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Birthday Fic pt 2

This is the other half of the birthday fic for mitsuki_shizuka . I have to thank my beta, the lovely boltgirl426, who wrote the ending for me! Thanks so much! Enjoy!

Story: One Night
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Oliver, Oliver/Lois, Clark/Lana
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: 7.11 “Siren” (some parts have been changed)
Summary: After Lois leaves him, Ollie worries that he’ll never find love. Clark comes to see him. What starts out as a simple conversation turns out to be so much more, leaving both men to face the consequences of their actions.
Previous Chapters: Part 1

Part 2

The brunette was startled by the position, as was Ollie because neither of them moved for a full minute. What surprised him was how good it felt. He almost didn’t even feel inclined to move.

“Clark?” Oliver said softly, breaking the silence.

That was when he snapped out of his haze, instantly jumping off Oliver, horrified.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I just …”

“It’s okay,” Oliver said quickly. “No damage done.”

“Yeah,” Clark agreed. “Maybe we should lay off the alcohol.”

“Or stop trying to stand,” Oliver said, smirking. “I like that option better. Walking is highly overrated.”

“Oh, Oliver,” Clark said, shaking his head.

“You know what else are overrated?” Oliver questioned. “Women.”

“Why Oliver Queen, I didn’t know you swung that way,” Clark teased.

“I’ll have you know I swing both ways,” Ollie said smugly. “But that’s not what I meant.”

“You do?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Does it bother you?” Oliver questioned, relaxing into the couch.

“No, I was just surprised,” Clark told him.

Oliver shot him a lazy grin and the smile had his stomach in knots.

“So what did you mean?” Clark asked curiously, trying to ignore the unfamiliar feelings that were rushing through his body at Ollie’s gaze.

Love … is overrated,” Oliver explained.

“You’re too young to be this cynical,” Clark responded. “And didn’t you just say you wanted it?”

“I do want it,” Oliver told him. “But that doesn’t change the fact that it is overrated. I mean, you have a whole holiday devoted to it … how lame. Don’t they even think about all of us who are still single?”

“Bitter about Valentine’s Day much?” Clark questioned. Truth be told, he had completely forgotten about it. Then again, he thought he’d be spending it with Lana.

So much for that one.

“Can you blame me?” Oliver asked.

“Not really,” Clark agreed. “It sucks … it’s going to suck.”

“I was hoping this year would be different,” Oliver said sadly.

“You and me both,” Clark remarked.

“At least last year I was busy,” Oliver stated. He eyed Clark, “What were you doing?”

“Oh boy, you really don’t look at your security footage, do you?” Clark asked, the memories of last year’s Valentine’s Day escapade running through his mind.

“No, I really don’t,” Oliver responded. “Should I?”

“Please don’t,” Clark requested.

“That bad?” Oliver asked curiously.

“It’s better for my health and safety and your sanity that you don’t,” Clark replied wryly. “Trust me.”

“If you say so,” Oliver said suspiciously. “I think I’m going to have to start watching my footage from now on. How did you know I don’t watch it anyway? You sounded pretty unsurprised at my answer.”

“It’s pretty obvious you don’t,” Clark answered. “I mean … you would have had a lot more questions if you had seen it. Like, for instance, why there was two of me at one point.”

“Two of you?” Oliver echoed. “Oh man, first thing tomorrow … I’m going through my footage.”

“It’s not very interesting, Oliver,” Clark said, grinning.

“Either way, it may provide for some eye candy,” Oliver said, with a wink and a leer that had Clark blushing.

“Where is the second Clark then?” Oliver asked.

“Gone,” Clark said. “It’s a long story … but he wasn’t really me. My DNA was what this … creature needed to replicate. Now he’s gone. He was a monster ... a monster who took over my life for a solid month,” he finished quietly.

“Where were you?” Oliver wanted to know.

“Trapped,” Clark said, frowning.

“Didn’t anyone realize …?” Oliver asked, trailing off when he saw Clark’s expression.

“Nobody recognized,” Clark managed to say. “According to Chloe, I just wasn’t around much … but she spent five minutes alone with him and she knew something was wrong. Lana …” He blew out a breath.

“She didn’t know?” Oliver asked.

“Not only did she not know, she was happier with him,” Clark said, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “She … they … they had …”

“Oh God,” Oliver said, realizing where Clark was heading. “Don’t even tell me …”

“Yeah,” Clark finished. “They had sex … she slept with him and she had no idea it wasn’t me.” Tears prickled at the back of his eyes. He may have realized it was time for them to part but that didn’t change the fact that what she did with the Phantom hurt.

Oliver seemed to turn paler. “That’s awful …” He shook his head. “I was so wrong when I said you were living in domestic bliss, wasn’t I?”

“It may seem that way to outsiders,” Clark responded, “Not your fault … we don’t advertise our problems nor are they very normal. Then again, I’m not normal so how can I ever expect my relationship to be normal?”

“So you have a few powers,” Oliver said slowly.

The alcohol was obviously taking over his mind because his next sentence was completely unplanned.

“That and the fact I’m not exactly human.”

Oliver choked and sputtered. Clark’s hand immediately went to his back, stroking it gently until he calmed down.

“What did you just say?” Oliver asked, a bewildered look on his face. If the situation wasn’t so serious, Clark would find his expression comical.

The brunette knew he should be scared for this revelation but for some reason, Oliver knowing the truth didn’t bother him.

In fact, telling Lana had been scarier than this moment.

“I’m not human,” he said lightly. “Come on, Ollie … with all my abilities, can you honestly tell me it never crossed your mind?”

“I thought … I thought you were meteor infected,” Oliver stammered. “It did cross my mind you had more powers than other mutants …”

“I’m not meteor infected and in fact, their mutations are my fault,” Clark interjected.

Privately, he wondered if there was any red meteor rock in the alcohol because the way he was shooting off his mouth, it was as if he didn’t have any inhibitions at all. And that was the direct cause of only one thing.

“How are they your fault?” Oliver asked. His head was spinning, a combination between the shocking words that were coming out of his mouth and the copious amounts of alcohol he had already consumed.

“Because I came with the meteor shower in the 80s,” Clark said promptly. “The meteor rocks … they’re called kryptonite and they’re pieces of my home planet.”

“Pieces of your home planet?” Oliver echoed, feeling slightly stupid for his lack of communication skills but justifying it as shock.

“Mmhmm,” Clark responded, “My home planet … Krypton … is no more … when it was on the verge of destruction, my birth parents sent me to Earth. The meteor rocks, I call them kryptonite.”

Oliver could do nothing but stare and was shocked at the calm tone that the brunette was explaining all of this in. Clark’s an alien! Who would’ve thought? Certainly not him. Not when he looked so human. Sure, it had crossed his mind that the brunette had more powers than the average mutant but he would’ve never guessed that it was because that he was from outer space.

Not only that but his entire planet was gone! It was absolutely stunning and Ollie could barely wrap his mind around the concept.

“So all your people would’ve had your powers?” Oliver asked.

“On Krypton, we had a red sun,” Clark informed him. “The yellow sun gives me my abilities.”

“Amazing,” Oliver breathed. “I mean … you look so …”

“Human?” Clark finished. “I know. Trust me, when my parents told me, I was stunned too. I could hardly believe it. Honestly? I didn’t want to.”

“Did you always know?” Oliver questioned.

“Hardly,” Clark scoffed. “I found out when I was fifteen. I mean, I was always stronger and faster than everyone else but with the town full of meteor mutants, I just assumed I was one of them. Imagine my surprise when I not only get hit by a car going at 60 miles per hour but survive … I demanded an explanation and I got it.”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Oliver said honestly, dazed by the information he was being handed.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what Clark had gone through. Fifteen was an odd age without finding out that you were from another planet. The blonde felt sympathy for the man sitting next to him.

“Are you freaked out?” Clark wanted to know.

“Not at all,” Oliver responded and he found that he meant it. He could never be scared of Clark … not even after finding out this huge secret.

“And,” the blonde added, “I promise I won’t tell anyone ever. Your secret is safe with me.”

“I believe you,” Clark replied, meeting his gaze. “And I trust you.”

Oliver felt his stomach tightening when their eyes locked. It wasn’t his fault … the brunette was drop dead gorgeous and those emerald green eyes made him feel things he would rather ignore.

“So much for the bonding huh?” Clark quipped. “This has turned into a pity party.”

“We’re bonding through pitying ourselves and each other?” Oliver offered, causing Clark to laugh. It was a wonderful sound indeed.

Clark, however, was oblivious to his thoughts and was lost in his own.

“Okay,” Oliver declared, “No more serious talk and self pity.” He stood up. “I shall make you my specialty drink and we will do … something. I don’t know what yet but I’ll figure it out when I come back.”

“Do you really think we need more alcohol?” Clark called out.

But Oliver was already gone. Part of Clark wanted to go after him but he remembered his last attempt at walking and decided against it. Besides, there was no Ollie to catch him this time. Which made him even less inclined to try to move.

Am I saying I actually want Ollie to catch me? No, that was silly. Right?

Oliver was back before he could even begin to ponder those thoughts.

“Is this really a good idea?” Clark asked.

“Trust me, Clark,” Oliver proclaimed, “We’re inside … we’re just having a little fun. After all, we did the whole defeating the bad guy thing so I think we deserve a break. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“You’re right,” Clark agreed.

What was the worst that could happen anyway?

Those were famous last words.

Sunlight streamed into the master bedroom of the Clock Tower, stirring one Clark Kent out of a deep sleep, who immediately groaned at the sudden brightness. Instinctively burying his head into the pillow, he shifted, freezing when he heard a moan at the movement.

A moan that was clearly not his own.

His eyes opened and he blinked a few times to adjust to the light. Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, it was clear that he was not in his bedroom.

His head was pounding and when he looked down, he found that not only was he in a strange bed, he was naked. Oh God, can this morning get any worse?

Turning to his side, he had to refrain from gasping. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.

Because fast asleep under the covers was none other than Oliver Queen, who seemed to be naked as well.

He shot up immediately, which caused Oliver to awaken. Sleepy eyes opened, widening when they fell on Clark.

“Clark? What are you doing here?”

“That’s what I’d like to know!” Clark exclaimed, having already gone through panic and working his way to freaking out.

“Okay, calm down,” Oliver said, sitting up. “There has to be a reasonable explanation to this.”

“There’s a reasonable explanation to why we’re in your bed naked?” Clark demanded.

Oliver winced. “Do you mind lowering your voice a tad? My head is killing me.”

“How can you be so freaking calm?” Clark yelled.

“Again with the yelling,” Oliver moaned, rubbing his head

“What happened last night?” Clark asked.

“I am not sure but considering our state of dress … or in this case, undress, I can make a few assumptions,” Oliver stated, relaxing into the bed.

“No way,” Clark denied. “I did not sleep with you … there’s no way!”

“Well gee thanks, Clark,” Oliver said dryly, his gaze lifting to meet Clark’s. “Thanks for making it sound like the most horrifying suggestion in the entire planet. You really know how to boost a guy’s ego, don’t you?”

“You are crazy!” Clark said, throwing his hands in the air. “I don’t understand how you can make jokes at a time like this.”

“Freaking out is not going to make the situation any better either,” Oliver pointed out. “With the way you’re losing your cool, it’s best that one of us stay rational.”

Clark took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to relax and nodded. “You’re right.”

“I’m glad you see it my way,” Oliver said calmly. “Now … what’s the last thing you remember? Maybe we’re just overreacting and nothing happened.”

Clark blew out a breath. “Well, I remember coming here to check up on you, the two of us drinking and talking …” He groaned as he realized how much he had actually spilled the previous night.

“And?” Ollie urged.

“There was a lot of drinking,” Clark remembered. The memories kept hitting him until one particular flashback made its way into the forefront of his mind and he gasped. Oh God.

“Clark?” Oliver said, worrying in his sudden paleness. But Clark didn’t even hear him, too lost in a sea of memories and the particular one that showed him exactly how they got in their current position.

He was drunk. Clark knew that for sure. For one, he couldn’t stop grinning and his mind was in a complete haze.

“What’s so funny?” Oliver questioned, gaining his attention.

“Not sure,” he replied.

“You are drunk,” Oliver proclaimed, with a matching grin.

“So are you,” Clark shot back.

“What’s your point?” Ollie asked cheekily.

“I don’t really have one,” Clark responded and Oliver chuckled. The brunette took the moment to observe the other man.

‘He’s really pretty,’ was his first thought and he wasn’t as taken aback by it as he should’ve been.

Everything about that man was perfect. From his chocolate brown eyes to his muscular body, which Clark remembered quite well from the time he had walked in on him working out to that perfect blonde hair. Clark really liked Ollie’s hair … it was so spiky but looked so touchable.

Unable to resist, he reached out a hand and ran it through the blonde locks, getting Ollie’s attention with the move. But that didn’t stop him.

“Clark?” Oliver asked, amused.

“Your hair is pretty,” Clark explained. Apparently, he had lost control over his mouth as well.

“Why thank you,” Oliver said, smirking.

“I wanted to see if it was soft,” Clark told him.

“What’s the verdict?” Oliver quizzed.

“It’s very soft,” Clark replied, nodding seriously.

“Good to hear,” Oliver said, laughing. Clark continued stroking Oliver’s hair. It was very addictive.

“Clark?” Oliver asked curiously, “Is there a reason you’re practically petting me?”

“I like you,” Clark declared. “You’re funny.”

“Glad to be of service,” Oliver remarked.

“See, funny!” Clark said happily. “You’re a nice Ollie … Ollie … Oliver … I like your name. Oliver. Great name … it’s fun to say. Oliver.” The brunette laughed to himself, a goofy grin on his face.

His mind and his mouth were probably disconnected completely at this point and Clark couldn’t care less.

Oliver’s eyes were twinkling, barely suppressing laughter, but Clark was now in his own world.

“My mom named me Clark,” he continued. “Cause her maiden name is Clark. The whole thing was a little rushed. But it worked out. I think I look like a Clark, don’t you?”

“Definitely,” Oliver agreed.

“I think you look like an Oliver!” Clark told him excitedly. “I can’t imagine you as anything but Oliver. Maybe Justin … that’s a nice name too.” He paused, as if considering it, and nodded. “You could pull off a Justin. But only that … and Oliver. I like Oliver better though.”

“My parents would’ve been thrilled you approve of my name,” Oliver noted, chuckling.

“They did a good job,” Clark said cheerfully. “I mean, you need a pretty name. Everything else about you is pretty so your name has to fit too!”

This wiped the grin off Ollie’s face. “You think I’m pretty?”

“No silly,” Clark said, not noticing the change of behavior, “You’re beautiful … but you know that!”

Ollie’s eyes were glazed as he spoke. “I think you’re beautiful,” he said softly.

Clark beamed at him. “Thanks, Ollie! I really missed you, you know.”

“You did?” Oliver asked, surprised.

“I like having you around,” Clark admitted. “Even if I do yell at you sometimes, I was happy to see you back.”

“Really?” There was a hopeful note to Ollie’s voice, past the slight slur due to all the alcohol.

“I told you I was worried that you were taking Chloe away from me,” Clark said slowly, “But I was a little jealous … I was hoping you’d call me when you got back.”

“I was going to call,” Oliver started.

“It’s okay,” Clark interrupted, with a lazy grin. “I got over it … eventually. Besides, I liked seeing you in person.”

Oliver scooted closer, resting his hand on Clark’s thigh and the brunette sighed contently at the touch.

“It seems we have to get you drunk to get your real feelings out,” he commented, eyes glittering.

Clark turned his head, a little shocked at how close the blonde was.

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes drifting to Oliver’s lips unconsciously. “It seems that way.” Those perfect lips … they looked so kissable. Were they as soft as they looked?

His eyes raised up to meet Ollie’s, green eyes locking on brown. They were so close and he could feel the tension in the air.

He wasn’t sure who moved first but before he could think, his lips were on Oliver’s. The blonde’s hands entwined in his dark hair as he pressed their bodies together. ‘God, he’s an amazing kisser.’

And boy was that an understatement. He felt himself being pushed back on the couch and within seconds, Oliver had him sprawled on his back, the blonde resting on top of him, their lips still connected.

Ollie was the one who pulled away, needing to breathe. Neither knew quite what to say and Clark found that he really didn’t want to talk anyway.

Not when kissing Oliver again sounded like the much better option. So arching up, he captured the blonde’s lips once more before he could say a word. And Oliver didn’t protest.

The memories kept hitting him like a tidal wave. It was almost too much to handle and Clark was wondering if this was what a heart attack felt like. His head was spinning, his heart was pounding and he could hardly breathe.

Knowing the truth did not ease his mind … no, it made things worse. In his mind, he could see the events happening, flashing in front of his eyes. They hadn’t stopped at the kissing and it was Clark who had made the suggestion to move it to the bedroom, which did not give him a good feeling at all.

They had sex. A lot of sex. If Clark’s memory served him correctly, he had really enjoyed it. He was shocked. Not only had he had sex with a human when he had his powers, Oliver was still in one piece after the act! His first time with a man and it had been incredible.

This … is not good.

“Clark?” Oliver’s voice brought him back to reality and he turned, meeting the blonde’s gaze.

What he saw there was a sense of resignation and a seriousness that had not been there before. When their eyes met, Clark realized Oliver remembered.

“You know, don’t you?” he asked fearfully.

“I do,” Oliver confirmed. “Do you remember …?”

“Everything,” Clark said, sighing.

“So it seems we weren’t overreacting then,” Oliver said, “It is what it is.”

Clark buried his head in his hands, his head still aching.

“I’m so embarrassed,” he moaned.

“Why?” Oliver asked curiously.

Incredulous green eyes lifted to meet chocolate brown. “How can you even ask that?” Clark questioned. “After everything I said and did …”

“So you let loose,” Oliver replied, shrugging. “No big deal.” He smirked. “Unless you’re talking about how you were petting my hair and telling me how you missed me desperately and your life is meaningless without me.”

“I didn’t say that!” Clark protested.

Oliver grinned and winked. “You might as well.”

“I’m so glad you’re taking pleasure in my humiliation,” Clark grumbled.

“Clark,” Oliver said slowly but Clark was quick to cut him off.

“I mean, how you can stay be so fine about all this is amazing!” Clark said. “We had sex … I can’t believe we did that.”

“At least it wasn’t bad sex,” Oliver offered.

“Oliver!” Clark said, frustrated.

“What do you want me to say?” Oliver quizzed. “Notice that we’re still naked in my bed. It’s not exactly the place for a rational conversation.”

“Good point,” Clark conceded. He found his clothes near the edge of the bed and nodded.

He was about to get up but realized that Ollie’s eyes were still on him.

“Turn around,” he commanded. “I am going to get dressed. I suggest you do the same thing.”

“It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t already seen by now,” Oliver said pointedly but did as Clark told anyway.

Clark quickly slipped into his clothes and waited until he was certain Oliver was dressed too before turning back.

After getting the chance to get freshened up in one of the other bathrooms, Clark met Oliver in the main room.

The blonde was ready with some medicine and an unfamiliar looking drink.

“It is a surefire cure for hangovers,” Oliver told him and Clark accepted it. The medicine helped his headache and he found that whatever Oliver had concocted was useful for his hangover.

“Are you hungry?” Ollie asked.

“I’m good, thanks,” Clark replied.

There was an awkward silence, in which neither knew quite what to say.

“So,” Oliver said, once they were both seated.

“So,” Clark repeated.

“I don’t really know what to say here, Clark,” Oliver confessed.

“What is there to say?” Clark wondered. “We both know what we did was wrong.”

“We do?” Oliver echoed, frowning.

“Ollie, we were drunk and we both just suffered a broken heart,” Clark said patiently. “It’s obvious that we were using each other for comfort sex. Even then, it is wrong. I mean … Lois is my best friend!”

“She made the choice,” Oliver reminded him.

“Still!” Clark argued, “Friends don’t sleep with their friends’ ex-boyfriends … especially not on the same day they split!”

“Regret won’t change what happened,” Oliver remarked.

“Will living in denial and pretending this never happened make me feel any better?” Clark retorted.

“Excuse me?” Oliver said, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s a good idea,” Clark replied. “We both know nothing is going to come of this … it was a drunken one night stand. I think it is in our best interests if we just forget about it and move on with life.”

“Think so?” Oliver asked, his voice low.

Something in Clark was telling him to bite back his words but instead, he just nodded.

“I don’t want things to be awkward between us and I think the best way is just to keep things easy,” Clark explained.

“I suppose that works,” Oliver said neutrally, his expression unreadable.

“And I think that it’s best we keep it between us,” Clark added.

“Mum’s the word,” Oliver promised, with a smile, which Clark could tell was forced. Am I doing the right thing?

Of course he was! There was no doubt to it. After all, Ollie was still in love with Lois and he was still in love with Lana. Whatever happened last night meant nothing.

“Oh,” Oliver said suddenly, “And if there were any doubts, I meant what I said last night … about your secret. I won’t tell anyone.”

“I know,” Clark replied confidently.

He had been shocked when he remembered his blurting out his deepest secret but he was even more stunned to find that the idea didn’t scare him at all. Oliver was someone he trusted and he knew that the blonde would protect his secret.

Silence fell over the pair once more and Clark was finding it hard to stay in the room. The urge to run was overwhelming and he figured it was about time he gave in. They talked enough, right?

Standing up slowly, he gave Oliver a smile.

“I should get going,” he said, when the older man’s expression turned confused at the sudden movement.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” Oliver questioned and Clark just shook his head.

“I’m good,” he told him.

“I guess I’ll see you around then,” Oliver said, standing as well.

Clark nodded and moved toward the exit. “Bye Oliver,” he said, entering the elevator.

“Bye Clark,” Oliver replied.

As the screen dropped and the elevator began to descend, Clark sighed. This was what was right. He made the right move in leaving.

Then why did he feel so wrong?

Oliver stared at the spot where Clark had stood just moments prior. He had been stunned when he had woke up to find Clark by his side and as he remembered what had happened, he found himself not regretting it as much as he should’ve.

The previous night had been amazing. He vaguely recalled Clark telling him in a drunken stupor that he had never been with a man before but the blonde wouldn’t have been able to tell if Clark hadn’t told him.

He had always acknowledged the other man was attractive … short of being blind, it was impossible to deny the gorgeousness of Clark Kent. What was great about Clark was that his beauty was more than skin-deep. The brunette had a huge heart and his kind nature made it easy to overlook his faults.

Never did he allow himself to think of anything but a friendship with Clark though. For one, he did love Lois and there was that tiny problem of Clark supposedly being straight. Except … he wasn’t.

Drunk or not, the way they had gone at it last night proved that Clark was definitely not straight. Oliver knew he should be remorseful over the act, like Clark was. Clark was Lois’s best friend and just yesterday, he had tried to convince her to give their relationship another shot.

The fact that he took her best friend to bed the same night was … well, it was not right. Maybe his drunken state made him remember the night to be better than it was but he knew in his deepest of hearts that sex was Clark had been the best he ever had, Lois included.

But what now? He just allowed Clark to walk out the door and let him believe that they could just forget about it. I can’t forget about it. Oliver wasn’t sure that he wanted to.

What can you do about it? Clark didn’t want anything to stem from that night and neither of them were ready for another relationship anyway. Forget it Queen … you’re going to be leaving soon enough.

Exactly. He’d be gone soon enough so what did it matter? Clark and he would keep in touch occasionally and that would be that. It really was easier if he just walked away.

Wasn’t it?

It was weird coming back to an empty farm. Clark’s eyes gazed around the kitchen that had once been full of love and life … now it was just depressing. Thoughts of Oliver and their night together plagued him and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t push them away.

After making himself a quick breakfast, he began his day. At least the chores that needed to be done could temporarily distract him.

However, with each spare moment he had, his mind drifted back to Oliver. It couldn’t be helped and it drove him crazy. Finishing his chores, he showered and slipped into fresh clothes. As he reached the bottom step of the stairs, Clark stopped upon hearing a knock at the door. Crossing the distance between, he pulled open the door, his heart hammering in his chest instantly at the sight of Oliver standing there.

“Ollie,” he said softly, his eyes widening further as the blonde invaded his personal space, lips capturing his deeply. Unable to deny how perfect the feeling was, Clark felt his hands settle at Oliver’s hips as their mouths met in a blinding passion. Nearly as soon as it began, it was over as Oliver pulled away, his brown eyes searching Clark’s emerald ones.

“Can I come in?” Ollie asked suddenly, pulling the brunette from his thoughts. Nodding dumbly, still caught in the passion from Oliver’s kiss moments ago, Clark stepped aside to let him in. Shutting the door, he turned back to the blonde, only to have his mouth captured once again. Moaning into Ollie’s mouth, Clark wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck.

After a few moments, Oliver pulled away once again, only moving far enough away to look the younger man in the eyes.

“I realize how awkward it is that we got together right after two emotional breakups, but it wasn’t wrong Clark,” Oliver insisted softly. Sighing, Clark pulled away from the blonde, crossing over to the island counter. Bracing his arms against the wood, he hung his head, shaking it slightly.

“We can’t do this,” Clark said. “We can’t want this,” he added. Making his way over to him, Oliver frowned, his hand reaching up to softly caress the brunette’s shoulder.

“Look at me Clark,” Oliver said. After a moment, the younger man turned and Ollie lifted his hand to cup the brunette’s cheeks.

“Tell me it was wrong,” the blonde challenged softly, looking him right in the eyes. Opening his mouth to speak, Clark couldn’t do it. The words were there on the tip of his tongue, but he knew they were a lie. The passion they had felt in one another’s arms the previous night … that was perfection and it wasn’t wrong.

“I know that it’s soon,” Oliver began, stopping Clark before he could speak. “Neither one of us is ready for anything major, but I don’t want to write last night off as a weak moment, because it wasn’t. I want you Clark, I want to be with you,” he continued. “But I also want to take it slow,” Oliver added, causing Clark to nod.

“I think slow would be best,” the brunette agreed, watching Oliver smile. “And I want you too.”

“Then we take things slow, see where it all goes,” Oliver told him, causing Clark to nod.

“So what now?” Clark asked, suddenly feeling a hand slide onto his hip.

“Now we see where it all goes,” Ollie replied with a grin as he leaned forward, his lips caressing Clark’s softly. Winding his arms around the blonde’s neck once more, Clark sighed contentedly.

Slow was good.
Tags: category: slash, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: one night
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