Story: Forever May Not Be Long Enough
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Chloe/Jimmy, mentions of past Clana, Lexana & Lollie
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: season 7 (parts of it is true, others I made up)
Summary: After graduation, Clark knows he needs to go for his training and it causes him to make some tough choices.
Previous Chapters: Here
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Clark asked again.
“Look, Clark, you’re doing well with this plan so far,” Chloe said. “But to take it to the next step, this is what you’ll have to do.”
“But I thought I’m trying to make him suspicious?” Clark asked.
“This will,” Chloe assured him. “The suspicion is already there . . . between your distant behavior and that phone call, he’s really starting to have his doubts. But now, it’s time for the ‘acting guilty and showing too much affection’ part. When one person in the relationship is straying, they usually compensate by acting really lovey dovey and showering the other one with gifts. It is in all the tv shows, books and movies . . . Oliver will definitely catch on.”
“If you say so Chlo,” Clark said doubtfully.
Chloe checked her watch. “Okay, I’ve done the planning and it’s your turn. Good luck, Clark.”
“Thanks,” Clark said. “I think I’ll need it.”
He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do. It was time for Phase 4.
Oliver hung up, after speaking to his vice president. That’s it, I’m done for the week. It was Friday evening and he was going to relax. He didn’t do it very often but his life was a mess so he figured he deserved a break.
He wandered toward the kitchen and frowned. Maybe he should’ve kept a cook around here. Previously, he wasn’t around long enough at a stretch to make use of one. When he was there, it was Clark and he switching off on cooking duty. Right now, he was too lazy to do anything. Take out it is then.
“You look exhausted,” a voice commented from behind him. He spun around to see Clark, with a grin on his face and a few bags in his hand. And whatever he was carrying smelled good.
“It’s been a long day,” Oliver said, unsure of what to expect.
“I can imagine,” Clark agreed cheerfully. “I brought food from that Italian place we like so much.” He pulled out boxes from one of the bags. “I’m going to put the gelato in the fridge.”
“Gelato?” Oliver repeated, his stomach growling. Clark shot another smile his way and nodded before walking to the freezer.
“It’s not mom’s pie but it’ll do,” Clark declared. He unpacked the second bag and left the third one resting on the floor.
“I rushed back here,” Clark told him, “So the food should be warm.”
“I didn’t think you would be back tonight,” Oliver said slowly.
Clark stopped what he was doing and bit his lip, guilt creasing his features. “Yeah . . . about this afternoon . . . and basically, the past couple weeks. I’m really sorry Ollie. I was a complete jerk and I don’t know what came over me.”
Oliver wasn’t convinced. Does he really think it’s going to be that easy? Outside, he remained stoic though his heart was doing back flips, more than eager to accept Clark’s attempt at an apology.
“So this,” Oliver said, gesturing to the food, “Is it supposed to be some sort of peace offering?”
Clark blushed. “It’s not completely a peace offering but it’s a start. I really want things to go back to the way they were before.” He met Oliver’s gaze, hope written all over his expression.
Oliver wanted to shout, to reject Clark as he had been doing to him over the past couple of weeks. Put him through that same misery he had been feeling every time he was turned away.
But one glance into those green eyes and he was gone. That endearing look on his face tugged at Oliver’s heartstrings. Not to mention Clark looked good.
He had been so upset before that he didn’t take a good look at him. Now he was looking and he was liking what he saw. Clark had long abandoned the daily blue shirt, red jacket and jeans combo. There were times where he reverted to those clothes but now, he definitely dressed better.
Currently, he was wearing a pair of well fitting jeans and tight green, half-sleeved shirt. Suddenly, Oliver found that he wasn’t hungry anymore . . . at least not for food.
“Oliver?” Clark said. Giving Clark one of his traditional smirks, he slowly made his way toward him.
What are you doing? He’s hurt you, so many times. Well, forget that. He’d deal with those issues later. Right now, he was being reminded that he hadn’t been laid in weeks. When you had a boyfriend that looked like Clark, that was just unacceptable. Sex was important and the best way, in Oliver’s eyes, to fix their relationship was to make sure the physical attraction was still there.
“Oliver?” Clark repeated, anxiety creeping in his voice.
But Oliver just continued to close the distance between them, until he had Clark pressed up against the counter.
“Ollie,” Clark tried again but Oliver wouldn’t let him speak.
“Ssshh,” Oliver said, putting a hand on Clark’s mouth. “I think dinner can wait, don’t you?” He removed his hand and captured Clark’s lips with his own. Clark responded instantaneously, moaning into Oliver’s mouth, while increasing the intensity of the kiss.
I missed this. And he had. The taste of Clark’s mouth was one that he had to go too long without. Clark encircled his arms around Oliver’s back, pressing their bodies together.
Only when the need for air arouse did Oliver pull away. Resting his forehead against Clark’s, he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. Clark still was attracted to him. And damn it if it wasn’t the ego booster he desperately needed.
“I think,” Clark said breathlessly. “You were right about dinner.”
“Mhmmm,” Oliver said, trailing kisses down Clark’s neck. “I’m always right . . . you should listen to me more often.”
“Bedroom?” Clark suggested, as Oliver worked on getting Clark’s shirt off.
“Too far,” Oliver protested, freeing Clark of his shirt. “I want you now.” A flash and Oliver found himself flat on his back, naked, in their bed.
“You were saying?” Clark teased, straddling his hips.
“You really want to keep talking?” Oliver questioned and Clark just shook his head.
“No,” he said softly and met Oliver’s lips once again. And no more words were needed.
Eventually, they got to the food but that was only hours later. Oliver was more than happy staying in bed, making up for lost time with Clark.
And he couldn’t describe the feeling of waking up in Clark’s arms the next morning. He blinked a few times and even pinched himself, to make sure that last night was not just a dream. That Clark was really there and he was not alone, like he had been almost every night previous.
It was early still so Oliver closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. Only to awaken a few hours later. But this time he found himself alone. Oh, no, it wasn’t really a dream was it?
It couldn’t have been. The memories were too real for it to have been just a dream. He slowly got out of bed and slipped into a pair of jeans and a shirt. His next stop was the kitchen and the sight that greeted him once he got there brought a smile to his face. Clark was standing by the stove, wearing jeans and no shirt, making breakfast.
“I was going to berate you for leaving me alone,” Oliver started, getting Clark’s attention. “But it seems that you have a good excuse so I’ll forgive you.”
Clark sent a cheeky smile his way. “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” He pouted.
Oliver smiled. “We can have breakfast . . . and then go back to bed.”
Clark beamed. “I like the way you think, Mr. Queen.”
“Maybe I can share some of my thoughts with you later on,” Oliver suggested, with a wink. A slight blush and a small smile was what he got in response.
He may be smiling but on the inside, he was slowly dying. I just knew this part of the plan wouldn’t work out . . . it just makes everything more difficult. But Clark tried not to show any of his pain. However, he couldn’t help how he felt.
Last night was incredible. Just remembering Oliver’s mouth on his and the feel of Oliver’s hands on his body made him wish he could stay. Made him want to ignore his training all together and spend forever in Oliver’s arms.
If only things were different. But they weren’t and he had to continue with his plan. Chloe knew more about these plans than he did so he would take her word that this would work.
He had been taken aback by what happened last night. Never had he expected for Oliver to take him to bed. Not that he was complaining. If they were going to part, it was nice that they had one more night that he could store in his memories and cherish when he was feeling lonely.
Then again, that was later and he had to focus on the present. Before Oliver got suspicious for all the wrong reasons.
He turned back to his cooking. “Are you okay with French toast?”
“Sounds good to me,” Oliver replied. “Do you need any help?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” Clark assured him. He finished making breakfast for the two of them shortly after and they ate in silence.
The minute they were finished, Oliver was back to his flirty self and immediately asked Clark whether he had showered. When he answered in the negative, Oliver made it a point to suggest that they save water and shower together. Which Clark was only too happy to take him up on.
Part of him knew that this would only hurt them both even more in the long run but he gave into his selfish desires. One thing was certain: it was the first time he had ever spent one hour in the shower.
Spending the day with Oliver was a lot of fun. It took him back to a time where his training was not a threat. His heart wrenched at the pure joy he saw on Ollie’s face when he found out Clark was not going out that day. There was no way he was going to have to act guilty . . . he was certain it would come naturally.
They didn’t do anything extravagant-just hung out, watching movies and chatting about superficial topics. Like Chloe instructed, Clark acted overly affectionate. It wasn’t difficult though when all of him wanted to just hold Oliver close and never let him go. Oliver seemed to enjoy the attention but he could tell that at moments, he was wary of Clark’s behavior.
Everything is going according to plan. Come on, Kent, don’t chicken out now. Only a few more weeks . . . you can do this. And maybe if he said it enough times, he would believe it.
Oliver was experiencing pure bliss. Or at least, he thought he was. Clark was pouring all this love and attention onto him . . . a little too much love and attention in fact. He didn’t want to question his boyfriend’s sincerity but some of Clark’s actions that day sent off alarms in his head. It was almost as if Clark was trying too hard.
He understood that Clark was probably trying to make up for his past behavior but something in Oliver told him it was not just that. At times, when Clark thought he wasn’t looking, he would see him staring at him with what appeared to be guilt written all over his expression.
Which brought up a question . . . what would Clark need to feel guilty about? Julia, his mind supplied, remember her?
Oliver’s stomach sank. No, Clark could not be . . . he wouldn’t . . . No. Could he?
Clark could tell that Oliver’s mind was going in the direction he wanted it to go by the end of the night. He had no idea why Oliver was holding back . . . it wasn’t like him to refrain from speaking his mind. The only conclusion he drew was that Oliver didn’t want to spoil the day and was reserving the questions for another day.
The tension was building though . . . when they broke up, it was going to be ugly. And he had no idea how he was going to handle it.
That night, Oliver did not get much sleep. His doubts were replaying in his mind, keeping him up. Somehow, he managed to doze off but much to his surprise, when he got up, Clark again was not around.
This is getting kind of annoying. He remembered Clark wanting to surprise him with breakfast in bed the morning before. Maybe he was trying again. Still, he wanted to check. He climbed out of bed, heading straight for the kitchen. Much to his displeasure, Clark was not in the kitchen. In fact, he was nowhere in the penthouse.
There was, however, a box sitting on his desk near the elevator. Curious, he approached it and was surprised to see his name on it. Attached to the box was a note.
Ollie, we were out of eggs- went to the store to get some. Be back soon! Love you, Clark.
But what about the box? He flipped the note over and smiled.
P.S. Yes, the box is a present and yes, it is for you. It’s not much but I thought you’d like it. Enjoy!
A present for him? This was all very unusual. First, Clark was taking a while to get eggs, which by no means was a necessity and could be gotten later. Now, he was giving him presents out of the blue.
Didn’t stop him from opening the present to see what it was. He always did love presents. Opening the box, he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. Picking up the present, he grinned.
Because he was currently staring at what was apparently a Green Arrow action figure. He even came with his own little bow and arrow.
Normally the gift would’ve warmed his heart . . . random presents was such a Clark thing to do. Yet, now, it was different.
“I see you got your present.” Startled, he looked up. It seemed Clark was really getting better at showing up quietly.
“What’s the occasion?” Oliver questioned.
“No occasion,” Clark said, placing the bags on the table. “Just thought of you when I saw it and had to buy it. You don’t like it?” How could anyone resist those eyes? Oliver certainly was not strong enough.
“I do like it,” Oliver told him. “Very much so. It was just a little unexpected.”
“Best things in life are unexpected, Ollie,” Clark said. “It’s just a present . . . no need to over think it. Now you relax. I’m going to go make us omelets.”
Oliver didn’t say anything and watched Clark walk into the kitchen. Something was not right. And Oliver was going to find out exactly what it was.