Story: Chemicals React
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, Chlimmy, Clois mentions of Lollie & Clana
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: through 6x13, Crimson
Summary: My version of Crimson. After Lois kissed him, Clark was infected with red kryptonite, which removed his inhibitions. First stop? Star City!
Previous Chapters: Here
“It’s beautiful here,” Clark said in awe as they got out of the plane. Doing a quick calculation in his head, Clark realized it was around 8 pm. Nighttime was lovely in Venice, their current location.
Clark felt arms wrap around him and he leaned back into Oliver’s embrace. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” Oliver whispered.
Clearly, when Clark had taken his nap, Oliver had been busy at work. Not shortly after they had stepped out of the plane, a limo was there to greet them and take them to their hotel.
Once inside the limo, Clark looked at Oliver. “When did you . . . how?” He was at a loss for words.
“Just because this was an impromptu wedding and an even more spontaneous honeymoon,” Oliver said, with his traditional smirk, “doesn’t mean that I won’t find ways to make it the best ever.” He leaned in and gave Clark a quick kiss.
“Well then,” Clark said, “I guess I can show you just how much I appreciate it later on.”
“Mmm,” Oliver moaned as Clark kissed him again. “You know I love you, right?”
“Yeah,” Clark said, “I know. And I love you too.”
The elevator ride was the longest minute of Clark’s life. And as he opened the door, his heart was in his throat and the matching bracelet to the one that was resting on his wrist was in his pocket.
He glanced around . . . where was Oliver? “Clark,” the deep voice came from his right, startling him. “Come in. You’ve been here enough . . . no need to feel like a stranger.”
Oliver was standing by the window, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a green-gray half sleeved top. Clark privately wondered how he could look good in anything he was wearing. And he didn’t look half bad wearing nothing at all either, a sneaky voice in his mind chipped in.
Clark refrained from blushing. “Hi Ollie,” he said. “I didn’t know if you would be home . . . I thought you might’ve gone back to Star City.”
“Thought?” Oliver questioned. “Or hoped? That way I’d be out of your hair, right? You won’t have to deal with me?” Clark winced as he heard the underlying bitterness in Oliver’s voice.
He watched silently as Oliver made his way toward the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink?” Oliver called. Always the polite host. Growing up in high society, Clark assumed that they were taught to be cordial at a young age.
“No thank you,” he said. The bracelet felt as if it was burning a hole in his pocket.
The first thing he noticed when he entered the hotel room was its size. Equipped with a small kitchen, a bedroom and a living room, Clark was taken aback.
“We got lucky,” Oliver was saying, “It’s very difficult to get the honeymoon suite on such a short notice.”
Oliver paused. “Are you hungry? I can get a room service menu up here.” It seemed that now that they were in the hotel room, the fact that they were actually married was hitting him.
Or at least it was hitting Clark. “Nah,” Clark said. “I’m fine.” His stomach was too filled with nerves to have space for anything else. To distract himself, he went to the window and observed the amazing view.
“Oliver, come look,” Clark called to him. “It’s beautiful out there. We have such a nice view!”
“I am not sure it can beat the view I have standing right here,” Oliver said, with a mischievous smile on his face.
“Stop with the flattery,” Clark said, rolling his eyes, but feeling giddy on the inside. “I already married you!”
Oliver made his way to Clark’s side. “It’s not flattery, Clark. Just speaking from my heart.”
Clark just smiled. “Your tricks don’t work on me Queen.”
“Actually,” Oliver corrected him with a teasing smile. “It’s Kent-Queen.”
Clark blushed, his own words coming back to him. “So it is,” he agreed. “So it is.” Then his eyes widened in alarm as a certain realization came over him.
“Oliver!” he exclaimed, “We just left. We didn’t bring any clothes or anything. What are going to do?”
“Clark,” Oliver said, patiently, “There are stores around here. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Besides . . . if worse comes to worse . . .”
“I’m not parading around Italy naked,” Clark hissed, seeing where Oliver’s train of thought. Then he smirked. “No matter how much you would enjoy it.”
Oliver had the audacity to look disappointed. “Damn.” He shrugged. “It was worth a shot.”
“How long do we have anyway?” Clark asked casually. “Don’t you have a business to run? And 33.1 isn’t going to stop running because your team has taken a break.”
“There are 3 other members in my team,” Oliver said, “I am sure they’ll be fine. And I have employees who can take care of Queen Industries for a while. We have all the time in the world.”
Clark felt smug. ‘Take that, Lois,’ he thought with glee. Lois and he may have become friends but that didn’t mean her constant put downs didn’t piss him off. She acted like he was incapable of doing anything. Well, clearly, he was better at her than keeping men. Oliver wasn’t willing to go to Monte Carlo with her but he certainly had all the time for him.
It was petty and childish and Clark was aware of it. But sometimes he didn’t have to act mature all the time, did he?
Oliver’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. “So Venice has a lot of lovely places to see. It’s not the perfect time of year to be here, of course. The weather is warmer in the summer and now it is a little chilly but I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Apparently, when Oliver Queen didn’t know what to do, he talked. “We should definitely go to St. Mark’s Square and we’ll go on a gondola ride . . .”
“Oliver,” Clark interrupted, getting his attention.
“Yes Clark?” Oliver replied.
Clark closed the distance between them. “You talk too much,” he said and then proceeded to kiss him.
Oliver responded to the kiss enthusiastically. “Well,” he told Clark. “I’ll never stop talking if you keep shutting me up like that.”
“You just don’t quit, do you?” Clark murmured, trailing kisses down Oliver’s neck. “We’ll just have to fix that.”
Oliver started to laugh but moaned when Clark hit a sensitive spot. He allowed Clark to drag him to the bedroom. As they fell on the humongous bed, Oliver’s lips met Clark’s again.
And there was no talking for the rest of the night.
When Oliver came back from the kitchen empty handed, Clark had to wonder whether his little trip was just to recompose himself. He could tell Oliver had been surprised by Clark’s appearance and if there was one thing Clark had grown to realize about Oliver was that he hated being thrown off balance.
It was hard for Clark to be so close to him, yet so far away. With the memories hitting him at odd times, Clark felt unsettled around the older man. His heart and his mind were in constant struggle with one another. His mind was giving him all the reasons why the relationship wouldn’t work and suggesting that he should ask for an annulment or a divorce or whatever it would take to get away.
His heart knew that Clark had never felt happier or more at peace with anyone. And that love was worth all the sacrifices, and the struggles because as long as there was love, he wouldn’t have to face all the challenges of life alone.
“Well,” Oliver said, “as much as I’m enjoying this staring game, I would like to know why you’re here.”
“You left yesterday.” Clark just said whatever popped into his mind first, not knowing how to start this conversation.
“Of course I left Clark,” Oliver said, “It wasn’t like our conversation was getting anywhere.” He took a seat on the couch. “Sit down, Clark. You are planning to stay? Or should I turn around so you can run away again?”
“As I recall, you were the one who did the running last,” Clark said stiffly. He took the seat next to Oliver. Noticing the stricken expression on Oliver’s face and the sadness in his eyes, Clark felt guilty.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Clark added. “I didn’t come here to fight.”
“Then what did you come here for?” Oliver wanted to know.
“I came here to finish the conversation,” Clark said. How was he supposed to focus anyway, with Oliver being so close and smelling so good? No, Clark, don’t go there, his mind warned him.
Oliver was eyeing Clark’s neck though. His fingers reached out and pulled the chain that Clark thought was pretty well hidden under his shirt. It was a simple silver chain, but it carried his wedding ring. His mother had given it to him in the morning. She knew that he wanted to keep his ring close but couldn’t wear it on his hand, without getting questions that he wasn’t ready to answer.
“You’re wearing your ring around your neck,” Oliver said quietly.
“I told you I didn’t throw it off.” Clark couldn’t say much. Oliver’s fingers were grazing his neck. How had he forgotten how soft Oliver’s hands were?
“We should really finish our discussion,” Clark said, trying to place some distance between them. But on the small couch, there was not much space to move around.
He bit back a moan when Oliver’s lips replaced his fingers. “We can talk later,” Oliver told him, as he closed his mouth over Clark’s. Oliver pulled away for an instant and got up, making Clark get up with him.
“I missed you,” Oliver said softly before kissing him again. Clark lost all trains of thought when he felt those lips on his. It got better every time.
“I missed you too,” Clark couldn’t help saying. He knew they should be talking and that this would only lead to more confusion and heartache later but Clark couldn’t stop.
His jacket fell to the floor and he barely noticed. Each time they separated, Clark felt as if he was being pulled back by a magnetic force. They headed to Oliver’s bedroom, a trail of clothes following them.
It had been hardly a couple of days since had had this, but it still felt as if it had been an eternity. Completely naked, they reached the bed. Neither of them stopped or questioned their actions, even though at the back of their minds, they knew what they were doing was wrong.
Later, as Clark was resting in Oliver’s bed, exhausted, he glanced at the blonde in his arms. Oliver was lying on Clark’s chest, his head on Clark’s shoulder, looking completely content. They fit, like two puzzle pieces finally finding their match.
This was perfect, and Clark knew that there really was no place he’d rather be. He glanced at his wrist at the bracelet, which had stayed on. But something caught his eye and his smiled faded and every happy emotion that he had been feeling died on the spot. Every fear now came to life. The stone wasn’t glowing.