent most of the day together, just hanging out. After having dinner, Clark went back to his apartment. It felt good to get this out and tell someone. He hated keeping secrets and now that someone knew about Oliver and him, it took out some of the strain.
Part of the fun was sneaking around but he did want someone to talk about this with. Especially since this relationship wasn’t like any other he had ever been in. Kara didn’t have relationship experience but she knew him better than he knew himself so she would be a good sounding board when he had doubts.
Either way, he was just happy she was around.
Lois and Chloe were both in the apartment when he got back.
“Hello Smallville,” Lois said cheerfully. “’And where have you been all this time?”
Oh, I’ve been having sex with your ex, Lois. And how has your day been? “I thought Kara told you that I was at the farm,” Clark said.
“She did,” Chloe chipped in. “Lois is just being her usual self.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Lois demanded.
“You can be pretty nosy sometimes Lois,” Clark offered, “I assume that is what she meant.” She shot a glare his way and he just grinned.
“I am feeling serious lack of appreciation in this room,” Lois said pointedly.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Clark replied with a wicked grin. Lois mock pouted, sending Chloe and Clark into peals of laughter. A second later, Lois dropped the façade and joined them. They settled down and smiled at one another.
“So,” Chloe said, breaking the silence. “Anyone up for a movie?”
This sent the trio into an argument about what movie they should watch. Eventually they agreed on a few and made a night of it. Fortunately, none of them had really early morning classes the following morning.
Throughout the week, Clark felt more and more like James Bond. He was constantly sneaking off to meet Oliver . . . the man was like a drug and Clark admitted freely, at least to himself, that he was addicted.
4 out of the 5 weeknights he spent at Oliver’s. It was not easy. He would have to pretend that he was going to bed and then sneak out the window but return early enough to throw off suspicion. Clark had never felt more like a teenager.
Sometimes, he was honest and said he was hanging out with Oliver. Lois had accepted their friendship. She didn’t understand it at first but no longer did she question it.
The weekends were a little bit easier to manipulate because Lois was busy with Grant and Chloe usually had plans with Jimmy. Between spending time with their boyfriends and working at The Planet, they hardly noticed his disappearances. Kara was always willing to cover for him, on the occasional instances he worried about them getting suspicious.
The first two weeks passed by extremely quickly. Clark was surprised how time flew since he got together with Oliver. Being with Oliver made everything else in his life a lot easier. Because when he was with Oliver, he could just forget about the rest of the world, forget about his responsibilities and his destiny and just be himself.
Oliver didn’t expect anything from him and they had a good time together. At the same time, when he did need to talk, Oliver was there to listen. Clark really felt he could tell Oliver anything and the man wouldn’t judge him. Oliver seemed to trust him too and was willing to share his problems with Clark. He loved that he could get the blonde to open up like that.
That’s why come Friday night, he chose not to hang out with Chloe and Lois but instead spend time with Oliver. The blonde was only too happy to see him. They hung out for a bit but the evening led them to where they always ended up . . . in bed. Which Clark had absolutely no problem with.
Hours later, he was lying in bed with Oliver, sated but exhausted. Hearing Oliver climb out of bed and quietly exit the room, he smiled to himself. He knew the routine and had settled into it. They would have sex and then sometime around 11-11:30, Oliver would leave to go patrol the streets. Clark would wait until he left and then follow him, to keep an eye on him. But he would always make it back before Oliver and waited in bed.
If Oliver knew what he did, and he was pretty sure Oliver knew, he didn’t comment about it. That night was no different than the rest and Clark closed his eyes, relaxing in the luxurious bed. Once he heard footsteps, he relaxed. It may be silly for him to go around checking up on Oliver but ever since the incident with the gang, Clark wanted to make sure there wasn’t a repeat situation.
Clark felt the bed shift and Oliver joined him once again. He opened his eyes when he felt Oliver’s soft lips against his forehead.
He opened his eyes and smiled at the warm brown eyes gazing at him intently.
“Hey,” he said, faking a yawn. “How was patrol?”
“Like you don’t know,” Oliver teased. “I don’t know why we keep pretending I don’t know you’re following me and you don’t know that I know you’re following me.”
Clark blushed. “I’ll stop if you want me to.” No, I really won’t.
As if reading his mind, Oliver shook his head. “No you won’t. But I’m okay with that. It’s like I have my own personal guardian angel.”
“If you say so,” Clark said, secretly relieved that Oliver didn’t mind.
“I do say so,” Oliver agreed. Leaning forward, he captured Clark’s lips. “And I consider this particular topic closed.” A wicked glint appeared in his brown eyes. “I think we could be doing so much more useful things with our time than talking.”
“I agree,” Clark murmured and met Oliver’s lips again, pulling the blonde on top of him.
Thus ending the conversation for the rest of the night.
Saturday was a lazy day, neither man getting out of bed before ten. Clark was not used to staying in bed for so long. Growing up on a farm, he was used to waking up every day with the sun. But he figured once in a while, it wouldn’t hurt.
He left shortly after breakfast, just like usual, promising to call Oliver later. And just like every day, he made it back to the farm and snuck into his room.
That day was no different than any other. Lois and Chloe were around sporadically and he was impressed with himself for pulling the cloth over Chloe’s eyes. It was no easy task, that much was true.
Later in the evening, Clark made a call to Oliver, wanting to know if the blonde was interested in having dinner together. To his surprise, Oliver didn’t pick up his cell phone or the phone in his penthouse.
Clark frowned, giving up when the call went to the answering machine for the second time. When they spoke in the morning, Oliver didn’t mention having any plans.
But Clark brushed it off as nothing. Lois and Chloe came at the same time and he quickly made dinner plans with them. At the back of his mind, he was wondering where Oliver disappeared to.
Oliver Queen was bored. What did I do to deserve this? Sometime in the afternoon, he got a reminder from his secretary that he had an engagement that evening. Some corporate party that he RSVP’d for ages ago. Knowing it was impossible to bail, he called one of his model friends.
Veronica was beautiful and she was a lot of fun but he just wasn’t interested in her. He just called her because he couldn’t attend the party alone. Truth be told, he would rather be anywhere else and if he was honest with himself, he knew that he really wanted to be with Clark.
His date was chatting about something or the other but he wasn’t really paying attention. Somehow, he was making passable conversation.
I wish Clark was here. But he knew that it was an impossibility. Even bringing him here as a friend would stir headlines. That was not something he was willing to risk. Reporters would hound Clark and he knew how important staying out of the spotlight meant to the brunette.
Clark would be so much better company though. They would be laughing and he could make a joke about something stupid somebody said and Clark would laugh. Not to mention Clark would look gorgeous in a suit. He could just imagine it now, Clark in a dark form fitting suit, his hair slicked back . . . calm down, Queen. You don’t want to make your date suspicious, much less the rest of the room.
“Mr. Queen?” a voice came from his right, breaking through his thoughts. He forced a smile as a man clad in a suit headed his way.
Oliver had no idea who he was but thankfully, the man was quick to introduce himself. Oliver introduced his date and the man engaged him in a conversation about Queen Industries, their stocks and their future plans.
He felt he had been repeating himself all night and five minutes into the conversation, he could feel his head throbbing. It was sheer willpower on his part to resist throwing a glance at his watch. But he didn’t have to check his watch to know it was still early.
This is going to be a long night.
The sun streaming through the windows in his bedroom was what woke Clark up the following morning. He stretched and much to his surprise, Oliver was the first person who popped into his head.
Frowning, he realized he never heard from the blonde, despite having left messages on his cell phone. He tuned his hearing into finding Oliver and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the blonde’s steady heartbeat.
That still didn’t explain why Oliver didn’t call him back. Stop acting like a clingy girlfriend, Kent. Friends with benefits, remember? You two are not in a real relationship so he doesn’t owe you anything.
Too bad that didn’t help. Slowly, he made his way out of bed and got dressed. It felt weird to wake up and not have Oliver by his side. Way too clingy, Kent.
Heading to the kitchen, he found that Chloe was already there, a cup of coffee in her hand. “Good morning Chloe,” he greeted his best friend.
“Good morning,” Chloe said. He found the cereal and the milk, not in the mood to cook anything.
Taking a seat at the table, he began to eat. “So where’s Lois?”
“Having breakfast with Grant,” Chloe answered. Clark’s eyes wandered to that day’s issue of The Daily Planet and he picked it up.
“It’s a good thing too,” Chloe added, seeing him scan the paper. “She would’ve been annoyed if she saw the Planet today.”
“Why?” Clark questioned.
Chloe walked over to him and took the paper. She flipped through a few pages until she found what she was looking for.
“This article,” she pointed out.
“It’s about a business party,” Clark noted, scanning the headline. “What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal,” Chloe explained, “Is not the party itself but the guests. Take a look at the picture.”
Clark’s eyes darted to where she was pointing and his stomach dropped.
The picture was of none other than Oliver, with his arm wrapped around a gorgeous blonde. At least now he knew where Oliver had been the previous night. In the photo, they looked quite cozy.
“It’s a good thing then that she didn’t see it,” Clark managed to say.
Chloe nodded and went back to her coffee.
Clark, on the other hand, could not keep his eyes off the photo. Oliver and his date, who was apparently a Victoria Secret model, made a stunning couple.
He was jealous. Which made absolutely no sense because he and Oliver had no commitment to one another.
But that didn’t remove the jealousy and the fact he wanted to tear the woman’s arms off of Oliver.
And he had no idea why.
Chapter 11
Story: Accidentally in Love
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Chloe/Jimmy, Lollie mentions of past Lexana & Clana
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, m/m sex
Spoilers: slight season 7
Summary: Oliver returns to Metropolis on business. Clark’s depressed over Lana’s death. An unexpected encounter leads them to a friends with benefits situation, neither willing to get into a real relationship.
Previous Chapters: Here
Chapter 10
Waking up in Oliver’s arms was an incredible feeling. The previous night had just been out of this world, Oliver taking him to heights he had never thought he’d reach. That man was really a Sex God.
The sun shone through the windows, highlighting Oliver’s figure, giving him an almost angelic glow. Clark was content just watching him sleep.
Just sex, Clark . . . don’t forget this. He hadn’t. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t afford to. For now though, he could almost pretend they were in an actual relationship and not just, as Oliver described it, “fuck buddies”.
Because despite the fact he didn’t want a relationship, wasn’t ready for one, he did remember the good parts about being in one.
Before he could lament and make a decision he knew he’d regret, Oliver stirred and brown eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times, adjusting to the light. Seeing Clark, he smiled warmly.
“Good morning,” Oliver said softly.
“Good morning,” Clark replied.
Oliver leaned in to meet Clark’s lips for a brief kiss. “Now it’s a good morning,” Oliver commented.
Clark grinned. “Unfortunately, I have to be taking off.”
“So soon?” Oliver questioned, tilting his head.
“Yeah,” Clark responded. “Kara’s expecting me and I know I’m going to be interrogated when I get home.”
“If you have to go,” Oliver said, sighing dramatically. Then a wicked glint appeared in his eyes. “First, of course, you should get freshened up. And have breakfast too. Then you can leave. You can use my shower and I have a spare toothbrush too.”
Clark raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to be joining me for that shower?”
“If you’re offering,” Oliver said, leering. “I must say though, it is a very good way to save water.”
“Come along, you,” Clark said, getting out of bed. “But don’t think I don’t see through your ways to keep me here longer.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Oliver said, following him to the bathroom. “You’re staying aren’t you?”
Clark smiled. He didn’t put up much of a fight, he knew that. But he really didn’t want to go. Besides, what was another hour or so?
It was three hours before he finally left. Even then, he really didn’t want to go and was tempted to just call Kara and say he’d catch up with her later.
When he was growing up, he had been taught that sex was for marriage or really serious relationships. The first time, with Lana, he hadn’t regretted it. It just felt right. He also didn’t have his abilities then so he wasn’t worried about hurting her, which was his biggest concern.
Both of them were virgins so they took it slow and it was nice. Back then, it had been amazing for him but now, all he could say was that it was nice.
His relationship with Oliver wasn’t serious nor were they married but the sex was incredible. That’s why he could only reflect on being with Lana as nice. Because once you had sex with Oliver Queen, everything else just seemed . . . mediocre.
Oliver made sex an art form and if he hadn’t proved his talent the previous night, he definitely did so in the shower . . . several times in the shower actually. And on the kitchen table . . . which required them to both take another shower.
If he was a normal human, he would’ve probably been exhausted. Thank God for Kryptonian stamina.
Where Oliver got his stamina, he had no idea. But he certainly didn’t question it. He ended up sticking around for lunch as well but then he really had to go. Clark realized that he had prolonged leaving long enough.
With one last kiss, he took off, heading back to Smallville. Upon arriving at the farm, he entered the loft, smiling when he saw that it was already occupied.
“Hello,” Kara greeted him, beaming. “It’s about time you showed up.”
“Yeah, I got a little delayed,” Clark explained and Kara let out a little giggle.
“I’m sure you did,” she said suggestively. Clark blushed.
“Kara!” he exclaimed.
“What?” Kara asked innocently. “You called me in the middle of the night from Oliver’s bedroom and don’t even try to protest because I could hear him in the background. And told me to lie for you to your two best friends. I have to get some teasing out of this.”
“I suppose,” Clark relented. “Thanks for covering for me, by the way.”
“You were right about them calling,” Kara stated. “Chloe called shortly after you did and she believed me when I said you were at the farm.” She smirked. “But let’s get back to you . . . what’s going on with you and Oliver and why can’t you tell Chloe? I was under the assumption she knew everything about your life.”
“I think you better sit,” Clark advised. Frowning slightly, she did as he asked. He took the seat next to her.
“Is everything all right?” she questioned, concern evident in her expression.
“Everything is . . . great,” he said honestly. “Never better. It’s just that this is difficult for me to say. I don’t want you to look at me differently and I’m afraid that after I tell you this, you will.”
“You’re my cousin,” Kara told him gently. “And I love you very much. Nothing you say will make me look at you differently.”
Taking a deep breath, he slowly told her about Oliver and his arrangement. Her assurance did not make his confession any easier.
When he finished his story, he looked at her nervously. She was a little shocked but she didn’t seem disgusted or disapproving.
“Is this what you want, Kal-El?” she wanted to know. “Are you happy?”
“Yes, I am,” he said confidently.
“As long as you’re happy, that’s all I care about,” Kara replied. “And if you don’t want me to tell anyone, I won’t.”
He smiled gratefully. “Thanks Kara. I appreciate it.”
She squeezed his hand. “I must say that I’m surprised. I never imagined you, of all people, to get into this kind of relationship.”
“It feels right,” Clark responded. “I want to be with him but I just can’t do a relationship right now. I don’t think Chloe would understand and Lois definitely can not find out about this.”
“They won’t hear it from me,” Kara promised.
For not the first time, he found himself grateful for his cousin’s presence in his life. She understood him like nobody ever had before. He missed his mother terribly at times but Kara was great at giving advice. For the first time, he didn’t feel alone and so separated from the rest of his world. No, now he had Kara and his life was definitely a lot better for it.
They spent most of the day together, just hanging out. After having dinner, Clark went back to his apartment. It felt good to get this out and tell someone. He hated keeping secrets and now that someone knew about Oliver and him, it took out some of the strain.
Part of the fun was sneaking around but he did want someone to talk about this with. Especially since this relationship wasn’t like any other he had ever been in. Kara didn’t have relationship experience but she knew him better than he knew himself so she would be a good sounding board when he had doubts.
Either way, he was just happy she was around.
Lois and Chloe were both in the apartment when he got back.
“Hello Smallville,” Lois said cheerfully. “’And where have you been all this time?”
Oh, I’ve been having sex with your ex, Lois. And how has your day been? “I thought Kara told you that I was at the farm,” Clark said.
“She did,” Chloe chipped in. “Lois is just being her usual self.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Lois demanded.
“You can be pretty nosy sometimes Lois,” Clark offered, “I assume that is what she meant.” She shot a glare his way and he just grinned.
“I am feeling serious lack of appreciation in this room,” Lois said pointedly.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Clark replied with a wicked grin. Lois mock pouted, sending Chloe and Clark into peals of laughter. A second later, Lois dropped the façade and joined them. They settled down and smiled at one another.
“So,” Chloe said, breaking the silence. “Anyone up for a movie?”
This sent the trio into an argument about what movie they should watch. Eventually they agreed on a few and made a night of it. Fortunately, none of them had really early morning classes the following morning.
Throughout the week, Clark felt more and more like James Bond. He was constantly sneaking off to meet Oliver . . . the man was like a drug and Clark admitted freely, at least to himself, that he was addicted.
4 out of the 5 weeknights he spent at Oliver’s. It was not easy. He would have to pretend that he was going to bed and then sneak out the window but return early enough to throw off suspicion. Clark had never felt more like a teenager.
Sometimes, he was honest and said he was hanging out with Oliver. Lois had accepted their friendship. She didn’t understand it at first but no longer did she question it.
The weekends were a little bit easier to manipulate because Lois was busy with Grant and Chloe usually had plans with Jimmy. Between spending time with their boyfriends and working at The Planet, they hardly noticed his disappearances. Kara was always willing to cover for him, on the occasional instances he worried about them getting suspicious.
The first two weeks passed by extremely quickly. Clark was surprised how time flew since he got together with Oliver. Being with Oliver made everything else in his life a lot easier. Because when he was with Oliver, he could just forget about the rest of the world, forget about his responsibilities and his destiny and just be himself.
Oliver didn’t expect anything from him and they had a good time together. At the same time, when he did need to talk, Oliver was there to listen. Clark really felt he could tell Oliver anything and the man wouldn’t judge him. Oliver seemed to trust him too and was willing to share his problems with Clark. He loved that he could get the blonde to open up like that.
That’s why come Friday night, he chose not to hang out with Chloe and Lois but instead spend time with Oliver. The blonde was only too happy to see him. They hung out for a bit but the evening led them to where they always ended up . . . in bed. Which Clark had absolutely no problem with.
Hours later, he was lying in bed with Oliver, sated but exhausted. Hearing Oliver climb out of bed and quietly exit the room, he smiled to himself. He knew the routine and had settled into it. They would have sex and then sometime around 11-11:30, Oliver would leave to go patrol the streets. Clark would wait until he left and then follow him, to keep an eye on him. But he would always make it back before Oliver and waited in bed.
If Oliver knew what he did, and he was pretty sure Oliver knew, he didn’t comment about it. That night was no different than the rest and Clark closed his eyes, relaxing in the luxurious bed. Once he heard footsteps, he relaxed. It may be silly for him to go around checking up on Oliver but ever since the incident with the gang, Clark wanted to make sure there wasn’t a repeat situation.
Clark felt the bed shift and Oliver joined him once again. He opened his eyes when he felt Oliver’s soft lips against his forehead.
He opened his eyes and smiled at the warm brown eyes gazing at him intently.
“Hey,” he said, faking a yawn. “How was patrol?”
“Like you don’t know,” Oliver teased. “I don’t know why we keep pretending I don’t know you’re following me and you don’t know that I know you’re following me.”
Clark blushed. “I’ll stop if you want me to.” No, I really won’t.
As if reading his mind, Oliver shook his head. “No you won’t. But I’m okay with that. It’s like I have my own personal guardian angel.”
“If you say so,” Clark said, secretly relieved that Oliver didn’t mind.
“I do say so,” Oliver agreed. Leaning forward, he captured Clark’s lips. “And I consider this particular topic closed.” A wicked glint appeared in his brown eyes. “I think we could be doing so much more useful things with our time than talking.”
“I agree,” Clark murmured and met Oliver’s lips again, pulling the blonde on top of him.
Thus ending the conversation for the rest of the night.
Saturday was a lazy day, neither man getting out of bed before ten. Clark was not used to staying in bed for so long. Growing up on a farm, he was used to waking up every day with the sun. But he figured once in a while, it wouldn’t hurt.
He left shortly after breakfast, just like usual, promising to call Oliver later. And just like every day, he made it back to the farm and snuck into his room.
That day was no different than any other. Lois and Chloe were around sporadically and he was impressed with himself for pulling the cloth over Chloe’s eyes. It was no easy task, that much was true.
Later in the evening, Clark made a call to Oliver, wanting to know if the blonde was interested in having dinner together. To his surprise, Oliver didn’t pick up his cell phone or the phone in his penthouse.
Clark frowned, giving up when the call went to the answering machine for the second time. When they spoke in the morning, Oliver didn’t mention having any plans.
But Clark brushed it off as nothing. Lois and Chloe came at the same time and he quickly made dinner plans with them. At the back of his mind, he was wondering where Oliver disappeared to.
Oliver Queen was bored. What did I do to deserve this? Sometime in the afternoon, he got a reminder from his secretary that he had an engagement that evening. Some corporate party that he RSVP’d for ages ago. Knowing it was impossible to bail, he called one of his model friends.
Veronica was beautiful and she was a lot of fun but he just wasn’t interested in her. He just called her because he couldn’t attend the party alone. Truth be told, he would rather be anywhere else and if he was honest with himself, he knew that he really wanted to be with Clark.
His date was chatting about something or the other but he wasn’t really paying attention. Somehow, he was making passable conversation.
I wish Clark was here. But he knew that it was an impossibility. Even bringing him here as a friend would stir headlines. That was not something he was willing to risk. Reporters would hound Clark and he knew how important staying out of the spotlight meant to the brunette.
Clark would be so much better company though. They would be laughing and he could make a joke about something stupid somebody said and Clark would laugh. Not to mention Clark would look gorgeous in a suit. He could just imagine it now, Clark in a dark form fitting suit, his hair slicked back . . . calm down, Queen. You don’t want to make your date suspicious, much less the rest of the room.
“Mr. Queen?” a voice came from his right, breaking through his thoughts. He forced a smile as a man clad in a suit headed his way.
Oliver had no idea who he was but thankfully, the man was quick to introduce himself. Oliver introduced his date and the man engaged him in a conversation about Queen Industries, their stocks and their future plans.
He felt he had been repeating himself all night and five minutes into the conversation, he could feel his head throbbing. It was sheer willpower on his part to resist throwing a glance at his watch. But he didn’t have to check his watch to know it was still early.
This is going to be a long night.
The sun streaming through the windows in his bedroom was what woke Clark up the following morning. He stretched and much to his surprise, Oliver was the first person who popped into his head.
Frowning, he realized he never heard from the blonde, despite having left messages on his cell phone. He tuned his hearing into finding Oliver and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the blonde’s steady heartbeat.
That still didn’t explain why Oliver didn’t call him back. Stop acting like a clingy girlfriend, Kent. Friends with benefits, remember? You two are not in a real relationship so he doesn’t owe you anything.
Too bad that didn’t help. Slowly, he made his way out of bed and got dressed. It felt weird to wake up and not have Oliver by his side. Way too clingy, Kent.
Heading to the kitchen, he found that Chloe was already there, a cup of coffee in her hand. “Good morning Chloe,” he greeted his best friend.
“Good morning,” Chloe said. He found the cereal and the milk, not in the mood to cook anything.
Taking a seat at the table, he began to eat. “So where’s Lois?”
“Having breakfast with Grant,” Chloe answered. Clark’s eyes wandered to that day’s issue of The Daily Planet and he picked it up.
“It’s a good thing too,” Chloe added, seeing him scan the paper. “She would’ve been annoyed if she saw the Planet today.”
“Why?” Clark questioned.
Chloe walked over to him and took the paper. She flipped through a few pages until she found what she was looking for.
“This article,” she pointed out.
“It’s about a business party,” Clark noted, scanning the headline. “What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal,” Chloe explained, “Is not the party itself but the guests. Take a look at the picture.”
Clark’s eyes darted to where she was pointing and his stomach dropped.
The picture was of none other than Oliver, with his arm wrapped around a gorgeous blonde. At least now he knew where Oliver had been the previous night. In the photo, they looked quite cozy.
“It’s a good thing then that she didn’t see it,” Clark managed to say.
Chloe nodded and went back to her coffee.
Clark, on the other hand, could not keep his eyes off the photo. Oliver and his date, who was apparently a Victoria Secret model, made a stunning couple.
He was jealous. Which made absolutely no sense because he and Oliver had no commitment to one another.
But that didn’t remove the jealousy and the fact he wanted to tear the woman’s arms off of Oliver.
And he had no idea why.
Chapter 11