Story: Accidentally in Love
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Chloe/Jimmy, Lollie mentions of past Lexana & Clana
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
Sometimes it was difficult having a best friend who had such a good memory. Because immediately after they got home, she checked Clark’s temperature and made sure he was okay. When he protested, she got into lecture mode.
“Clark Kent,” Chloe chided, “If you’re ill, it is far worse than any of us getting sick.” Realizing that there would be no winning with her, he just let her do what she had to. Fortunately, Chloe accepted he was fine fairly quickly and desisted.
That was when Lois showed up. “Hey gang,” she said cheerfully.
“What’s got you so happy?” Chloe asked suspiciously.
“We have plans tonight,” Lois declared.
“Who’s we?” Clark wanted to know.
“Chloe, you and me, Smallville,” Lois answered, with a smile.
Chloe raised an eyebrow. “What kind of plans?”
Lois leaned in, as if she was sharing an exciting secret. “Well, Delta Gamma Pi is having a party tonight. Lucky for me, I ran into one of the frat members and he invited us to the party!”
“Lois, I don’t even know anybody who is in Delta Gamma Pi,” Clark remarked.
“Well, if you want specifications, he invited me and said I could bring along friends,” Lois told him. “You’re my friends so I’m bringing you along!”
Seeing their uninterested expressions, she rolled her eyes. “I know neither of you have plans tonight so this will be fun. Come on, I don’t want to go by myself and Grant’s probably too busy at the Planet.”
“Sure Lois,” Chloe said. “I’ll come.”
“Great,” Lois said excitedly. She turned her gaze to Clark. “Smallville?”
“I don’t know Lois, you know me and parties,” Clark said, trying to find an excuse to get out. If he was honest, he would admit that he wanted them to go, so he could sneak off to Oliver’s place. See if the blonde was interested in picking up where they left off at the library. This time, no interruptions.
But Lois wasn’t about to let him go that easily. “Oh, come on Smallville. You have to meet people and be social. I won’t have you be alone anymore . . . you’re coming. Trust me, this is for your own good.”
He glanced at Chloe, a pleading look on his face. Chloe shrugged helplessly.
“Clark, maybe this will be good for you,” she suggested. “Just stay for a few hours and if you’re really having a horrible time, you can go.”
Knowing he was defeated, he sighed. “Fine . . . I guess a couple of hours couldn’t hurt.”
Lois beamed. “Great, but you better change out of those farm boy clothes. We have to dress to impress.”
Clark frowned. “Is this really worth it?”
Chloe nudged him. “Just tonight Clark. Do it for me.”
“All right, no farm boy clothes,” Clark agreed reluctantly.
“I’m going to go look for something to wear,” Lois said. “Chloe, if I were you, I’d help Clark. He may not be able to pick his own clothes.”
“I can pick out an outfit just fine,” Clark retorted. She smirked, before heading into her bedroom. Don’t even try it Lois, your smirk has nothing on Ollie’s.
Oh, great, nice work Clark. Become obsessed with him, why don’t you?
“Clark?” Chloe said, snapping him out of his thoughts. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” he assured her. “I should go get changed, don’t want to embarrass Lois.” He grinned. “As much fun as that would be.”
Chloe smacked him lightly. “You’re awful. But go on, I have to go pick out an outfit too.” Giving him a reassuring smile, she added “Don’t worry, Clark. It won’t be so bad.” Then she wandered off into her room.
That’s what you think. But he couldn’t back out now. Making his way to his bedroom, he scanned his closet for an appropriate outfit. Fortunately, before school started, Chloe had dragged him shopping, saying that he needed more clothes that weren’t red or blue.
So even though he wasn’t eager to go to this party, he was prepared. Picking out a pair of black jeans that he thought was too tight but Chloe loved and a black shirt, he was all set.
He emerged, ready, and was not surprised to see that he was the first one to get dressed. For him, it was simple. Chloe and Lois loved to spend hours picking out the perfect outfit. And if he knew Lois, she probably dragged Chloe with her to help her decide.
A half an hour later, Chloe and Lois made their appearances. Lois was stunned when she saw him.
“Smallville, you can pick out your own clothes,” she commented.
“Yes, isn’t it a miracle?” Clark asked sarcastically.
“You look good Clark,” Chloe said, before Lois and Clark could begin one of their infamous arguments.
“Thanks Chloe,” he responded. “Both of you look absolutely beautiful as well.”
They did. Lois had gone with a red halter-top and a denim miniskirt while Chloe had chosen a purple one-strap top and a knee length black skirt.
“Thanks Clark,” Chloe chirped while Lois smiled, pleased.
“We can take my car,” Chloe offered and they all agreed.
They got there in good time and the party was already under way when they arrived. Lois had said they were not supposed to go on time so they purposely had left late.
Almost immediately after they got there, they were separated. There was a huge crowd and Clark lost Chloe and Lois quickly. He could’ve found them if he wanted but decided that he would keep an ear out to make sure they were okay and let them have their fun.
Not wanting to be a loner, he tried to join in the party, accepting a few offers to dance. If it had been under any other circumstance, he probably would say he was having a good time. But when images of a gorgeous blonde were constantly popping up in his mind, it was hard to focus on anything else.
Finally, he gave in on his urge to leave. He found Chloe talking with a group of girls, who gave him flirty glances as he made his way over.
“Hey Chlo,” Clark greeted her. “I’m taking off, okay?”
She looked a bit surprised. “Okay, Clark. Do you want me to leave with you?”
“No way,” Clark said. “I will find my way back. You stay; you seem to be having a good time. I’ll see you at home.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the girls looking pouty that he wasn’t paying attention to them but he really didn’t want to start something.
“All right,” Chloe said. “But you had fun right? I mean, this wasn’t too painful for you?”
“No, it was cool,” Clark told her. “I just am going to head out now. You have fun. If you need me, give me a call, okay?” They both knew what that meant so no further explanation was needed.
“I will,” Chloe promised.
A quick goodbye and Clark was moving toward the exit. With the crowd, it took him another five minutes to just get out but once he was out the door, he was gone.
He didn’t even have to think; his feet led him to his destination and within minutes, he was at the Clock Tower.
Maybe I should’ve called first. Then again, if Oliver was busy, he would just leave.
Stepping into the elevator, he found he was a little nervous. Opening the door, he stepped inside cautiously.
“Oliver?” he called out to the empty penthouse.
Oliver appeared out of nowhere and smiled when he saw Clark. “Hi there.” Then he took a good look at him, purposely giving him a thorough once over, making Clark blush.
“Well, well, well,” Oliver said, “Should I be flattered and assume you dressed up for me?”
“Actually, this fraternity was having a party,” Clark admitted, “I went with Chloe and Lois.”
Oliver smiled. “That’s good, finally getting out are we?”
“More like forced out,” Clark said wryly. “Lois was quite persistent that I come and I couldn’t give her a suitable excuse. Then Chloe ganged up with her and I knew I was lost.”
“I wouldn’t want to go up against the Sullivan-Lane duo either,” Oliver agreed. “But the party can’t be over yet, can it? Was it not fun?”
“It was fun,” Clark told him. “But I don’t know, I just didn’t feel like I fit in there. So I left . . . and I came here to see what you were up to.” He bit his lip. “Are you busy? Because I can go . . .”
“No, stay,” Oliver responded. “I am not busy at all. It’s Saturday night, Clark, I was just relaxing.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go?” Clark asked again. “I mean, if you are relaxing . . .”
“I can relax with other people too Clark,” Oliver teased. “I’m really glad you stopped by . . . after all, we were cut off rather abruptly in the library.”
“Well, when you’re making out in a public area, you should expect some interruptions,” Clark pointed out, smiling.
“I didn’t hear you complaining though,” Oliver said, taking a few steps toward him.
Clark closed the remaining distance. “Trust me,” he said, “I wasn’t.”
“In fact,” he added, pulling Oliver close. “I wouldn’t mind continuing where we left off.”
Oliver’s eyes widened slightly but then he smirked. It was a lot sexier than when Lois was smirking, that was for sure.
“I would definitely be interested in that,” Oliver said and leaned in to meet Clark’s waiting lips.
It gets better every time. Oliver used his tongue to trace Clark’s bottom lip, causing Clark to open his mouth a little. Their tongues battled as the kiss grew passionate quickly.
More, want more. Clark had never been with a man before and the thought scared him just a bit but he knew he wanted Oliver to be his first.
Clark pulled away. Oliver was clearly confused. “Clark?”
“I’d like to keep going,” Clark said breathlessly. “But I’d rather continue in a bedroom, if you don’t mind.”
“Clark, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Oliver asked, brown eyes searching his expression.
“I’ve never been with a man before,” Clark confessed.
“We can take this slow, Clark,” Oliver said hurriedly. “There’s no rush.”
Green eyes met brown. “I know. But I want to . . . I want to do this and I want you to be my first.”
Oliver smiled. “Your wish is my command.” Then taking his hand, Oliver led Clark to his bedroom. Clark looked around the huge bedroom and his eyes fell on the king sized bed in the center of it.
“If you’re having second thoughts,” Oliver said from behind him. Clark spun around and covered Oliver’s mouth with his own, effectively cutting him off.
Only separating when they, or at least Oliver, needed air. Clark rested his forehead against Oliver’s.
“No doubts, no second thoughts,” Clark said. “I want you . . . all of you.”
Oliver smiled and wrapped his arms around Clark. “Then that is what you shall have.”
Their lips met again. Layers of clothing quickly fell to the floor and as each piece was removed, Clark lost a bit of his anxiety as well. It was easier to just let his desire for Oliver take over.
Lying on the bed naked, he moaned as Oliver trailed kisses down his chest. “Please Ollie . . .”
“Just relax,” Oliver told him, with a smile. “I’m not going anywhere.” Clark felt Oliver’s fingers enter him, one at a time, prodding and stretching him. God that feels good. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Oliver reach for a bottle.
Oliver withdrew his fingers a few seconds later but before Clark can question the action, he felt Oliver’s cock brush against his opening.
Clark groaned as Oliver slid into him, inch by inch, until they were one. Sprawled out on top of the brunette's body, Oliver's fingers joined with Clark's. Knowing this was the younger man's first time, he wanted to make sure that Clark felt connected in everyway possible.
Oliver pulled out only to push into him once again, his eyes never leaving Clark’s. The pace of his thrusts increased and Clark couldn’t tear his gaze off Oliver’s. It would be so easy to lose himself in those eyes. Just sex, Clark . . . remember the rules?
He wasn’t doing much thinking, more like enjoying the moment. Raising his hips, Clark let his hands wander, cupping Oliver’s ass, pushing him deeper within him. His throbbing erection rested between them, feeling neglected but Oliver was quick to rectify that.
Bringing Oliver's lips back to his, Clark continued to explore the blonde's mouth, delighting in his eagerness. It won't be long now, he thought. Oliver's skillful fingers were quick to wrap around his cock, pumping in a determined pace that had the brunette quickly losing control.
Oh, God. He cried Oliver’s name and came harder than he ever thought was possible. Two more thrusts and Oliver joined him, repeating his name like a mantra.
Oliver collapsed on top of him, his head resting on Clark’s shoulder and Clark wrapped his arms around the blonde.
His heart was racing. Wow. Sighing contently, he couldn’t stop the dorky smile from spreading across his face.
He felt a pair of soft lips against his shoulder and shifted his gaze, green eyes meeting brown.
“That was amazing,” Clark said.
“I second that,” Oliver replied with a smile.
“You were amazing,” Clark corrected, capturing Oliver’s lips in a deep kiss.
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” Oliver said, after they parted.
By chance, Clark’s eyes caught the time on the clock resting the dresser by Oliver’s bedside. His eyes widened slightly at the time.
“What’s wrong?” Oliver questioned, seeming the worry in his eyes.
“It’s just . . . Chloe and Lois will be coming home about now,” Clark admitted. “And I don’t know what they’ll do when they find out that I’m not there.”
“So you’re leaving?” Oliver asked, disappointment evident in his tone.
“I don’t want to leave,” Clark told him.
“Then stay,” Oliver suggested. “Call Kara, I’m sure you can get her to cover for you.”
Clark pondered the idea and nodded. Finding his phone, he dialed the familiar number and waited for Kara to pick up.
“Hello?” Kara’s sleepy voice answered.
“Hey Kara, it’s me,” Clark said. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
“Everything is fine,” Clark assured her. “Look, I need you to do me a favor.”
“Name it,” Kara said.
“Chloe may call you soon and ask where I am,” Clark instructed, “Could you tell her that I’m at the farm?”
“Where are you actually?” Kara wanted to know.
“With Oliver,” Clark said. “I’ll explain everything tomorrow. Just for now, please do this for me?”
“I will do that,” Kara promised. “But I’m expecting a good explanation.”
Clark laughed. “You’ll get it. Good night, Kara.”
“Good night,” Kara responded. Hanging up, he beamed at Oliver.
“I guess I can stay after all,” Clark said.
“Good,” Oliver said, with a slight growl to his voice. “Because I’m not quite done with you yet.”
“Is that so?” Clark challenged, a smile tugging at his lips. “Then it’s good for me that I’m not going anywhere.”
“Oh yeah,” Oliver said, “I plan to keep us busy for quite a while.” Clark laughed but Oliver’s lips on his shut him up.
And then there was no talking for the rest of the night.