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
Hi, you’ve reached Clark at his cell. I can’t get to the phone right now but leave me a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.
“Clark, it’s Oliver,” Oliver said, “I’m sorry I didn’t call you back last night. I had plans and I didn’t even hear my cell phone. Anyway, give me a call and maybe we can do something today. Talk to you soon.”
Hanging up, Oliver frowned at the phone. He had been highly disappointed when he returned home to find that Clark had left messages. God knows he would have rather been having dinner with Clark than attend that boring party. But by the time he had gotten home, it had been really late and he was too exhausted to do anything but sleep.
How he managed to survive those long hours, he had no idea. He hated being around those tedious, self-centered corporate executives who cared about nothing but themselves and their money. Oliver was proud of keeping his parents’ company running and upholding the Queen name. But sometimes, it was frustrating working in the business world.
Not that there weren’t perks. He was very grateful for his cushy life but that didn’t mean he didn't have any issues.
Like when he missed out on quality Clark time because had these type of obligations. Oliver rubbed his forehead and wondered why Clark wasn’t picking up his phone. Part of him wanted to call the apartment but he was too worried that Lois or Chloe would pick up.
Both girls knew about Clark and his friendship but he didn’t want to raise suspicions by calling him on a Sunday morning.
Kara was the only one who knew about what they were really doing and when Clark admitted that he told her, he had actually been relieved. He knew that she would cover for them to Chloe and Lois. And with the amount of time they spent together, Oliver knew that they would need a cover from time to time.
He had seen Clark more in the past two weeks than the entire few months that he was in Smallville previously combined. Not that he was complaining . . . being with Clark relaxed him. They had a full disclosure policy and the lack of lies within their relationship took away the stress. Clark didn’t judge him and he believed he could tell the brunette anything. It warmed his heart that Clark felt the same.
In fact, they had been spending so much time together it was almost odd when he woke up alone that morning. And he felt strangely incomplete without Clark beside him. Don’t be silly, the two of you are just friends with benefits. Which means, you can be buddies and have sex. There is no point in getting all mushy. What would Clark say if he heard your thoughts?
He’d probably be worried that Oliver was getting in too deep with their arrangement. Then, that may result in him freaking out and pushing Oliver away. And there was no way that Oliver wanted that to happen.
Besides, he was happy with their current arrangement. What they were doing was good enough and he didn’t need more.
Clark had heard the phone ring and checking the caller id, he found out it was Oliver. But he hadn’t picked it up. Not when he had no idea what to say. Fortunately, Chloe and Lois had just left so they weren’t around to witness his strange behavior.
He had never been so confused before. It was him who had told Oliver he didn’t want a relationship but then, he was getting jealous when he saw Ollie with another woman. Over the past hour, his mind had been bringing up all types of unwanted images, most of them involving Oliver having sex with the model.
Especially after he got Oliver’s message. The blonde “had not heard his cell” which made Clark wonder what exactly he was up to. Which led back to the images of Oliver and the woman.
And it drove him crazy. He had already set the Daily Planet issue on fire, his rage having taken control. Thank God he was able to put it out just as quickly so there was no damage done.
Avoiding Oliver seemed like a good idea. He knew the blonde would figure it out but at least for a little while, he could avoid a confrontation. Maybe during that time he would be able to collect his thoughts so that when he did have to face Oliver, he would have something prepared and not come off sounding like a total idiot.
The avoidance tactic worked . . . for a couple of days actually. Clark was surprised at how easily ducking Oliver was and how hard he had previously worked to include the blonde into his schedule. Phone calls were avoided and the best part was that he knew Oliver would never come to the apartment because he didn’t want to take the chance on running into Lois.
Most of the time, it was him who wanted to break. It took all his willpower not to go running to the penthouse to see Oliver. He was shocked at how much he missed the blonde. The only time he saw him when he was trailing him on his patrol. Because even if he didn’t want to see Oliver, he cared about his safety. This time, he was much more discreet.
His avoidance tactics worked for a couple of days. With each passing day, Oliver’s messages were getting more frustrated and apparently, the blonde had obtained his schedule. Because he stepped out of class one day to see him standing there, a few feet away. Oliver was even dressed casually and he could’ve been mistaken for a college student.
Fortunately, he saw Oliver before the older man saw him so he ducked into a crowd and ran off when he got the chance.
It was that same day that the confrontation took place.
He was studying for his upcoming midterm when he heard a knock at the door. Who could that be? Not thinking much of it, he went to open the door.
When he swung the door open, his heart stopped.
Because standing on the other side was the one person he didn’t want to see and the last person he had expected.
Oliver shot him a small smile. “Can I come in?”
No. “Yeah, come on in,” Clark managed to say, moving out of the way so he could get past him. Closing the door after Oliver made his way inside, he stared at Oliver.
“Have a seat,” Clark said, his tone not betraying any of the anxiety he felt. Oliver sat on the couch. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, I’m fine,” Oliver said. His tone was friendly enough but there was an underlying stiffness that Clark couldn’t ignore.
Taking a seat in a chair across from him, he forced a smile. “So what’s up? This is a surprise.”
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Is it really?”
“I wasn’t expecting you,” Clark lied.
“You weren’t expecting me,” Oliver repeated incredulously. “Despite that I have calling you several times a day for the past couple of days and you’ve been avoiding me? Despite the fact I came to see you after your class today and you ran in the other direction?” So he did see me. “Yes, I saw you, Clark. A little too late but I did see you.”
“I . . .,” Clark stuttered and quickly found he didn’t have an excuse.
“What I want to know is why you’ve been avoiding me,” Oliver stated.
“I didn’t think you’d notice,” Clark muttered. Another blatant lie.
“Clark I’ve seen you every day for the past couple of weeks,” Oliver reminded him. “You suddenly disappearing is something I’m going to notice.”
“I’ve been busy,” Clark said.
“Too busy to even make a phone call?” Oliver asked disbelievingly. “Come on, Clark . . . what’s going on?”
“I don’t have to tell you everything you know,” Clark said hotly.
“Funny,” Oliver said sarcastically, “I thought we passed the lying stage of this relationship.”
“Clearly we haven’t reached full disclosure though,” Clark retorted. “By the way, how was your date?”
Oliver looked taken aback. “My date?”
“Yes, your date,” Clark repeated, emphasizing the word. “Veronica? The woman that was practically draped all over you? The Planet had a picture of the two of you.”
“I saw that picture,” Oliver said icily. “And I hardly believed barely touching is equivalent to being all over each other. It was a corporate party . . .”
“Well when I said I’d call later, you never mentioned it,” Clark pointed out.
“That’s because I didn’t remember,” Oliver told him. “Veronica is a friend and she was doing me a favor.”
“How many ‘favors’ did she do you that night?” Clark questioned bitterly.
“Not as many as you did me the previous night,” Oliver snapped, finally losing his cool. “She just accompanied me to the party . . . that was it.”
“Is that why you didn’t pick up your phone?” Clark wanted to know. He knew he was acting immature but he couldn’t stop the words from flowing out.
“No, that was because I was surrounded by businessmen and women who kept chattering,” Oliver countered. “I put my phone on silent and I think it would’ve been rude to take a phone call in the middle of a conversation.”
“Whatever, Ollie,” Clark muttered.
“Careful Clark,” Oliver warned, “You’re starting to sound jealous. Even if it was a real date, it shouldn’t matter. Because if you remember, we don’t have a real relationship. And if I remember correctly, it was you who suggested the friends with benefits situation. You got to make up your mind.”
“I don’t want a real relationship,” Clark argued. “I just want the truth . . .” He stood up. “You know what? Forget this, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Fine,” Oliver said, standing up too, “I’m obviously not getting anywhere with you. Avoid me for all I care . . .” With that, Oliver stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Clark sat on the couch again and groaned. Oh God, did that really happen? He had not meant for it to go out of control but he had just been so full of anger . . . and jealousy.
Oliver was angry now too so how would this affect them? Would Oliver decide that it wasn’t worth it? Now that he knew what it was like to be with Oliver, he didn’t know if he could back to just being friends.
“Whatever,” Clark muttered furiously. “I don’t need him.”
Maybe if he said that enough, he’d be able to believe it.
I can’t believe that just happened. After he stormed out of Clark’s apartment, he felt as though he was moving on autopilot. How he managed to get home, he didn’t recall. He couldn’t believe that he had actually said some of those things to Clark. Clark had made some nasty comments too. If Oliver didn’t know better, Clark was jealous of Veronica, of what he thought happened with Veronica.
But he knew that they weren’t exclusive. Didn’t he? They never really talked about it. Both of them had just dived into the relationship without thinking. After that short conversation and kiss, neither of them looked back.
I should’ve been more understanding. Neither of them had ever engaged in a casual sex type of relationship and this was new to them, especially Clark, who had probably grown up hearing how sex was for marriage.
He shouldn’t have snapped at me though. Oliver was hurt by Clark’s accusations. Did he think Oliver was some kind of playboy? A slut who jumped from bed to bed? That was what stabbed him right in the heart- Clark’s apparent low opinion of Oliver’s character, after all the time they had spent together.
I knew this was a mistake. And now, because he had given in to his desires, he may end up losing Clark forever, as both a lover and a friend.
Clark did his best to keep his mind off Oliver but it was easier said than done. The blonde was on his mind 24/7. He could tell that Chloe was worried about him but he managed to brush off her concern.
He tried to focus on school and the newspaper. To completely avoid him, he even stopped following Oliver’s patrols. That made him read the paper even more intently, to make sure that the Green Arrow was still alive. But he refused to check up on the blonde himself.
As per his word, Oliver hadn’t made an attempt to contact Clark since their falling out. And Clark hadn’t done anything either. He hated that he was losing such a good friend over this but his pride was not allowing him to go talk to Oliver.
For the first time, he was not happy when Friday approached. Because it would be the first whole weekend in a few weeks that he would not see Oliver. And he would have way too much free time and most of that free time would end up being spent thinking about Oliver.
As he exited his last class of the day, he heard a voice calling his name. Turning around, he smiled as he saw one of his classmates rushing after him.
“Clark!” Her name was Angela and he had been partners with her before. She was a nice woman and very attractive, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
“Hey Angela,” he greeted her. “What’s up?”
“Oh, I was just wondering if you had any plans now,” Angela said.
“Nope, I am free,” Clark told her, fully aware where her questions were going to lead. This will prove once and for all that I don’t need Oliver. If he can go out with other women, so can I.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go out to coffee . . . like now,” Angela asked, smiling flirtatiously.
“I would love to,” Clark replied with a grin. This is right; you should go out with girls. Besides, it’s not a real date anyway. What you had with Oliver had to end sometime, right?
Even with his reservations, he found himself having a good time with Angela. She was easy to talk to and that’s why when she suggested they go to a club that night, he agreed.
They agreed to meet at a popular club that wasn’t too far from campus. Clark first went home to get changed and was surprised to see both Lois and Chloe there when he arrived.
“Where are you off to in such a rush?” Lois asked, as he rushed past her.
“I’m meeting someone at a club,” Clark explained.
“A female someone?” Lois wanted to know. Even Chloe looked intrigued.
“Yes, Lois, her name is Angela,” Clark told her.
“Smallville has a date!” Lois exclaimed, “That’s exciting. I’m so proud of you.”
He grinned and headed to his room, picking out an appropriate outfit. He settled on a dark green shirt that brought out his eyes and tight black jeans.
When he reappeared, both Chloe and Lois gave their compliments.
“Have a nice night girls,” he said, “See you later.”
“Have fun Clark,” they chimed together. Don’t worry, I plan to.
Clark made it to the club just in time. Angela showed up the same time as he did. She looked gorgeous in a baby blue halter and a black miniskirt.
“You look beautiful,” he told her.
“Thanks,” she said with a warm smile. “You look good too.”
“Thanks,” Clark replied. He held out his hand. “Shall we?”
“We shall,” Angela said, taking the offered hand.
The club was packed and it was lots of fun. He danced a lot, most of the time with Angela. There were a few times where they got separated but they found their way back to each other. But no matter how much fun he was having with her, something was missing.
She was a great girl but she wasn’t Oliver and with every dance, he found himself missing the blonde more and more.
Angela had had a few drinks and as the night progressed, he found she was getting friskier. He tried to be careful not to encourage her but he didn’t want to hurt her either. I shouldn’t have agreed to this. What was I thinking?
By the time they left, it was well past midnight. Being the gentleman his mother raised him to be, he called a cab and had them drop her off at her apartment. He walked her in to make sure she got there safe.
At her door, he forced a smile.
“Thanks for taking me home,” Angela said.
“You’re welcome,” Clark said, feeling a little awkward. “I had a great time tonight.”
“Me too,” Angela said, “But the night doesn’t have to end.” Before he could protest, she kissed him.
Instinctively, he kissed her back but it just didn’t feel right. He pulled away slowly.
“You want to come in?” Angela asked suggestively.
“I can’t,” Clark said, knowing that he had to be careful with his next words. “Angela, you’re a nice woman and I like you . . .”
“But you just don’t feel anything more,” Angela finished. She sighed. “I knew it.”
He smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry . . . I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“You’re one of a kind, Clark Kent,” Angela declared. “But we can be friends?”
“That’d be nice,” Clark said.
“Good night, Clark,” she said and entered her apartment.
“Good night,” he murmured and left, without a look back. He made the right decision, he just knew it.
Chloe and Lois were asleep by the time he returned home, which was a relief to him because he didn’t want to answer any of their questions. And knowing Lois, she would have a lot of them.
Sleep, however, did not come easily. He had had a sexy woman coming on to him and all he could think of was Oliver. What was wrong with him?
He tossed and turned for hours before he dozed off. By the time he woke up, he found it was past 11.
Chloe and Lois were both out so he was alone for the day. That was good . . . he needed some time to get his thoughts together.
Most of the day was spent contemplating his choices and what he should do. At last, he decided he would go talk to Oliver. Most of his statements, if not all, had been unwarranted and the blonde really deserved an apology.
Taking a deep breath, he walked to the exit, prepared to leave. Opening the door, he froze. Oliver was standing there, looking like he was getting ready to knock.
“Hi,” Clark said.
“Hi there,” Oliver replied.
“Umm . . . I was just coming to see you,” Clark confessed.
“It seems we have the same idea then,” Oliver commented, smiling.
“Come on in,” Clark said and Oliver followed him inside.
“Clark,” Oliver said at the same time Clark said, “Oliver.”
“You go first,” Oliver said.
“I want to apologize,” Clark said, biting his lip. “I was completely out of line.”
“Clark . . .” Oliver tried but Clark was quick to cut him off.
“No, Ollie, I was wrong,” Clark said. “I was being stupid . . . and I didn’t mean any of it. I’m just not used to this kind of relationship and I didn’t know what to do . . .”
“I’m sorry for what I said too,” Oliver responded, “In your defense, we never talked about this,” Oliver said. “I mean, we knew that it was supposed to be a friends with benefits thing but we never discussed what would happen if we went out with someone else.”
“We should talk about that,” Clark noted.
“Does that mean we’re still . . .?” Oliver trailed off but what he was asking was clear.
“I want to,” Clark said honestly. “You’re not mad anymore?”
“No, definitely not,” Oliver assured him. “But what do we do?”
“We’re not exclusive,” Clark said, “I think that it doesn’t hurt if we go out with other people . . .”
“But maybe we can tell each other if we are,” Oliver added. “Just so there are no surprises . . . that would fall in the friends part of the relationship.”
Clark smiled, a genuine smile for the first time in days. “I agree.”
“And should either of us ever get into a real relationship,” Oliver stated.
“We’ll end this,” Clark said softly. Even though he didn’t like to think about that.
“I think we’re good,” Oliver said, pleased.
Clark smiled again and closed the distance between them. Pulling Oliver into his arms, he captured his lips, engaging him in what quickly grew to be a passionate kiss.
When they needed air, they separated. “Now, we’re good.”
Oliver laughed but made no motion to move out of his embrace.
“Your roommates aren’t home are they?” Oliver asked, a mischievous look in his eyes. “They won’t be back anytime soon?”
“It’s just me,” Clark said. “And no, they won’t be home for a while.”
“Then,” Oliver said, “What do you say we move this to your bedroom?”
“I like that idea,” Clark said and tugged Oliver’s arm, leading him to his room.
Closing the door behind him, Clark kissed Oliver again. And as they fell on the bed, Clark finally felt complete again.
Hours later, they laid on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, exhausted but content. Clark couldn’t stop the grin on his face.
“That,” Oliver said, nipping his lip, “I definitely missed.”
“Me too,” Clark said, ready to lean in for another kiss.
But a voice cut them off.
“OH MY GOD!”
Clark and Oliver split apart and looked up to see Chloe standing at the doorway, eyes wide. Apparently, he forgot to lock the door. Seeing her shocked expression, Clark’s heart sank.
Oh shit. They were in trouble now.