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
What’s going on? Clark was confused as Oliver just held on tighter, as if he was worried that if he let go for a second, Clark would disappear.
It was nice to be held like this and he couldn’t resist returning the embrace but that didn’t mean he wasn’t confused about what was going on. The last thing he remembered was falling into the pond . . . the pond. The pond had kryptonite in it. Shouldn’t he be dead? That was when he took in Oliver’s soaked appearance.
Clark needed answers . . . the sooner, the better.
Reluctantly, he removed himself from Oliver and looked at him quizzically.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I think,” Kara stated and Clark took note of his cousin for the first time since he opened his eyes, “We should be asking you that question.”
Clark frowned, biting his lower lip. “Chloe found out signs that pointed to the emergence of a new Zoner. He was last spotted around this area so I came here. We had a confrontation and I managed to use the crystal on him but before he disappeared, he zapped me. The last thing I remember was flying into the pond and realizing that it was filled with kryptonite. Then I think I passed out.”
“Zoner?” Kara repeated. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to burden you,” Clark confessed, feeling guilty when he saw the pure concern in Kara’s bright blue eyes.
“That’s what I’m here for,” Kara declared. “I’m here to help you, to take care of you. From what you’ve told me, every encounter you’ve had with Zoners in the past have put you in a near death situation. I would’ve helped you . . .” She shook her head. “For all your talks on responsibility, this was highly irresponsible and reckless of you.”
Clark felt himself flushing. It had been a while since he had been on the receiving end of a lecture. But he knew Kara was right.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to scare anyone . . . I guess I wasn’t thinking.”
“You weren’t,” Kara agreed. “But it’s okay. You’re lucky Oliver noticed you missing.”
Clark turned his gaze back to the blonde. “Ollie?”
“You were supposed to me for lunch,” Oliver reminded him. “And you never showed.”
“I guess it slipped my mind,” Clark said.
“Yeah, well either way, when you didn’t show and didn’t pick up your cell phone, I went to search for you,” Oliver told him. “I checked the farm and you weren’t there so I headed to see Kara. She tracked you down by following your heartbeat.”
“But it was Oliver who saved you,” Kara added quickly. “I felt the kryptonite in the water and knew I couldn’t go in. Oliver didn’t even think twice before jumping in to rescue you.”
Clark felt a warm feeling spread through his body, despite how cold he was, at the idea of Oliver saving him.
“Kara did get the kryptonite out of your system though,” Oliver said, before Clark could say anything.
“It sounds like you both saved my life,” Clark stated, beaming at the blondes. “Thank you both.” He met Oliver’s eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you two.”
“We’re glad to be here for you, Clark,” Oliver said. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” he admitted. “A little weak.”
He felt Kara’s eyes scanning him and was worried when he saw the displeased look on her face.
“There’s still kryptonite in your system,” Kara told him. “The exposure to the sun is counteracting the kryptonite and I think it’s leaving, but the process is slow.”
“What do we do?” Oliver asked.
“Kal-El needs to rest,” Kara declared. “And he needs constant exposure to the sun until we’re certain he’s completely healed.”
She paused. “First of all, both of you need to get out of those wet clothes . . . with Kal-El’s already weakened state, he needs to be in as much warmth as he can get. And as for you, Oliver, we don’t want you to get sick too.”
Before Clark and Oliver could blink, Kara disappeared.
“Your cousin is definitely interesting, Clark,” Oliver commented with a small smile.
“That she is,” Clark replied, looking at the spot where Kara had just been standing.
“Where did she go?” Oliver wondered aloud. Clark just shrugged; Kara was impossible to read.
Before they could even question her disappearance, she was back, holding a bag and two sets of clothes.
“You need to get changed,” she instructed and handed them their clothes. “I’m sorry, I just went into each of your closets and picked something.”
The boys took the clothes from her gratefully.
“Anyway,” Kara said, with a teasing smile. “I think the two of you need some privacy to get dressed.” Clark felt his face heat up and Oliver just chuckled.
“The two of you will be okay, right?” Kara asked worriedly. “Do you need me to stick around?”
“I’ll take care of Clark,” Oliver promised.
“Call me if you need anything,” Kara instructed. They nodded in agreement.
“Thanks for everything Kara,” Clark said softly.
“That’s what I’m here for, Kal-El,” Kara told him. Giving them a small smile, she backed away and shot up into the air.
“Come on, you,” Oliver said, helping him to his feet. “We need to get you out of those clothes.”
Clark refrained from making a cheeky remark and slowly got up. Finding a secluded place in the woods, Clark made sure to keep watch while Oliver stripped down and changed. He had to keep his eyes from wandering to the little show the blonde was unintentionally putting on. Then again, knowing Oliver, he was probably doing it on purpose.
When he was certain the blonde was dressed, he turned toward him and smiled shyly.
“You didn’t have to look away, Clark,” Oliver joked. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
“Just keep an eye out while I get dressed,” Clark said.
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “I’d rather keep an eye on you,” he told him, leering slightly.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” Clark said, smiling. “Now turn around.”
Oliver pouted but did as he was told. “You know, Clark, if you wanted to stare at my ass, you could’ve just said so.”
Unable to resist, Clark swatted the aforementioned ass, causing Oliver to jump. “Well, well, well, you are naughtier than I thought.”
“Hush,” Clark said and proceeded to slip out of his wet clothes. Still weak, he took longer than usual but as he put on the fresh clothes, he felt better.
“Okay, I’m done,” Clark said.
Oliver grinned. “Shall we go then?”
“Sounds good,” Clark replied and after they put their wet clothes in the bag, they walked over to where Oliver left his motorcycle.
“This is cool,” Clark commented.
Oliver laughed. “Yes, well we need someway to get back and I’m not having you expend any energy by testing out your abilities.”
Handing Clark the spare helmet, he got on. Clark wore the helmet and sat behind Oliver. Within seconds, they were off, speeding back to Oliver’s penthouse.
Clark just held on to Oliver, liking that he had a valid excuse to hold on tightly to the blonde. He was extremely grateful that he hadn’t called and cancelled because otherwise, he knew he wouldn’t be alive.
As they reached the penthouse, Oliver treated him like he was made of glass, not taking his eyes off him for a second.
The first place they went to was Oliver’s bedroom and Oliver opened his windows, allowing the sunshine to stream inside. He made Clark rest on the bed, in a position so the sun was hitting him.
“You need to rest,” Oliver commanded.
“Oliver,” Clark protested, “I’m pretty sure all the kryptonite is gone . . . whatever was left probably left on the way here.”
“It doesn’t matter Clark,” Oliver insisted. “You almost died today and I refuse to take the risk of you wandering around with that stuff is still in your system. Just for tonight, take it easy.”
Clark was going to argue but meeting Oliver’s eyes, he saw that the blonde really had been scared for him. And he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.
Nodding, he relaxed into the bed. “Okay Ollie.”
Relief filled Oliver’s expression. “Just rest, Clark. And if you need anything, I’ll be here.”
Clark was surprised when he let out a yawn. It seemed he was more tired than he thought. Then again, it had been a long day.
“Rest, Clark,” Oliver repeated and Clark nodded, his eyes drifting shut, sleep overtaking him quickly.
Oliver stayed in the room, even after he was sure Clark was fast asleep. He just couldn’t take his eyes off the brunette. And that wasn’t because the younger man was beautiful in his sleep.
It truly frightened him at how close he had come to losing him. He flashbacked to the time when they had been trying to save Bart. The memories of that night and finding Clark on the ground, helpless, with all those meteor rocks around hit him hard.
After he pulled Clark out of the room, he had lashed out, but it was all a cover. All the time he had known Clark, the man had seemed invulnerable and to see him injured did something to Oliver. And it was just easier to be angry than show him how much he worried him.
Oliver’s thoughts drifted to the “what if” situations. What if he hadn’t gotten there in time and Clark had drowned? He shivered at the possibility.
Don’t do this to yourself, he’s safe . . . he’s alive and safe. But he couldn’t help it. Even seeing Clark sleeping soundly did nothing to push away the panic inside him at the idea of almost losing him. Clark Kent had come into his life and now, he couldn’t imagine his life without him . . . didn’t want to imagine his life without him.
To his surprise, even considering Clark not being a part of his life made his heart ache. To not see that smile and not hear that laugh . . . without even thinking, he leaned forward and caressed Clark’s cheek, his fingers brushing over the soft skin.
Clark smiled in his sleep and Oliver planted a gentle kiss to his forehead. Backing away, as so not to wake the brunette, he was content just watching Clark sleep.
Queen, when did you get to be such a sap? He had no idea, it was just having Clark around when he came so close to losing him for good . . . it just made his heart stop.
You do remember Clark is not your boyfriend right? Just friends with benefits . . . no need to be getting all sentimental. Well, technically, they weren’t just having sex. This caring fell under the friends part. Even if they weren’t having sex and were just friends, Oliver would be freaking out at Clark’s near death experience.
Not like this, you wouldn’t. Admit it, you just want to crawl into that bed and not just to have sex with him. That’s why you kept him at the penthouse.
It wasn’t possible . . . he was satisfied with their current arrangement. He didn’t want a relationship.
Whatever happened that afternoon was just messing with his head . . . that was it. Right. Exactly.
Then why wasn’t he convinced?
A shrill ringing snapped him out of his thoughts and he ran to the living room, tracking the sound to his cell phone.
“Queen,” he answered.
“Oliver, it’s Chloe,” the voice at the other end said. “Have you heard from Clark?”
Chloe. He couldn’t believe none of them had thought of her.
“Clark’s fine, Chloe,” Oliver replied. “I believe you know about his chasing after a Zoner.”
“Yeah,” Chloe said slowly. “I’ve tried calling his cell phone but he’s not picking up.”
Oliver sighed and filled her in on what had happened that day.
“He inhaled kryptonite?” Chloe repeated. “Are you sure he’s okay?”
“Yeah, Kara said that the kryptonite was leaving his system,” Oliver assured her. “He’s sleeping now and I’ve made sure he’s getting plenty of sun.”
“Thank God you were around Oliver and you noticed that he was missing,” Chloe exclaimed. “You saved his life.”
“I only did what anyone else would’ve done,” Oliver said modestly. “I’m just glad he’s okay.”
“Me too,” Chloe agreed. “Anyway, it just might be best to keep him with you for the rest of the day.”
“I plan to,” Oliver replied. “He’ll probably stay overnight too so don’t worry if he doesn’t come back.”
“Oliver, I don’t know if you remember, but Clark doesn’t spend most of his nights here anymore,” Chloe said, a teasing lilt to her voice.
Oliver was relieved that they were talking over the phone so she wasn’t able to see him blush. “I suppose you’re correct.”
“Clark probably hasn’t had the chance to tell you,” Chloe stated seriously, “But I just want you to know that I’m okay with your relationship . . . and I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
“I was never worried about you Watchtower,” Oliver replied. “But thanks.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I figured it would be Clark who is the paranoid one.”
“He is,” Oliver agreed, a note of affection for the brunette in his tone. Unknown to him, Chloe caught it and was smiling on the other end.
Just friends with benefits huh? Chloe had a sneaking suspicion there was more on both sides. It was jut a matter of getting two extremely dense and stubborn men to accept it.