Story: Accidentally in Love
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Chloe/Jimmy, Lollie mentions of past Lexana & Clana
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: 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.
Eventually, Clark did leave but only after indulging in a very heavy make out session. He would’ve preferred to stay. After he had pulled away from Ollie the last time, Oliver had been all flushed and those soft lips that had brought him so much pleasure were swollen . . . Clark shivered just thinking about him. Ollie wasn’t much help either because he had clearly wanted Clark to stay and tried to get him to do so.
But Clark had held out and for that, he felt his willpower must be out of this world. Well, then again, he was an alien so maybe he had another power? Super willpower? Clark chucked at the thought. It had to be that. How else could he justify being able to walk away from a gorgeous blonde who wanted nothing more than to drag him to bed and have his way with him?
Clark didn’t approve of ditching class but for Oliver, he considered it. But it was a journalism class that he needed for his major and more importantly, Chloe was in it. She would have a lot of questions if he didn’t show and he couldn’t answer the majority of them.
Because Oliver and Clark had decided that they would keep what they were doing a secret. They could announce to the world their friendship but what was going on behind closed doors would stay there. Clark had agreed instantly when Ollie had suggested it. Even Chloe, who he loved and trusted with his life, would be kept in the dark.
He didn’t know how she would react to the fact he was in a friends with benefits relationship . . . she approved of him going after Oliver. She wouldn’t have minded him dating Oliver but this? Chloe was pretty open minded, hence her not caring of his sexuality. But he wasn’t willing to test her boundaries. Clark wouldn’t be able to take it if she looked at him differently because of this.
Especially since he didn’t really understand what was going on himself so how could he ever explain it to anyone else? Clark was shocked that he was the one who suggested it but any doubts he had were removed once Oliver kissed him. Because Oliver was an amazing kisser and Clark silently thanked Lois for being stupid enough to pass him over. He understood that Lois was now in a committed relationship with Grant but really? If he had the option between Grant and Oliver, there was really no competition.
Oh well, if Lois had accepted him, then he wouldn’t have gotten his shot and not being with Oliver would’ve been a tragedy. Therefore, it all worked out in the end.
Clark arrived at his apartment fairly quickly and opened the door slowly, unsure of what he would find on the other side. He came in and shut the door behind him. Silence. Lois was definitely not here and maybe, Chloe wasn’t either. Grinning at his luck, he made his way to his bedroom. The room was dark and he moved to turn the lights on when a voice startled him.
“You know, this brings sneaking in after a late night to a whole new level.”
Clark almost jumped at the voice. He switched the lights on and saw Chloe sitting on his bed, looking amused.
“Chlo,” he said, “Umm . . . what’s up?”
“Don’t ‘what’s up’ me mister,” Chloe said, standing up, “Want to share where you were last night?”
“I just . . .” Clark started but Chloe cut him off.
“No excuses,” Chloe said. “I came in this morning and imagine my surprise when your bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in.”
“I could’ve made it early,” Clark said but knew he was caught and there was really no point in lying.
“You never came home last night,” Chloe pointed out. “I know, Lois and I came in pretty late. I went to your room to say good night and you weren’t there.” She smirked. “So . . . what or should I say who kept you all this time?”
“Oliver,” Clark admitted.
Chloe gasped. “OLIVER? Oh my god, so that means . . . you two?”
“No,” Clark said quickly. “We didn’t. We’re still just friends.”
“But I thought that you said you were going to talk to him about the kiss,” Chloe said, puzzled.
“Yeah, we talked,” Clark said. “But we decided that neither one of us wanted a relationship. Think about it Chloe. He just has come to the realization that he and Lois are over. I’m so busy with the Zoners and after Lana . . . I just can’t commit myself. Not yet. I need to know who I am before I can give myself away.”
“Good point,” Chloe said. “Well, then why were the two of you away last night?”
Clark smiled and recapped the previous night’s events, except of course all the details that would hint at him and Oliver getting together. Instead, he said that he stayed because he was worried about Ollie. Fortunately for him, she bought the lie. Over the past couple of months, he had gotten better at lying. Which was not something he was really proud of . . . in fact, sometimes, he was downright ashamed. But it was a relief that when he lied about his powers, people couldn’t read it on his face that he was not being honest.
“Sounds like you had an eventful night,” Chloe commented. “But Oliver is okay?”
“Yeah, he’s fine,” Clark said.
“And you guys are still friends?” Chloe repeated.
“Yeah,” Clark responded. “We both didn’t want to mess up a good friendship because of one kiss.”
Chloe beamed. “Well, then everything is all right. I’m really glad, Clark.”
“Me too,” he said.
That was it, the conversation was over. If Chloe even suspected anything, she didn’t say it. He was worried about that because no matter how good he had become at fooling people, this was Chloe and she could read him like a book.
But this time, it seemed that she wasn’t catching on and whatever the reason was, he was grateful. He knew himself and he would break if she started interrogating him. For once, the fates were on his side.
The rest of the day went smoothly. Chloe and he grabbed a quick lunch before heading off to class. In fact, the rest of the week went by quickly too. It was as if he blinked and it was Saturday. He allowed himself to sleep in and decided that he would stay in Metropolis that weekend. Besides, he and Chloe were going to the library later to research a project for their Journalism class.
He was having breakfast and reading the Daily Planet, as per his usual routine when a particular article caught his eye. It was on the Green Arrow. Clark was relieved to see he was alive and kicking. But it also made him realize he hadn’t heard from Oliver since the day they decided on a friends with benefits relationship.
That was 3 days ago. Part of him was wondering if the blonde had changed his mind. No big deal, that was why we didn’t make it serious. Unfortunately, he couldn’t convince himself of that. The idea bothered him more than he thought.
A shrill ring startled him out of his thoughts. His cell phone was sitting on the counter and he picked it up.
“Kent,” he answered, finishing the last of his breakfast.
“Hey Clark.” Speak of the devil.
“Hey Ollie,” he said casually. “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to call to say hi,” Oliver responded. “It’s been crazy the past couple of days . . . I barely had time to breathe let alone relax long enough to talk to you.”
Clark couldn’t contain the grin that crept up on his face. So Oliver hadn’t been avoiding him.
“I know what you mean,” Clark said. “I don’t know where the week went. The hours just seem to fly by.”
“So what are the plans for today?” Oliver asked. “Doing anything over the weekend?”
“Hardly,” Clark laughed. “Chloe and I are going to the library later for a project . . .”
“University library?” Oliver questioned.
“Metropolis Public Library actually,” Clark told him. “We’re going to go after lunch.”
“Well have fun,” Oliver responded cheerfully.
“Maybe sometime this weekend, we can hang out,” Clark offered, “Or . . . something. If you’re free that is.”
“I’m definitely free,” Oliver confirmed. “Give me a call later today and we’ll talk about it.” He paused. “But I should go now . . . I have a call on the other line. Have a good day, Clark.”
“You too, Ollie,” Clark said. After hanging up, he smiled. He mentally planned to keep Sunday open for Oliver. It would be a nice weekend after all.
That was the moment that Chloe and Lois chose to return. They had run out of coffee in the apartment and he heard them, okay . . . Lois, curse for a while before they left to get some from a nearby Starbucks.
He gave them a smile as they entered. “Hey girls.”
“Hey Clark,” Chloe greeted him.
“Hi Smallville,” Lois chipped in.
“How are you two doing?” he asked.
“Pretty good,” Lois replied, before Chloe could say anything. “What about you Smallville? I was surprised to see you hanging around this weekend.”
“I don’t go home every weekend, Lois,” Clark retorted. “I like to spend time with Kara, that’s all. Anyway, Chloe and I have a project so we’re going to the library after lunch.”
She smiled and nodded. “That’s cool; I’m not going to be around for lunch. Grant and I have plans.”
“Sounds fun,” Chloe said, finally getting a word in. “How are things going between you and Grant Lo?”
Lois shrugged. “I have no complaints. He’s a great guy.” But Clark could see the tiniest bit of doubt in her eyes, the same doubt that had been present every time she mentioned Grant. Well, every time Grant was brought up since Oliver returned.
The thought made Clark’s stomach tighten a little. But he pushed it off and tried to do his best to keep up his side of the conversation. Fortunately, he didn’t have to suffer for long because soon, Lois was off to get ready for her date.
He made lunch for Chloe and himself before they headed off to the library. Searching the stacks, Clark couldn't have been more pleased that the subjects he needed were actually available.
After awhile he and Chloe made the decision to split up, deciding to meet up in about thirty minutes. He wandered around for a bit, occasionally picking up a few novels that sounded interesting. How he found himself at the section carrying books on archery, he didn’t know. But he was there and decided to browse a bit. Archery always made him think of Oliver.
Suddenly, he was pulled behind the shelves. When he was pressed against the side of one of them, he found he couldn’t scream. Too shocked at the quickness of the situation, he could barely move let alone think clearly enough to react.
But screaming or saying anything wouldn’t have been possible anyway because a soft pair of lips covered his before he could speak. Then he relaxed, immediately recognizing the owner of the mouth that was currently exploring his own.
A need for air separated them and Clark looked into mischievous brown eyes and shook his head. “You’re really awful, you know that?”
“What can I say?” Oliver replied, laughing, “I’ve always wanted to make out in a library.”
“Somebody could’ve seen us!” Clark said, realizing where they were.
“Not possible,” Oliver said, “Look around you, nobody comes to this side of the library.” Clark knew he was right but he couldn’t help the blush that stained his cheeks.
“So, what, you were stalking me around the library?” Clark teased.
“Not the entire library,” Oliver responded. “Just . . . part of it. Besides, you volunteered the information so I think subconsciously, you wanted me to come here. Besides, what were you doing in the archery section anyway?”
“Well,” Clark started but found he didn’t have a decent defense. “I just . . .”
“No need to explain,” Oliver said. “I am quite flattered.”
“Is there no end to your ego?” Clark asked, smiling.
Oliver paused, looking like he was considering the question seriously. “No . . . no, I don’t think so.”
Clark laughed. Then a naughty grin appeared on his face.
“What is going on in that mind of yours?” Oliver asked, seeing the change of expression.
“Well,” Clark said, wrapping his arms around Oliver, pulling him closer to him, “I was just thinking . . . you said you wanted to make out in a library. I hardly think that one kiss counts as making out, do you?”
“Ahh,” Oliver said, catching on. “Very true.”
“And you don’t want to attempt to do things half heartedly,” Clark said, trying to keep a straight face.
“Of course not,” Oliver said, just as serious but the twinkle in his eyes gave away his amusement.
“But don’t worry,” Clark said, closing the gap between them, “I’m sure we can just as easily fix your mistake together.”
“That’s what I was counting on,” Oliver replied and brought his lips back to Clark’s.
People may have come and gone but Clark wouldn’t have even noticed, too wrapped up in Oliver’s embrace to even care.
It was Chloe’s voice that broke through though.
Immediately, Clark pulled away and looked around. He put a finger to Oliver’s lips to keep him quiet and then peeked into the aisle. As he suspected, Chloe was on the other end.
“I’ll see you later,” Oliver said, giving him a quick peck and then he was gone.
Clark straightened himself up and walked toward his best friend.
“Hey Chlo,” he greeted her, as if he hadn’t just been kissing Oliver but just searching for books.
“Hey Clark,” Chloe said, “Did you forget that we were supposed to meet back in 30 minutes?”
“Oh yeah,” Clark said, feigning ignorance, which wasn’t that hard, because he had indeed lost track of time. “I guess I lost track of time. Sorry about that . . . I hope you didn’t waste too much time looking for me.” He gave her an apologetic smile and she smiled back, seemingly not upset . . . and fortunately, not suspicious of his lie.
“Don’t worry,” Chloe told him. “I figured you forgot.” She glanced around at the book titles. “Since when were you interested in archery?”
“Oliver was telling me that there is an archery course at MU,” Clark lied, “I was thinking of taking it . . .I found some free time.”
“It seems that our favorite blonde archer is having an influence on you after all,” Chloe joked. “Well, that’s great. But archery isn’t easy, you know. But I doubt you’d have too much problem.”
“I’m sure Oliver can help me I need it,” Clark said, “It just sounded interesting. I’m not even sure if I’m going to enroll.”
“Well, whatever you decide,” Chloe commented, shrugging. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah, let’s go,” Clark agreed and followed her out of the aisle. They began to head in the direction of the check out counter.
“Clark,” Chloe said, “You look a little flushed. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Clark assured her. “It must be the lights or something . . .”
“The lights?” Chloe said, for the first time looking suspicious. She frowned. “I guess. But you should see how you’re feeling when we get home.” He nodded and promised to do just that.
“But you’re okay?” Chloe asked again.
He briefly glanced back at the area where he had just recently occupied with Oliver and smiled.
“Trust me, Chloe, I’m just fine.” Boy was he ever.