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Chapter 17! :D

Okay, you all know the drill! Another chapter up! Please read & review! :) I want to thank boltgirl426   for recommending the song to me and just being a fantabulous beta!

Story: Never Say Goodbye
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lollie, Chlimmy, Lexana, mentions of past Clana
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: season 6, starts at 6x04, Arrow
Summary: That night at the penthouse was not the first time Clark met Oliver Queen. He has met him before but he just doesn’t remember where or when. But as the memories return, Clark finds out that his fateful summer in Metropolis is not as long gone as he thought it was.

Chapter 17

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Lois whispered as a woman attempted to sing Christina Aguilera’s “Genie in a Bottle”.

“Be nice Lois,” Clark chided but winced when the woman hit a high note.

“What were you saying?” Lois teased.

“Do you plan to sing Lois?” Oliver asked, with a glint in his eyes.

“I think I will need more alcohol before I get up there,” Lois laughed. She glanced at her glass, which was now empty. “Speaking of which, I’m going to get us another round.”

“Don’t worry Smallville, no alcohol for you, I know,” Lois added before he could say anything.

They watched her saunter toward the bar. It was an 18+ club but alcohol was available, if you showed ID. Clark managed to get non-alcoholic drinks, claiming that he was underage and didn’t want to risk getting caught and he wanted one of them to stay sober.

Chloe’s gaze darted between the two. “You know,” she said quickly, “I think I’m going to go see if Lois needs any help bringing those drinks back.” She was gone and once again, they were alone.

“So,” Clark said, breaking the silence, “You going to sing?”

Oliver gave him a half smile. “Maybe . . . like Lois, I may need a few more drinks to get me up there though.”

“Oliver Queen lacking courage?” Clark joked, “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“I’m not all that brave Clark,” Oliver said softly, “There so many things that I want that I just haven’t had the courage to take.” He was looking right at Clark when he said that, causing the brunette’s heart to flutter at Oliver’s sincere words.

“Oliver,” he began but was cut off when the two women returned with the drinks.

“Here we are,” Lois announced. She placed a red drink in front of Clark. “Don’t know what this is, Smallville but the bartender recommended it.”

He was slightly wary but figured that it couldn’t hurt him anyway so he took a sip. Suddenly he felt a jolt run through his body and his eyes widened.

Apparently he should’ve taken notice of the drinks’ red color. Red k, was the last thought he had before the substance took over.

He looked away, his eyes glowing red for an instant but the others didn’t see the change. A slow smile spread across his face.

Freedom, he thought. He felt so carefree, so uninhibited, so . . . good.

“Smallville,” Lois said, “How’s the drink?”

“It’s very nice, Lois,” he said, with a smile. His smile was different and he knew Chloe could tell something was wrong.

“Clark, are you okay?” Chloe asked.

“Okay? I’m better than okay,” Clark said, “In fact, I’m great.” He smirked. “Why are we all sitting around here anyway? I thought we were here for karaoke.”

“Clark, are you sure you’re okay?” Lois asked. “Maybe I should take a look at your drink . . .”

“The drink’s fine,” Clark assured her, with a wave of his hand. His eyes shifted to the karaoke stage, where some man was belting out some Clay Aiken song. How lame, Clark thought.

“How boring are these songs?” Clark said.

“Then why don’t you go and sing?” Lois challenged.

He met her gaze. “I think I will.”

“Are you serious?” Chloe interrupted.

“Dead serious,” he said. He stood up. “If you guys want to be a bunch of chickens and sit around, someone has to do something.”

He met Oliver’s eyes and the other man was looking stunned at Clark’s 180.

Giving the group one last smirk, he walked toward the sign up sheet. He had a perfect song in mind too.

He quickly jotted his name down and was happy when he saw nobody else had picked his song. Two people were going and then it would be him.

“Hey,” a voice said from behind him. He turned to see a pretty blonde standing next to him.

“Hi,” Clark replied with a smile. Light blue eyes, long blonde hair, slim figure . . . very nice.

“You here alone?” she asked.

“No, I’m here with a couple of friends,” he explained, gesturing to the table where Lois, Chloe and Oliver sat.

She looked at the table and then back at him. “Just friends? Those are some pretty girls with you.”

“Just friends,” he said. And it’s not the girls you should be worrying about, he added silently, with a smirk.

“What about you?” he asked, “A pretty woman like you can’t be here alone.”

“I’m just here with friends too,” she said, pointing to a table filled with other women. She moved closer to him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Oliver’s eyes narrow at her closeness. Jealous, Ollie? This would be too much fun.

“You plan to sing?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said. “What about you?”

“Just signed up,” Clark responded, “You should sing . . . I’m sure you have a lovely voice. I would definitely enjoy listening to you.”

“I’ll consider it,” she said, giving him a flirty smile.

He heard his name. “Well, that’s me. Maybe I’ll catch you later?”

“I think that’s a given,” she said. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” he said and headed for the stage.

He got on the stage and looked through the electronic catalogue. Finding his song, he grinned and clicked the appropriate buttons.

Flashing the audience a blinding smile, he felt a thrill when he saw the expressions on some of the women’s faces.

He picked up the microphone and waited as the music began. Papa Roach’s Forever. Then he started to sing. This one’s for you Oliver, he said silently.

In the brightest hour of my darkest day
I realized what is wrong with me
Can't get over you
Can't get through to you
It's been a helter skelter romance from the start
Take these memories that are haunting me
Of a paper man cut into shreds
By his own pair of scissors
He will never forgive her
He will never forgive her

Everyone at his table looked blown away at his choice of song but that didn’t stop him.

Because days come and go
But my feelings for you are forever
Because days come and go
But my feelings for you are forever

This song was perfect for him and Oliver and he wondered if Oliver knew that this song was dedicated to him.

Sitting by a fire
On a lonely night
Hanging over from another good time
With another girl
Little dirty girl
You should listen to this story of a life
You're my heroin
In this moment I’m lonely
Fulfilling my darkest dreams
All these drugs all these women
I'm never forgiven this broken heart of mine

It was as if he was pouring his heart into this song, every word directed toward Oliver. Here me Oliver, Clark thought, I’m singing for you.

Because days come and go
But my feelings for you are forever
Because days come and go
But my feelings for you are forever
One last kiss
Before I go
Dry your tears
It is time to let you go
One last kiss
Before I go
Dry your tears
It is time to let you go
Because days come and go
But my feelings for you are forever
Because days come and go
But my feelings for you are forever
One last kiss
Before I go
Dry your tears
It is time to let you go
One last kiss
Before I go
Dry your tears
It is time to let you go
One last kiss

The song faded and he was done. He put the mike back into the stand and was shocked when he heard the thunderous applause.

Heading off the stage and back toward their table, he was stopped several times, by both men and women, complimenting him.

He flirted with a few of the women, enjoying the attention he was getting. It took a while but he made it back to the table and gave the group a smug smile.

“What did you think?” he asked.

“Smallville, I’m speechless,” Lois said, “Never knew you had it in you!”

“You did great,” Chloe chimed in.

“Interesting song choice,” Oliver murmured. “Didn’t imagine you’d be a Papa Roach fan.”

“Well I’m just full of surprises,” Clark said, taking a seat.

“Hey Clark,” Chloe said, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Oh, come on,” Lois protested, “No secrets from the group.”

“We’ll be back in a few,” Clark said and followed Chloe to a private spot in the room. “So what’s up?”

“Clark, are you feeling okay?” Chloe asked gently.

“I’m feeling really good, Chlo,” Clark insisted.

“That’s what I’m worried about,” she muttered. Keeping her voice low, she added, “Clark I saw your drink. I think there is red k in there.”

“What’s your point?” Clark asked.

“Clark!” Chloe exclaimed, “You know how you get under the influence of that stuff . . . you may do something you’ll regret.”

“Chloe, all I’ve done is sing a song, and flirt with a few women,” Clark pointed out, “I’m doing fine . . . I’m happy and I’m free. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“I’m just concerned,” Chloe said, “I don’t want you to feel badly about what you’ve done later.”

“I won’t,” Clark promised, “Now relax, Chlo. We’re all here to have a good time. So let’s have a good time!”

“Okay,” Chloe said reluctantly.

“Let’s go back,” Clark told her, moving toward the table, “I mean, we don’t want to get the others worried, now do we?” He winked and walked back to Lois and Oliver.

He returned to the table and Chloe arrived a second later. “Has any one of you gotten the urge to sing?”

“Nope, no urges yet,” Lois said, taking a sip of her drink, “I think I’m pretty content sitting here and making fun of everyone else who is up there.”

“Have fun doing that then,” Clark said, “If you don’t mind, I’ve found there are some very lovely, very single women around here who require my attention.”

“Go Clark!” Lois cheered. “Have fun!”

“I plan to,” Clark replied and headed off.

And he was having a good time, at least that’s what he convinced himself. He flirted with some women but his heart wasn’t satisfied. It knew what, or who he really wanted.

He took a bathroom break and when he was washing his hands, he couldn’t help but remember what happened in another bathroom in Metropolis three years ago.

Glancing at the mirror, he couldn’t help but smile. It seemed as if history was repeating itself. Because standing behind him was none other than Oliver.

“Hi Oliver,” he said, wiping his hands. “What’s new?”

“You’ve been acting strangely Clark,” Oliver said, “I came to check in on you.”

“I didn’t realize acting relaxed and happy was strange,” Clark commented.

“It isn’t that you’re relaxed,” Oliver said, “It just that you did a 180 all of a sudden. After that drink particularly . . . so I wanted to make sure there was nothing sketchy in there.”

“Trust me,” Clark said, “I’m fine. Is that all you wanted?”

“No,” Oliver replied, “That was an interesting choice of song. I can’t help but wonder if you were singing it to someone.” So he had noticed, Clark thought happily.

Oliver was moving in, like a predator going after his prey. “Would you care if I was?” Clark asked.

“I would definitely care,” Oliver said. There was no space between them and Clark was pressed against the cool marble sink. Last time it was a wall. But he remembered where it led.

This time he would be the initiator. No more inhibitions meant no more doubts, no more second-guessing his actions. Oliver was right there for the taking and he was going to take. For once in his life, he would get what he wanted.

He wrapped his arms around Oliver’s waist. “Good,” he said, “I hoped you would care.”

“And all those other women you were chatting up?” Oliver asked, with a hint of a smile.

“Nothing but substitutes,” Clark said softly. “Poor substitutes, in fact.”

“What now?” Oliver asked.

“Now I have the real thing in my arms,” Clark replied, “And I’d like to kiss him.”

“He’d like you to kiss him too,” Oliver said and leaned up to meet Clark’s lips in a kiss. It started out gentle but it didn’t stay that way for long.

Eventually, Oliver had to pull away, needing to breathe. “Aren’t you glad we brought two cars?” Oliver asked, not moving from Clark’s embrace.

“Is that your way of suggesting we leave?” Clark questioned.

“I’d definitely like to continue but I’d rather not do it in a public bathroom,” Oliver responded, “So yes, this is my way of saying we go.”

“Lead the way,” Clark told him.

“Got an excuse for Chloe and Lois?” Oliver asked as they headed out the bathroom.

“Leave the women to me,” Clark said and Oliver just nodded. They approached the table and Clark feigned looking ill.

“Clark,” Lois said immediately, “Are you okay?”

“I’m not sure,” Clark said, trying to seem pained, “My stomach feels funny.” Chloe was eyeing him suspiciously but Lois was buying into the lie.

“It must’ve been that drink,” Lois told him, “You should get home.”

“I don’t think he’ll make it back to Smallville,” Oliver said, “I’ll take him back to my place and he can rest there for the night.”

“Good idea Ollie,” Lois said encouragingly. Clark was proud of himself and his acting skills but one look into Chloe’s eyes made him realize that she hadn’t fallen for the act. In fact, her eyes told him that she knew exactly what he and Oliver were up to. But it didn’t seem as if she had any plans to stop him.

“Are you sure that you can get back all right?” Oliver asked, “I mean, if you guys want, you can crash with me too.” Was Oliver nuts?

Fortunately, they didn’t take them up on the offer. “I didn’t drink that much,” Chloe said, “I’ll be fine to drive home. Don’t worry about it, you guys can head out.”

They said their goodbyes and went to Oliver’s car. Once they were inside, Oliver grinned at him. “That went off well. I think we fooled them.”

“We fooled Lois,” Clark corrected him. “Chloe knows exactly what’s going on.”

“Then why didn’t she stop us?” Oliver asked, starting the car.

“I said she knows,” Clark said, “I never said she objected.”

Oliver nodded appreciatively as they drove back to the penthouse. “She is a very cool woman.”

“That she is,” Clark agreed.

“Her best friend is even cooler,” Oliver said with a grin. Clark smiled, not saying a word.

The car ride was far too long, even with Oliver’s short cut. But they finally made it back to his penthouse and Clark was extremely impatient by the time they made inside.

Oliver was clearly impatient as well because the minute they got into the living room, his mouth was on Clark’s. Instinctively, Clark responded to the kiss.

He moaned in protest when Oliver pulled away. “I’ve been waiting to do that all night,” Oliver confessed.

“Then why are you wasting time talking?” Clark asked, grinning wickedly but was surprised when Oliver just took his hand.

And then started to pull him lightly toward the steps. “Where are we going?” Clark asked, confused.

“My bedroom of course,” Oliver said, “I figured that’s where we’re heading?”

“You figured correctly,” Clark said and let Oliver lead him to his bedroom, pretending he had no idea where it was.

The bedroom was exactly as he'd remembered it, Clark thought absently as Oliver shrugged out of his jacket, turning to kiss him once again as the blonde's fingers fumbled with the button's of his shirt. Clark's mind was in a haze . . . how was he supposed to think with Oliver's tongue in his mouth? The brunette barely registered the fact that his shirt had fallen to the floor as he separated from Oliver briefly to rid him of his own shirt.

Pressed together, skin against skin, Ollie's lips fused against his neck as Clark's hands roamed the expanse of the blonde's back. Suddenly Oliver's hands were at the waistband of his jeans, a few smooth movements sending his pants and boxers to the floor. Deciding that his lover was still wearing too much, Clark reciprocated the gesture, ridding him of his pants and boxers leaving them both equally naked.

Clark let himself be pushed to the bed. If Oliver wanted control, he’d let him have it . . . for now. There was just something so delicious about being possessed by Oliver Queen that he couldn’t resist handing over the reins.

“So beautiful,” Oliver murmured, trailing kisses down his chest, “So amazing.” More kisses. “And all mine.”

“All yours,” Clark agreed. Oliver’s lips felt so good. “Oh, God, please Oliver.”

“Please Oliver what?” Oliver asked with a teasing smile. “Tell me what you want Clark.”

“Take me,” Clark said, with a slight growl to his voice, “I want you to fuck me . . . I need you inside me now.”

Oliver’s eyes darkened at his words. “Your wish is my command.” And he closed his mouth over Clark’s.

Then no words were spoken, as Oliver proceeded to grant every single of one of Clark’s wishes and more.

Hours later, Clark laid in bed, sated, the effects of the red k still lingering in his blood. Oliver was resting in his arms, exhausted.

He looked at the beautiful blonde and smiled, half asleep himself.

Yawning, he wrapped an arm around Oliver and got ready to sleep. Without thinking, he pressed a kiss to Oliver’s forehead.

“Good night,” Clark said softly.

“Night Clark,” Oliver murmured against his chest.

“My Blondie,” Clark whispered as he closed his eyes and finally dozed off.

Fast asleep, he didn’t see Oliver’s eyes shoot open at his words. Didn’t see the shock in the brown eyes at the nickname and definitely did not notice the blonde’s expression as all the pieces fell together. The secret that he had held so dear was now out.

Lost in his dreams, he didn’t hear the blonde whisper the word that would change everything, that would ruin their newfound happiness.


Chapter 18
Tags: category: slash, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: never say goodbye
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