Story: Accidentally in Love
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Oliver, Chloe/Jimmy, Lois/Oliver, 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
After hanging up with Chloe, Oliver went back to check on Clark. Seeing the brunette still sound asleep, Oliver smiled and headed to the living room.
Suddenly remembering that neither of them had eaten lunch, Oliver made his way to the kitchen. He was a good cook, if he said so himself, and he knew the brunette would be hungry when he woke up.
His specialty was Italian food and he was able to have a pasta cooking fairly quickly. Finding some bread and tomatoes, he managed to make bruschetta too. All in all, he was quite pleased with himself at the result.
Putting the food into serving dishes, he went back once more to see Clark. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he hated waking up the brunette but he really wanted him to eat something.
Stroking the soft locks, Oliver planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
Hearing Clark moan and stir, he moved back. The brunette opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times and seeing Ollie, smiled.
“Hey,” he said sleepily. “What’s up?”
“I hated to wake you up,” Oliver stated, “But I thought you should eat something. Then you can go back to sleep.”
Clark opened his mouth to say something but then his stomach grumbled, speaking for him, eliciting a chuckle from Oliver.
Blushing, Clark nodded. “Yeah, I think food sounds good.”
“You can rest,” Oliver stated, “I’ll bring the food here.”
Clark shook his head and moved to get up. “No, I’m fine . . . I’ll come with you.” Seeing Oliver’s skeptical expression, he sighed. “Don’t worry, Ollie, I’m really okay. I swear.”
“If you say so,” Oliver said doubtfully. Helping Clark out of bed, he led the younger man to the dining room.
“Sit here,” he instructed. “I’ll bring the food.”
“Can I help?” Clark offered and Oliver just smiled.
“I’m good, thanks,” Oliver said.
Setting the table, he brought the food from the kitchen. He had to make a few rounds but he didn’t want Clark moving too much. Oliver knew he was overreacting but at the moment, he didn’t care.
He waited until Clark started and then began to eat himself.
“This is really good,” Clark complimented, after taking a bite.
“Thanks,” Oliver replied. “I’ve always been fascinated with cooking, for some odd reason. At my home in Star City, I do have a chef but I’m traveling so much that I wanted to learn.”
“You’re very good at it,” Clark told him and Oliver just smiled.
Oliver remembered something. “Oh, I talked to Chloe,” he said suddenly.
Clark groaned. “I completely forgot to call her . . . was she worried?”
“Yeah, she called,” Oliver responded. “And she was worried but I explained everything. We both agree you should spend the night here.”
“Oliver, when don’t I spend the night here?” Clark teased and Oliver grinned.
“Good point,” Oliver conceded. “But tonight, you’re going to sleep. That’s it.”
Clark pouted and moving his chair closer to Oliver’s, stroked the blonde’s thigh.
“Are you sure about that?” he asked in a low voice.
Oliver bit his lip bur willed himself to be strong. “Yes,” he said finally. “Now be good. I’ll make it up to you later.”
Clark smiled deviously but removed his hand and resumed eating, much to Oliver’s relief.
“You better,” Clark said, a teasing lilt to his voice.
“Trust me,” Oliver said, in a husky voice. “That’s a promise I intend to keep.”
Clark beamed and there was silence again.
“How does your next week look?” Oliver asked, engaging him a conversation.
“Painful,” Clark told him.
Oliver tilted his head. “Painful why?”
Clark smiled. “Ollie, you do remember it’s February, right?” Clark reminded him.
“Valentine’s Day,” Oliver realized.
“I am going to have to listen to Chloe and Lois gush over the next week,” Clark said, shaking his head.
“Painful would be a good description,” Oliver agreed.
“I take it you don’t have too much love for Valentine’s Day either?” Clark questioned.
“None,” Oliver said. “It’s an overrated holiday in which only corporations prevail and everyone else is blinded with what they’re supposed to be doing, spending way too much money and effort.”
“Such a romantic,” Clark joked.
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “I mean, seriously, Clark, think about it. A guy can do special, romantic gestures 364 days a year but if he misses Valentine’s Day, it’s like they committed the greatest sin.”
“You haven’t had very good experiences then,” Clark noted.
“Not really,” Oliver confessed. “I mean, I’m me, Clark. If I have a date for Valentine’s Day, they usually expect some grand gesture or expensive gift.” He rolled his eyes.
Clark nodded sympathetically. “That must suck.”
Oliver shrugged. “I’m used to it. What about you?”
Clark winced. “I haven’t had very good Valentine’s Days either . . . and after last year, I just want to lock myself in my room and wake up on the 15th.”
“What happened last year?” Oliver asked.
Clark paled. “I never told you?” Oliver shook his head.
Clark took a deep breath. “Promise you won’t be mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” Oliver asked.
Clark smirked. “Because,” he said, “You might be a little shocked.”
Oliver was now intrigued. “Okay, what happened?”
“Well,” Clark said, “If you remember, Valentine’s Day fell not so long after you left.”
“I do remember,” Oliver said. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“I was depressed over Lana’s engagement to Lex,” Clark recalled. “Chloe took me to the Talon and it turned out to be completely decorated. If that wasn’t bad enough, Jimmy was going to meet us there and he brought Lois.” He frowned. “Apparently, Jimmy had the brilliant idea to set Lois and me up.”
“I guess I wasn’t the only one who caught the chemistry,” Oliver teased.
“Don’t even go there,” Clark warned. “Jimmy has always felt I was a threat to his relationship with Chloe and I’m pretty positive that he figured if I was with Lois, he could feel safer about Chloe. Lois and I realized what they were doing pretty quickly. I decided I was going to leave but Lois . . . Lois talked to some lady. She gave Lois this way to ‘move on’. In the form of a lipstick that made you fall in love with the first person you saw.”
“Can I got out on a limb and assume it was you?” Oliver asked, too amused with the whole story.
“You can and you’d be right,” Clark confirmed.
“Then what?” Oliver wanted to know.
Clark went on to explain Lois’ visit to the farm and him running out. He told him about the incident at the Daily Planet, which led to them kissing.
“Turned out,” Clark said, “That the lipstick had red kryptonite.”
“Red kryptonite,” Oliver repeated. “Doesn’t kryptonite make you sick?”
“Green does,” Clark said wryly. “There are different colors and red makes me lose my inhibitions.”
“A Clark Kent without inhibitions,” Oliver said, laughing, “What I would give to see that.”
“You shouldn’t give anything,” Clark said. “It’s not a pretty sight.”
“Okay, so you were removed of your inhibitions,” Oliver said. “What next?”
“I kissed Lois,” Clark confessed. “And she recognized the kiss . . . from the whole Green Arrow coverup. She accused me of being the Green Arrow.”
“What did you do?” Oliver questioned.
Clark cringed a little. “I might’ve told her that you were the Green Arrow and I was covering for you.” Oliver’s eyes widened.
“Don’t worry,” Clark added hastily. “She doesn’t remember anything.”
“Wow,” Oliver said. “This is crazy.”
“There’s more,” Clark said and continued with his tale, about how he wanted to prove to Lois he was more than normal.
“I flew her here,” Clark said, shamefaced. “We almost had sex.”
“You almost had sex here?” Oliver echoed.
“I’m so sorry, Ollie,” Clark said, “I told you you’d be upset.”
“I’m not upset, Clark,” Oliver assured him. “Just stunned. Why the ‘almost’?”
Clark told him how they found the invitation to the engagement party and described how they crashed the party, resulting in him kidnapping Lana.
“I almost killed Lex,” Clark said, clearly embarrassed and still feeling guilty over the whole incident. “Luckily, my mom was there to stop me and she got the red meteor rock out of my system.”
“Looks like Valentine’s Day hasn’t been good to either one of us,” Oliver responded.
“You’re not upset?” Clark wondered aloud.
“No way,” Oliver stated. Truth be told, he was a little envious . . . not of Clark but of Lois. He was thankful that they hadn’t had sex because he didn’t know how he’d handle that. He had already been upset that Lois got to kiss Clark first . . . if she had slept with him too, he would’ve been bitter.
Clark looked relieved at Oliver’s calm reaction. “Yeah, so that’s my story.”
“Intense story,” Oliver replied. “I think this year, we should both boycott Valentine’s Day. You can hang out with me, if you’d like.”
“That sounds good,” Clark said. “I’ll be here.”
Oliver grinned. Maybe Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be so bad this year.
Unknown to him, Clark was plotting. Never had a good Valentine’s Day, huh, Ollie? He may not like the holiday but he hated the thought that Oliver had only had people use him on a holiday meant for lovers.
They may not be together but Clark was determined to show Oliver that there were people who didn’t care about his money. One of those being him.
So this year, he was going to give Oliver a good Valentine’s Day. He had been awed by the older man’s reaction to Clark almost having sex with his ex in his home. Oliver had such a big heart and Clark wanted to make Oliver see that he saw that too.
The key was not extravagance but a gesture that came from the heart. And Clark had just the idea on how to make this particular Valentine’s Day special.
The day passed by quickly and Clark tried to keep his behavior normal. Fortunately, he succeeded and Oliver didn’t suspect a thing. He had to convince Oliver several times that he was okay and the kryptonite was really gone before the blonde relaxed.
However, much to his displeasure, Oliver was true to his word and refused to do anything but sleep in bed that night. He found it strangely comforting though, to just sleep in Oliver’s arms. Never before had he felt so safe or comfortable.
In fact, he almost regretted getting up the next morning. But knowing that they both had a busy week ahead, he had to.
Besides, he wanted to make it home early so that he could see Chloe. After having breakfast with Oliver, he headed back to the apartment, where his best friend was only too thrilled to see him.
They spent quality time talking about what happened and Clark had to reassure her that he was okay before she accepted it. It seemed that both Oliver and she were paranoid when it came to his health. He smiled internally at the similarities between the two blondes.
Eventually, she too was convinced he was fine but not before giving him a strict lecture on how he should never go fight a Zoner without telling Kara. Clark was slightly amused but Chloe was scary when she wanted to be and he knew it was safer just to agree.
Time passed by and Clark, as he expected, heard everyone talking non-stop about Valentine’s Day. But he wasn’t annoyed because he knew that he had plans too.
Oliver and he had arranged to meet at the penthouse. He had no idea what was in store for him.
The day of Valentine’s Day, everyone was excited, despite it falling on a Thursday. Oliver called in the morning to confirm their plans.
“Dress warm,” Clark advised.
“Why would I do that?” Oliver questioned. “I thought we were staying in.” Clark grinned and was vague with his answers.
“We’ll be inside . . . somewhere,” Clark told him. “I have a bit of a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” Oliver repeated. “Clark . . . I thought we agreed to boycott this day.”
“Trust me Oliver,” Clark said mysteriously. “I know what I’m doing. Just be ready around 6 and I mean it when I say dress warmly.”
“Okay,” Oliver said reluctantly. “See you tonight.”
“Bye Ollie,” he said, and hung up, giddy for the rest of the day. Hopefully, Oliver would appreciate his surprise.
At 5:45, Clark was ready to go. Dressed in a dark blue sweater and black pants, he was glad that Chloe and Lois were already out of the apartment. He lied, saying he didn’t have any plans when they asked. Chloe, of course, picked up on the fact he was going to be with Oliver but he didn’t come forward with any details.
Glancing at his watch, he prepared to leave. He was nervous and more than a little excited. It was time to go see Oliver.
Oliver was waiting impatiently, checking the time constantly. Ever since Clark had dropped hints on having a surprise for him, he had been curious. What could Clark possibly be planning?
But he did as he was told and dressed appropriately. In a black sweater shirt that had a zipper trailing from the nape of his neck to his shoulder and jeans topped off with a heavy, long coat, he was ready to go.
Now all he had to do was wait for Clark to show up and patience had never been one of his strong points.
But exactly at 6, he heard the elevator chime and Clark opened the gate, smiling warmly at him.
“Hi,” Clark said. Giving him a once over that managed to make him blush, he added, “You look good.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Oliver said lightly. And boy was that an understatement. Clark’s sweater made his eyes stand out and Oliver knew he could just lose himself in them, given half a chance.
“Ready to go?” Clark asked, bringing him back to reality.
“I’m all set,” Oliver replied. “Are you going to give me a hint as to where we’re going?”
“No way,” Clark said, smiling cheekily. “Then the surprise would be ruined.” Oliver watched as Clark walked toward the balcony, only stopping to shoot him a look over his shoulder.
“You coming?” he asked.
Oliver was confused but followed Clark to the balcony. Securing all the exits and setting the alarms, he stepped out into the balcony behind the brunette.
In one swift move, Clark pulled Oliver into his arms. “Hold on,” he said softly and before Oliver could comprehend what was going on, they were in the air.
Looking around, Oliver could hardly breathe. They were flying and the feeling was absolutely amazing. He could only stare at Clark and his surroundings, unable to speak.
Just as quickly as they took off, they landed. Oliver was puzzled to see a cave.
“Come on,” Clark said, tugging at his hand. Oliver was amazed at all the symbols in the cave but Clark didn’t give him time to pause. He had to walk quickly to keep up with the younger man and was shocked further when he saw a small entrance.
Clark kept going and Oliver walked in, following him. “What’s going on, Clark?” Oliver asked.
There was a tablet in the middle of the space with similar symbols to those on the cave walls and he still didn’t understand.
“Trust me,” Clark said. Taking what appeared to be octagonal metal piece out of his pocket, he slipped it into a hole in the middle of the tablet.
Oliver watched, fascinated, as the symbols lit up.
“Oliver,” Clark said, gaining his attention. “Give me your hand.” Oliver didn’t think twice before holding out his hand. Clark took the offered hand and pulled Oliver to him.
Suddenly, they were surrounded by white light but Oliver couldn’t tear his eyes from Clark’s face, even as they were moving. The lights stopped and Oliver looked around at their new surroundings.
“Where are we?” Oliver whispered.
“The Arctic,” Clark answered.
“The Arctic,” Oliver repeated, dazed. This place was beautiful, an ice castle almost.
“This is my Fortress,” Clark explained. “It was left here for me, by my father. All the knowledge of Krypton, my home planet, is here.”
“This is amazing Clark,” Oliver breathed.
Clark smiled. “Surprise isn’t over yet.” Clark started to walk away and Oliver had no choice but to follow.
Then he stopped and Oliver was stunned at what he saw. In the center of part of the ice castle was a table, set for two. The candles in the middle of the table gave the room a faint glow. Roses were decorating the crystals and Oliver was taken aback by the sheer amount of effort that Clark must’ve put to set this up.
Seeing Clark’s nervous expression at Oliver’s silence, Oliver closed the distance between them and kissed him soundly on the lips.
Clark instantly reciprocated, wrapping his arms around Oliver, while deepening the kiss at the same time.
When the need for air separated them, Oliver rested his forehead against Clark’s.
“Thank you,” Oliver said softly. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to do this,” Clark said. “I wanted you, for once, to have a good Valentine’s Day. I wanted you to see that there is at least one person who doesn’t care about how much money you have. For once, I wanted someone to do something special for you and I wanted to be that person.”
Oliver cupped Clark’s face in his hands, his heart feeling like it was going to burst. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Oliver said.
Clark took the opportunity to kiss him again. Pulling away, Clark smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I really do,” Oliver said honestly.
Valentine’s Day wasn’t turning out to be okay, it was turning out to be the best one he had ever had. And it was all thanks to the man standing in front of him. The wonderful, gorgeous, sweet man with a heart of gold . . . how did he get so lucky to have Clark in his life?
Clark was oblivious to his thoughts and dragged him to the table. Somehow, he had managed to keep food around and it was delicious. Oliver felt as if he was on top of the world.
After they were finished with both dinner and dessert, Clark smiled mischievously.
“All right, what’s going through that head of yours?” Oliver asked.
“I have a present for you,” Clark said, pulling out a wrapped box.
Oliver grinned. “That’s funny, because I have a present for you too.”
Oliver reached into his pocket and retrieved a box of his own. He knew that they weren’t celebrating Valentine’s Day but he couldn’t resist getting Clark a present anyway.
Clark’s eyes widened. “Wait, but . . . why?”
“Because I wanted to,” Oliver said.
“You didn’t know what I was going to do though,” Clark said.
“Doesn’t matter,” Oliver told him. “Now take the present already.” Clark shook his head and took the gift and handed Oliver his.
“You have to open yours first,” Clark insisted.
Raising an eyebrow, Oliver nodded. He looked at the present and slowly, tore the wrapping paper.
Under the wrapping paper was a solid blue colored box. He lifted the cover and pulled out what was inside. Oliver gasped.
Attached to a thick chain was an octagonal key, much like the one that Clark had used to get them there.
“Clark,” he said slowly.
“It’s what you think it is,” Clark said hurriedly. “It’s a key to this place. Now that you know where it is, if you want, you can come. If you ever want to escape the world or something, this could be your sanctuary too.”
“You’re really trusting me here,” Oliver stated.
“I do trust you,” Clark said confidently. “Oliver, you’ve opened your home to me and I want to open mine to you.” Smiling gently, he said, “Open it.”
“Open it?” Oliver repeated. Clark gently took the key out of his hands and turning it sideways, showed him the tiny crack. Then he pulled it apart and Oliver found that Clark had styled it to be a locket.
And what he saw had tears welling in the back of his eyes. The same picture that sat on his desk was etched into one side of the inner key.
Clark placed it back into his hands. “I saw the picture on your desk,” Clark admitted. “And I know how much your parents meant to you . . . it’s on a chain so you can have them close to your heart all the time.”
“I . . . I can’t believe this, Clark,” Oliver said, words failing him. “Thank you just doesn’t seem to be enough. I’ll treasure this forever.”
Clearing his throat, Oliver said, “Open your present. I have to say it’s nowhere as near as amazing as this.”
“Oliver, I wasn’t even expecting anything,” Clark told him. But he removed the gift wrapping paper, taking far too long for Oliver’s liking. When he unveiled the famous sky blue box, Clark’s mouth dropped.
Clark opened the box and his eyes widened at seeing what was nestled there.
“Clark,” Oliver started babbling before he could say anything. “I know that it may be a little too much, especially with our arrangement but I saw it and I couldn’t resist.”
“Oliver,” Clark cut him off. “It’s beautiful.” He lifted up the gift, a solid white gold ring, with tiny diamonds, in two rows of five at the top. “I love it.”
“Really?” Oliver asked worriedly.
“You shouldn’t have spent so much,” Clark said slowly.
“It wasn’t expensive,” Oliver assured him.
“I do love it,” Clark said. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to wear it all the time,” Oliver said, a little embarrassed. “I mean, I know it will get some unwanted questions.”
“Don’t worry,” Clark said quickly. “I will deal with them.” He smiled. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Oliver replied, gesturing to his necklace.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Clark said.
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too,” Oliver said.
Slipping his necklace over his neck, he couldn’t help the smile when he saw Clark put on his new ring. Standing up, he walked to Clark and captured the brunette’s lips with his own.
Clark intensified the kiss, moaning into his mouth. Oliver wanted more, wanted to feel all of the man whose lips were currently exploring his own, needed to feel all of Clark.
Pulling away, he asked breathlessly, “How fast can you get us back home?”
Nipping at his lip, Clark said, “We don’t need to go anywhere.” Taking Oliver’s hand, he dragged him toward an entrance Oliver didn’t see before.
Stepping into what was a bedroom, Oliver was shocked again. In the middle of the room was a large bed, covered with green silk sheets.
“I set up a bedroom here,” Clark told him. Smiling wickedly, he kissed Oliver. “So as you see, we don’t have to go anywhere.”
“We really don’t,” Oliver agreed.
Clark met his lips again and they fell on the bed, Clark pulling Oliver on top of him. And Oliver was able to show Clark exactly how much he appreciated him and what he had done for him.
But they knew, deep within their hearts, no matter how much they wanted to live in denial about wanting more, this night was a landmark in their relationship.
Something was changing, whether they liked it or not.
A/N: The ring that Oliver gave Clark is here, if you want to take a look. :)